Good luck, everyone.”Almost immediately, I started getting comments back. “Too bad. Better luck next time.” “You’d have been better off dead.... Ms. Perkins is a bitch.” “Let’s do it together next time.”Everyone believed I’d attempted suicide and were more upset that it failed than they’d been when they thought I was dead. What a screwed-up bunch of little... I had to get past thinking like this. I had to try to figure out how my V2 thought or I’d be toast when I got out of here. I checked his. She’d been to a job interview beforehand, and told me how much she wanted to start work there, because her old job was becoming more boring and routine. I smiled, and listened, but what I really wanted to do was tell her how much I wanted to fuck her brains out…“You see, my dad’s work is a bit to close to my current job, so I just feel like I’m being watched all the time by him. This new office is located far, so it is much better.” Yes, there were usual words, but imbued with an. Vonda!"Vonda's voice drifted in from somewhere in the suite. "Pyx. Use your hands. Guide it in. You can do it."The third time, using Vonda's advise, turned out to be the charm. My cock slid into Pyx's tight twat.She closed her eyes, and bounced up and down on my erection.I leaned back, and enjoyed the show. Her pert breasts bounced fetchingly and her tight vagina made little queefing sounds.When she came, I came too.She climbed off me, covered in sweat."How did you like it? I asked."It was. It had to be the posh frock I’d ordered for my friend’s birthday party! I ran back to my flat and put the box on my dining table, ripping the lid off in anticipation. I discarded a few layers of scrunchy white paper but knew straight away that something wasn’t right. Instead of my shiny red dress with sequins was a dark navy jacket. “Fucking hell!” I said out loud. I picked up the jacket, realising it was actually a blazer with silver buttons. After removing another layer of paper I discovered.