WARNING **This is an 18+ scene. Do not read if you are under 18 This chapter contains elements some people might not feel comfortable with or may find disturbing. I made it less graphic as possible.
Rita could not comprehend just what she was seeing and she was sure the first three or five seconds she momentarily zoned out. She snapped out of it when someone bumped into her. The force of the shove sent her stumbling into the cafeteria and the vivid scene playing all around her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, she was just exhausted and admittedly horny. But nothing that could or should account for such an outburst of a hallucination.
Even if her eyes were lying to her, she could not possibly be imagining the sound–sounds, and the smell. Sounds of pleasure, moans, grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin, screams of approval and encouragement, the smell of sex going on all around, in the open.
She felt someone behind her and spun around to face the person and her eyes met a familiar face. “T-Travis.”
Travis stood in front of her, his shirt half undone exposing the upper half of his chest. His hair was tousled like someone had put it through the wringer. His glasses resting at the end of his nose. He smelt of ladies perfume and sex. Much like the entire room. “Ah welcome Rita.” He greeted, taking a step closer to her. Rita took a step back. “It's your first time in the cafeteria, right?”
“What is all this, Travis?” Rita asked, keeping her eyes on the man less than four feet away from her and not on anything going on around them though it fought for her attention. She fought against the need to clench her thighs together and the heat that warmed its way to her core. He looked totally unaffected by it all.
“There's no need to panic, though I'm pretty sure it's not all panic that you're feeling right now.” He said, nonchalantly. The dark and knowing look behind those glasses begged to differ. “You see, forty five percent of this building is currently made up of Incubi and succubi.” Rita's eyes widened.
“So all this is just–”
“A normal day at work.” he finished. Rita's orientation was that this sort of intimacy was private. Even if it was just a fling. She prefered it behind closed doors. A sense of proprietry she managed to still keep. Seeing, hearing all this threw her off a little. Actually, more than a little. The fact everyone went along with it made her insides feel stupid and queasy.
She was not sure if she wanted the answer to her next question but she let it out anyway. “Then where do the non sex demon population of the company eat?”
“In here too.” Travis answered, again nonchalantly. Rita nearly gagged. “That's disgusting.” More than that, it was unhygienic and just wrong.
Travis's attention was pried from her. She followed his gaze on hahit and found the object of his current focus. A woman with strawberry blonde hair was bouncing topless with abandon, breasts moving up and down with her as she rocked. Eyes closed, moaning, mouth open and breathing fast. Rita tore her eyes away. Her own breath came in short and fast through her mouth and she swallowed.
“Fair enough. Some people don't like to fuck in the same place they eat.” The point made even more punctuated when her eyes caught a pair orgasming over the fruit on display. People still ate here! That would explain everything she had unfortunately barged in on and how none of them had seemed the least bit bothered. Rita was grateful for her colouring because if she had been born a shade lighter, she would resemble a tomato or a great pea.
“Do they all come here during lunch?” she asked, morbid curiosity talking.
“Mostly. Well them and anyone willing providing their bodies. Or people who just want to fuck.” His hand reached for her shoulder and she smacked it away. She wanted nothing to do with this. Any of it. From anyone.
“I want to talk to Miguel.” She stated. Eyes firmly on Travis. He glared at her through his glasses before the expression vanished.
“Sure but I'm not exactly sure he can talk right now.” Travis pointed to the corner. Her eyes travelled past the fully and partially naked bodies to where a guy was having his dick sucked and his face buried in someone's pussy. Not just a guy, Miguel.
“He doesn't like it when he's interrupted. Especially since you declined his request for lunch two days in a row and gave him blue balls. It kinda gets boring when you fuck the same set of people every other day and Miguel goes through ’em fast. It generally gets boring for everyone.”
To say realization washed over her was an understatement. That was it, she could not stay here anymore. If she stayed a second longer she was going to explode. “I'm leaving then. Tell him I need to talk to him, when he's done.”
She rounded past Travis, walking as fast as she could towards the door. She collided with something and she stumbled and fell forward. Steadied by two hands on her arms. Rita steadied her footing, ready to apologize and thank whoever helped her, also so they could get their hands off. Her eyes met Travis instead. How did he get here so fast?
“You don't get it do you.” He said, a weird smirk plastered on his face.
“Get what? Take your hands off me.” Rita growled out. She was not even sure if he had washed the very hands that held her. That thought alone made her want to get out of his hold.
“Do you really think, you got the job because you were that qualified for it?” He ground out, meaty fingers grabbing on to more of the material of her shirt.
That made her stop momentarily. “What the hell are you talking about?” Of course she had gotten the job because she was qualified for it. She should not believe anything coming out of his mouth right now.
“Most of your certificates meant nothing. The Real category was a nice ass and tits.” He dragged his eyes over her body and she felt like clawing out his yes and scrubbing her skin till it was red and raw. “And you more than qualified.”
“Get your hands off me!” She screamed and kicked him in the groin. He went down right after his glasses, squealing like a little girl. She could feel eyes on them, not all but enough. She just took herself out of there faster than Travis' glasses had fallen.
*****
The next place she visited her desk and four seconds later was the bathroom where she threw up the rest of that morning's breakfast. It was like Deleze all over again. All goddamned over again! She ran her hands through her hair. Chest tightening. She went in search of a few answers, ended up leaving with answers she would have been better off not knowing and no answers for her original questions.
The only time Rita went out of the office was when it was time to leave. Once she stepped out of the elevator, she could feel eyes on her, she hated it. Miguel was at his post working as if nothing at all happened. To him nothing had, if Travis was to be believed, he had a good day. And as much as she did not want to see his face, she still needed answers.
She walked over to his desk with an expressionless face. It was a part of her defense mechanism, keeping her face unreadable. His head lifted from what he was doing and their eyes met. How it was possible for him to keep eye contact with her, she would never know.
“Yes Ma'am.” he asked in his usual chipper voice. She was not going to be fooled this time “Miguel, I need to ask you a question.”
“Sure, shoot.”
“Which one of your friends dropped me off at home last Friday?”
“Why the sudden interest?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to thank them, probably give them a gift basket or something and just be a good neighbor.”
“You live on Garato street?”
“No. But since you don't know where I live, I'd really love to know how one of your friends actually do.”
A few beats of silence passed between them before Miguel just swallowed. “Then, I don't know.” Exactly what she feared. His answer left a hard lump in her throat. He went back to packing up some files on his desk.
“I saw you at 'lunch' today.” She added, not willing to let him go just yet.
“Yeah. So?” The chipper voice was gone replace by a tone that said I could care less.
“Why did you really invite me out that Friday, Miguel?” she asked.
“Travis asked me to introduce you.” he deadpanned
“Travis the big cheese around here now?” He did not answer. So either he was or he was not.
“What was in it for you?” her voice showing a small hint of what her face did not. That was the design flaw. She could mask up her face but when it came to her voice box, not so much.
With a straight face whipped clean of the facade it wore half a minute ago. “Five hundred bucks and an all round access to fuck buddies whenever, wherever for two weeks.”
“So that's it, money and sex.” And here she thought it was for some kind of newbie prank or a vendetta.
“Pretty much. You know, i would have lost half of it if you hadn't shown up today. Thanks for that.” he smirked and gave her a sultry wink. Rita just spun around and headed for the door.
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