Breakroom door clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums outside, relentless. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume—sharp, intoxicating. Jeff and I unpack the US-ordered package. My heart races. Weeks of secret flings in this corporate jungle. Tomboy fierce, brunette, lean-muscled, tall as him. He picks me? Fine-featured guy, soft skin, rugby-built but laughs easy. Not Viagra. XSwapp pills instead. ‘Fusion like yogis,’ notice says. We sit face-to-face, palms pressed, eyes locked. Swallow. Nothing. Then—levitation. Flash between eyes, crotches. Bzitt! Crash back. Asses sting. Pants scorched at crotch. ‘Whaouh,’ I gasp. Vision clears. Bizarre calm. Heat in my loins. We float to conference room? No, stay here. Dreamlike drift. Lights dim. ‘Feels unreal,’ I say. ‘Like a dream. No risks.’ He nods. ‘Want you, but no hard-on.’ I check. Holy shit. Cock swelling in my panties. Mine now. His voice from me? No—bodies swapped. I have his dick. He has my pussy. ‘Fuck, balls too,’ I yelp, rushing to sink. Vomit urge fades. Back. ‘Temporary. Under 12 hours.’ We sit on table edge. Love stronger than freakout. Undress slow. Explore. Mine throbs. Heavy. Twenty cms? Fifteen. Pump it. Grows. Hot. ‘Guys feel this whole length? Fuck yes!’ He fingers my clit—his now. ‘Banding inside.’ Laughter mixes nerves. Open-space murmurs filter. Someone knocks? Ignore. ‘Suck me,’ I growl, cock rigid. He hesitates. Kisses instead. Deep. I spread his—my—thighs. Fingers probe wetness. Then straddle. Guide in. Han! Full. Tight fit. He gasps. I thrust. Pubes grind clit. Rhythms sync. Slaps echo. Printer whirs louder. Door rattles? Fuck it. ‘Yesss!’ I roar, feminine voice cracking. Cum floods him. Pull out. Spent. He explores. Fingers self. I laugh. ‘Piss like girls now.’ He does, sitting. Returns giggling at floppy dick. We play. Stroke. ‘Make it hard.’ Dirty talk flows. ‘Your voice makes me wet—hard.’ Grows again. He cums quick from fingers. Now my turn. Head between legs. Slurp. Tongue swirls clit. Endless. Fingers curl inside. ‘Miam, tasty pussy.’ Build slow. Tensions pulse. Stars burst. Gush squirt. Spasms rack. ‘Thanks,’ he whispers. Nap hits. Morning: headaches. Bodies normal. Clothes straight. Coffee cold. Unlock door. Back to open-space. Smiles pro. Dossiers wait. No one knows. Adrenaline lingers. Hierarchy bows to lust.