MasukMy name is Maya. I’m twenty-four. I work nights on the third floor. Dr. John is the on-call doctor. Forty-one. He has taken coffee from me for weeks and never let it become more than a nod when he passes. Tonight the ward was quiet. I brought the cup to the on-call room. He should have taken it and sent me back.“You’re still here,” he said. Door half open. “Leave it. I’ll drink it later.”“Or I can stay.”He looked at the empty room. Then at my mouth. “If you stay, the door stays shut. No one walks in.”“Shut it.”He did. The lock was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I stood in the doorway.“What do you want?” I asked.“You on that bed. My cock in your mouth first. Then I want to fuck you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me feel your mouth. Let me stretch you. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since you started bringing coffee.”“Then do it.”He sat on the narrow bed. I dropped
My name is Claire. I’m twenty-one. My sister’s fiancé is Adam. Thirty-six. Yesterday he locked the curtain, put me on the bench, and came in his hand. Today she sent me back alone to collect the dress. He should have stayed at the counter.“You’re here again,” he said. Dress on the hook. His voice stayed low. “I’ll get it for you.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty fitting room. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the curtain stays closed. No one walks in.”“Close it.”He did. The metal ring was small. My chest was not. I had come back because of the way he looked at my legs when I stood in the mirror the day before.“What do you want?” I asked.“You on that bench. My mouth on you first. Then my cock. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the curtain.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me taste you. Let me feel you ride me. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since you walked in.”“Then do it.”He sat on the bench. I stood in front of him, pulled my skirt up, and stepped closer.
My name is Riley. I’m twenty-three. The man who lives on the floor above me is Mark. Thirty-eight. He has nodded at me in the lift for months and never said more than the floor number. Tonight the laundry room was empty except for my washer. He came in with a basket. He should have put his clothes in and left.“You’re still here,” he said. Basket on the machine. “I’ll come back.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty room. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the door stays shut. No one walks in.”“Shut it.”He did. The lock was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I bent to load the washer.“What do you want?” I asked.“You over that machine. My hands on you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me bend you over and fuck you. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since I started seeing you down here.”“Then do it.”He turned me. I put my hands on the washer. He pulled my shorts down. I was alre
My name is Kara. I’m twenty-three. My friend’s older brother is Ethan. Thirty-six. He offered to drive me to the wedding. Six hours. One overnight stop. He has looked at me in the passenger seat for months and never let it become more than a hand on the wheel. Tonight we checked into the motel. Separate rooms. He should have stayed in his.“You’re still up,” he said. Door half open. “Go to sleep. We leave early.”“Or you can come in.”He looked at the empty room. Then at my mouth. “If I come in, the door stays locked. No one walks past.”“Lock it.”He did. The chain was small. My chest was not. I had stayed awake because of the way he looked at my legs when I stretched in the car.“What do you want?” I asked.“You on that bed. My hands on you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me feel you ride me. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since we left the city.”“Sit.”He sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled my shorts down and climbed on
My name is Sienna. I’m twenty-four. Mr Hale is my supervisor. Forty-one. He has stayed late with me for weeks and never let it become more than a hand on the desk. Tonight the last email went out. Everyone else left. He should have locked the door and walked me to the lift.“You’re still here,” he said. Screen off. “Go. I’ll finish.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty office. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the door stays locked. No one walks in.”“Lock it.”He did. The click was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I sat across from him.“What do you want?” I asked.“You on that desk. My hands on you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me feel you ride me. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since you started staying late.”“Sit.”He sat on the edge of the desk. I pulled my skirt up and climbed onto his lap, facing him. His cock was already hard, hot, wet at the tip. I looked down.
My name is Elena. I’m twenty-two. The party is at my friend’s house. Her older brother is Ryan. Thirty-five. He has been around all night and never let it become more than a look when he passed me a drink. The speeches are done. Most people are outside. He should have stayed out there.“You’re still here,” he said. Door half open. “Go. I’ll lock up later.”“Or you can stay.”He looked at the empty bathroom. Then at my mouth. “If I stay, the door stays locked. No one walks in.”“Lock it.”He did. The click was small. My chest was not. I had stayed because of the way he looked at my legs when I stood by the table.“What do you want?” I asked.“You on that counter. My hands on you. I won’t finish inside you. Say the word and I open the door.”“Ask properly.”“Please. Let me feel you ride me. I’ll pull out. I’ve wanted this since I saw you tonight.”“Sit.”He sat on the closed toilet. I pulled my skirt up and climbed onto his lap, facing him. His cock was already hard, hot, wet at the tip







