It was time. Keela glanced up surreptitiously from the product she was assembling with trained fingers to see Leader standing on the stairs near the door, tapping his shiny black shoe. His hands drummed an awkward rhythm, out of time with the inoffensive music blaring overhead; it was this sound that had caught her attention.
Leader acknowledged their eye contact with the slightest tilt of his head and disappeared up the stairs. Keela waited the appropriate amount of beats, then yawned, rubbed her eyes, and palmed her station off. She slipped out of her factory overcoat and hugged herself in feigned need for the toilet as she went up the stairs. None of the other dead-eyed workers even blinked.
Leader’s office was dark, but she knew well enough to slip in anyway and flick on the lights. The overhead buzzed stubbornly before tossing its half-hearted glow across the craggy face of Leader. He was still wearing his dark supervisor’s apron.
“Bend over,” he said, flipping one gloved finger in a very clear gesture.
Keela bowed and lowered her torso down over her legs. She wrapped her hands together and rested them at the crack of her bottom while the sound of squeaky shoes told her Leader was coming around the desk. His rough hands raked her pants down to her ankles. She shivered at the unexpected cold, her skin pimpling.
“Over,” Leader said again, and Keela clenched the backs of her knees with the crooks of her elbows. Now she held her breath. She knew this sequence of sounds by heart: zzhhhipp, as Leader’s erect cock slithered out of his slacks; crackling, as the device came alive; and then the impossible tingling of the charged air moving closer to her buttocks, to her pussy.
Keela almost screamed as the current raced through her anticipating flesh. The device lingered between her asshole and her pussy, meandering with no hurry down, down, then up, up, inside of her, filling her with the all-encompassing shock of an instant orgasm. She rocked against the device, barely registering Leader’s hungry slavering, coming as hard as she did every day when he brought her into his office.
A tiny puddle of drool collected at the small of her back. Something else wet and warm slithered down her leg, landing on her skin in time with Leader’s grunting. The device switched off, leaving the air in the office dead and silent.
He waited the appropriate amount of beats.
“Get out,” he said.
Keela scrambled to pull up her pants and, without looking at her boss, slipped back out to the factory floor, her body still quivering with pleasure.