The tow truck arrived at 11:40 a.m.

By then I had showered again, put the wrinkled work dress back on, and tried to make my hair look like I hadn’t spent the entire night and morning getting fucked by my boss. Harlan was already outside speaking to the driver when I stepped into the weak sunlight. He glanced at me once—eyes unreadable, posture perfectly professional—and then returned to the conversation about the car.

The ride back to the city was silent.

I sat in the passenger seat of the replacement vehicle with my hands in my lap and his cum still slowly leaking out of me into my underwear. Every...