12 - Hazz

I don't even know how I could continue at work after the moment Jessy called me in her dressing room. I had to fold the handkerchief to be able to keep it in my pocket, but I spent the whole afternoon thinking about that woman, in her words. I wonder if I had hit my head while I was sleeping? I wonder if I was still dreaming?

Never, not even in my most perverted dreams in the world, have I dreamed of a woman like that wanting something from me. Even more something as serious as sex. All right, I wasn't a virgin, I shouldn't value a simple carnal act so much, but... Sex was sex. And no one would go out distributing fucks on any ordinary Friday.

I was so stunned by that whole thing, that I didn't even notice that my co-workers did little to be kind. After Jessy's interview, I was sent to the security room, but not to do anything more useful than clean the screens where the security guarded the cameras.

At least there, in the silence in which men remained to remain alert, I could think o