Nine To Six

"And I help you, too. Adios."

"Bye." And then I watched her sashay out of my office, purposefully clenching her buttcheeks.

Now I jack off almost every time she cleans. We haven't made the clock thing into a regular habit of course, but she does wear her sluttly little gym outfit for me once in a while, and she always smiles like she knows what I'm doing but not enough to make it absolutely certain. Neither of us have ever done anything overt about it. And she's always doing other little things to tease me. Just the other day, she smudged ink all over her blouse and took it off right there so she could rub some cleaner onto it before the stain set; she was wearing a bra that day of course but still! And it was a red lacy bra. It made me wonder for a long while if her panties matched.

So now you know why I'm always clocking out an hour after my fellow cubicle jockeys do. Because I stay for the late show starring Maria. It never disappoints.

--the end?--