This story was commissioned by an acquaintance who always fantasised about catching her two hot workmates fucking. They’re real people based off the descriptions given, but all names have been changed and details left intentionally vague to prevent anybody from being identified. The scenario requested included rough sex, lots of filthy, over-the-top dirty talk, and a specific tone for the ending. Needless to say, the events of this story are absolute fiction.
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“Dammit, my phone!” Molly checks her pockets, empties out her purse onto the front seat of her car and double-checks the glove tray, but to no avail. It’s nearly quarter to six, and she’s already running late for another engagement. She was supposed to finish work at five, but when the boss says stay, you stay. *At least Sharon was nice about it*, Molly thinks a little ruefully.
Sighing, she clambers out of her car and trots back towards the office. Surely the phone is just sitting on her desk – and hopefully Sharon won’t have gone home yet, so the door will still be unlocked.