”“If I’d known,” Jen said, “that she just needed someone to come along and be nice to her, I would have have.”“Yeah well, I was a bitch,... and didn’t want anyone’s help.” She took them down a level where it was dark, and she sat down in her usual corner. Fuck, been months since she’d sat in this corner, back when she learned Julias died. “Don’t ... don’t suppose there’s anyway I can get drunk?”“If only.” Jennifer sighed, and sat down next to her, close enough to touch knees. With the two of them. She appeared to be surprised at what had happened but pleased no-one had seen anything. She glanced about quickly to confirm and then looked skywards with a 'Whew!' as she blew the hair out of her eyes. She readjusted her underwear and got back to looking over her paperwork. She wasn't used to having that sort of urgent desire hit her so hard at work. So I placed the suggestion it was just a good way to relieve the boredom of a quiet night shift, "this paperwork is dry stuff." She smiled to. I hurried to the bathroom, just as Adam stepped in to the elevator, telling his friend he was coming to meet him in the lobby. The mirror showed all my blowjob had done was smudge my lipstick, and knock a few hairs out of place. A quick fix, and I hurried back to the living room, sitting in the seat Adam had pointed to earlier. The seat I sat in was a single seat, next to me was the sofa Adam had sat on, and opposite me was the other sofa. all of the seating based around a large TV which is. He grabs my head and fucks me with such force I feel like I’m about to explode. Before he cums he pulls out, leaving me wanting yet again. “Now what,” he stutters. He’s just as affected by me as I am by him. This knowledge is fire right to my core. I moan. “I want you to kiss me from here to here,” I touch my lips then glide my hand over my breasts, and down to my sex, “and then when you’re done with that I want you to fuck me.” Enough of this game I need him inside me or I might die. His smile.