The door thudded shut. The "ding" sounded. The movement stopped. They were finally alone in the elevator. They couldn't keep their hands off each other all night. An evening of drinking and dancing had left them both charged with an insatiable desire. He pushed her back to the mirrored wall and pressed his lips against hers. She slid his tongue into his mouth and grasped his ass with her hands. He hiked her denim skirt up...

She sat on the bed, her rump still stinging from the discipline John had meted out to her. She was still aghast that he had brought his boss to observe. From the kitchen, she heard John and his boss chatting. Some muted discussion, some laughter, then silence. The sound of footsteps began echoing down the hallway. The volume rose until the light was blocked out by the boss. In the doorway stood a tall silhouette of a man...