I stand outside of Ford’s office and nervously wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. Glancing at the locker room door, I pray none of my coworkers come out to see me standing here. While I found out tonight that every single one of them had heard about Ford fucking me in The Orgy Room, I’d also been assured by more than one female coworker that he doesn’t do repeats, so the encounter was easily dismissed by most.

Because of this, I do not want anyone to see me standing outside of his office. They’ll either know Ford is asking for a repeat or think I appear desperate for his...