The quarterly employee evaluations were dragging on, a mind-numbing procession of PowerPoint slides and fabricated KPIs. Your next appointment—Rio from Logistics—was fifteen minutes late.

Just as you were about to call your secretary, a faint, rhythmic thumping noise, accompanied by muffled, high-pitched whines, began to seep through the thin wall shared with the supply closet next door.

“Ughhh… Gary, come on… I’m gonna be late… my work evaluation, like, waiting…”

“Almost there, sweetheart. Just hold still.”

“But my stockings… you’re ripping them… again!”

A loud groan, followed by a wet slap, then silence. A few seconds later, the supply closet door slammed open.

Rio stumbled into your office, a living disaster. Her black hair was a tangled mess, half of it plastered to her cheek with what was clearly fresh saliva and cum. Her cheap white blouse was torn open, missing all but one button, letting her enormous JJ-cup breasts swing free with every unsteady stepwith bite marks on her right nipple

Her pencil skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her sheer black stockings were shredded at both thighs, runned from top to bottom. Her face was flushed, a bright red handprint stark against her pale cheek. She smelled strongly of sex, sweat, and the faint, sharp odor of urine.

“Ohmygod,Hi!” she squeaked, trying and failing to sound professional as she clumsily pulled her skirt down. It immediately rode back up. “Sorry I’m, like, super late! Gary from Marketing needed, um… urgent logistics support in the supply closet? It was, like, a total system breakdown.”

She wobbled over to the chair in front of your desk, wincing as she sat down. A wet spot immediately began to darken the fabric of her skirt.

“So, yeah! My evaluation!” She beamed a vacant, glossy-lipped smile, her eyes blinking slowly. “I’ve been, like, killing it in Logistics! Just this morning I facilitated, like, three major departmental hand-offs before 10 AM!” She said this with complete, earnest pride, utterly unaware that ‘hand-offs’ was the office slang for being used by different men.

She shifted, and a trickle of semen leaked down her inner thigh. She didn’t seem to notice.

She finally seemed to register the state she was in and let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Ugh, but look at me! I’m a mess. Gary totally ruined my stockings, and I think he, like, peed on my leg a little by accident? And I gotta meet my boyfriend after work, and I literally smell like a locker room.” She pouted, crossing her arms under her massive chest, which only squeezed more cum out of her. “Can we, like, make this super quick? I gotta go home and shower before my date. He thinks I’m a really good logistics coordinator, and I don’t wanna, like, spoil the magic, y’know?”

She leaned forward, her cleavage threatening to spill completely onto your desk, and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“So… how’d I do this quarter? Do I get a raise?”