Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of Direct

Her name was Kendra. She’d tossed a wadded-up sticky note at his head last Tuesday. “Oops, thought you were the trash can.” The whole bullpen had howled.

“Now you’re the ghost,” he whispered. “Tomorrow, when they ask who stole the petty cash and deleted the Q3 files? They’ll check the logs. They’ll see your badge was active. And you’ll remember the cleaner you made fun of—and how he left nothing but a spotless floor.” Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of

Then he did the rough thing. Not with his fists. With his silence. He grabbed her pricey ergonomic chair, spun her to face him, and unclipped her work badge from her blazer. He pinned it to his own gray uniform shirt. For a moment, he wore her name. Her name was Kendra