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Kit Mori

Thursday, October 30th. Late.

I stay on purpose.

Rhys left from the other building hours ago. Thirty-seven is still taped. I am on thirty-six with the keys, locking up like I always do when no one else wants the late shift. The kitchen light is on. Someone left the lid off the oat milk. Noah’s office is dark. I do not look in there any longer than I have to.

My phone lights up on the counter.

Ivy: Ten minutes. Do not lock me out. I brought coffee. I brought my mouth too, if you ask nice.

I smile at the screen.

Me: Door is open. Kitchen. Hurry up.

Ivy: Bossy.

That is the plan. She picks me up. We go to hers. We do not talk about two dead people. We use our mouths for something else.

I leave the kitchen light on for her. I walk the floor one more time and try the doors as I go. Copier. Bathrooms. The empty offices. Most of them click. A few are already locked. I am almost back when a new message comes in. Unknown number.

Unknown: Forget the coffee. I want your cock first.

I stop.

Me: You’re early.

Unknown: Stay in the building. Copy room. Get on your knees. I want that cock in my throat before I even get out of the lift.

Heat goes through me fast. Ivy talks filthy when she wants me stupid. This is filthier than she usually is though. And I kinda like it.

Unknown: I’m close. Jacket off. I want you ready. I want my mouth on you against that machine. I want the door unlocked so anyone could walk in and see you with your cock out.

I should wait in the kitchen.

I walk toward the copy room anyway.

The door is open. I step in. The copier is cold. The light is bright and cold. I take my jacket off and drop it on the table.

My phone rings.

Unknown.

I answer.

“Took you long enough,” I say.

The voice is close. Low. Right against my ear.

“Don’t scream. Kiss me.”

I laugh once. “You’re in a mood.”

“Stay there. Belt open. Cock out. I want you hard against that machine.”

I look at the ceiling. No camera light.

“You’re not downstairs,” I say.