I pull down my skirt from where it's hiked up around my hips, despite the cum I can feel starting to stick between my thighs. When we’re sort of tidied up, he presses the button again, gets the elevator moving. A moment later the doors are opening on the IT department.
“Here’s where I get off,” he says, tucking his shirt in, cheeky smile and all.
I’m holding myself up against the elevator wall. I snort. “Yeah you do.”
He blushes, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I didn’t mean it like–”
“Yeah you did. See you later, nerd,” I return, scrunching my nose at him.
He waves goodbye to me and that little gesture makes my knees weak. The doors rattle shut and I’m left alone, smiling like an idiot.
I never thought it was possible to be this happy.
The elevator begins to move upwards again, and I push off the wall. My legs are starting to regain some amount of steadiness, but I’m definitely going to collapse in my chair once I get into my office.
I turn to the mirrored walls, no longer fogged up by two of us panting in these tight quarters, and start to adjust my appearance, hopeless as that seems. Even if I don’t run into anyone in the twenty feet from the elevator to my door, I still look like I’ve been jogging for an hour. Not to mention the cum still sticking between my thighs.
I’m fixing my hair when I spot it, and it makes my blood run cold.
The little red blink in a black lens tucked away in the ceiling corner.
It was never safe to be this happy.
11
Ireturn to my officeand clean myself up as best I can.
For several minutes, it’s all I can preoccupy myself with, because otherwise something in me is going to fracture. My heart's racing, but I feel like I can't think. I don't want to.
Maybe the cameras don’t work, I try to reassure myself after a bit, mostly so I don’t start hyperventilating as my brain desperately tries to switch into problem solving mode. Problem solving is what I do, everyone always turns to ‘Janice from HR’ to solve things.
But sitting alone in my office, the answer never comes.
“How are those personnel file updates going?” Melanie greets me at the door for our next meeting.
I stare back at her, unable to come up with any real answer. That’s the last thing on my mind right now. When I realize I don’t really have an answer for her, I make a noncommittal noise that leaves it open to interpretation.