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Special techniques in workplace administration

... flushed as if in the moment before her lover entered her. It was the top of a stack of similar photos, about two dozen altogether. I quickly looked in the middle of the pile and found an even more intoxicating photo and slipped it into the back of my clipboard. I then tidied the stack and sat back down. After a couple of minutes I heard the bathroom door open, and soon she was back. She quickly told me the details of new procedures for cleaning the basement and informed me of an inspection later in the week. “Just a heads-up,” she added, “because you keep everything clean enough even for me. Now I’ll let you get back to work. I have to go to a meeting for an hour.” I nodded, and as we left she left her door party open. “Won’t you lock it?” “No need. You, me, and Janet are the only ones this early with keys, and she might need to get in while I’m gone.” “Doesn’t it get lonely?” “I like being alone. I never get lonely. I like the peace.” I nodded, “Me too.” “Yes, you must to spend all that time in the basement.” She left through the door towards the center and I went to the other end of the hall, pondering how best to handle the photo. She would notice it was missing, I was sure, and quickly, so the best plan was to sneak into one of the student computer labs and scan it in, then return the picture to the stack before she returned. As at that time of morning there would be no one there, this seemed the best way out of the firing offense I’d put myself in without really ...

... thinking. This took five minutes, and after I had emailed myself the scan, a massive file on the highest quality the scanner supported, it took all of five more minutes to put the picture back (finally showing some wisdom, I resisted the temptation to scan myself another dozen) and slink back off to the pantry. I was of course too nervous and far too hard to consider just working. I locked the pantry door, took out my tablet from my backpack, and went off to a corner behind a pallet stacked high with sacks of rice to relieve the pressure. I opened my email and then the file, and was amazed at the quality. I dropped my pants to my knees and stared at the picture as I slowly stroked my swollen shaft in fascination with the beauty of her body. After five minutes I was getting close. Suddenly shifting in the shadows on the wall above me caught my attention, and I heard a rustle of cloth behind me. As only Maro and Janet had other keys to the pantry, I knew immediately I was in serious trouble. I looked up to see Maro watching me sternly, arms crossed over her chest. “You’re quite the little sneak thief, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry now , you mean. Probably thought you’d lucked into something incredible earlier, didn’t you?” I could only nod, and she stopped frowning and said, “Well, don’t let me stop you.” I stared at her blankly and she added, “You don’t think I brought those pictures in for my health, do you? I sure as hell wouldn’t leave one peeking out like that on ...