Rick pulled his thick, wet cock out of Rachel's tight pussy. The loud, sloppy squelch echoed in the tiny supply closet. A hot mixture of his cum and her arousal juices immediately dripped down Rachel's pale inner thighs, splashing softly onto the dirty linoleum floor.
Rachel was panting heavily. She was bent over a yellow industrial mop bucket, her tight emerald dress hiked all the way up to her waist. Her black lace panties were torn and hanging off one leg. Victoria Warner was kneeling right beside her, her lips still shiny from sucking Rick just moments ago.
The harsh, blinding fluorescent light from the hospital hallway flooded into the cramped, pitch-black space.
Standing in the doorway was a tall man in an immaculate, perfectly tailored grey suit. He didn't have a single speck of dust or blood on him. He held a sleek, futuristic-looking plasma rifle in his hands, aiming it squarely at Rick's chest.
It was a high-level Corporate Oversight Agent. Agent X.
