Red Riding Jack
The elevator dinged, and as I blinked, brushing a few strands of hair from my face, my lips were slightly parted as I watched the scene unfold before me.
Men and women... All naked.
I could not move my eyes from their sweaty bodies, and my eyes moved to an older woman who was pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around a man's waist, whose face I could not see.
I could only watch as he slowly rocked in and out of her. My hand was held, and I looked up at Jack's face.
"Amanda..." He whispered my name, but I grabbed onto his black turtleneck and pulled him in for a kiss.