.." Monica paused as she checked something on the computer on the desk. "Four years." WHAT!" Rachel wailed in despair."Sorry, that's the deal", Monica...continued. "The belt will be removed once you have arrived for work. Always be here by 4:30pm, as your shift starts at five. That will allow you a little bathroom time and cleanup before you're locked up for the shift." Locked up? What!" Again Rachel pitifully wailed in despair. This was getting worse and worse by the minute."Yeah in the stock.. She loved the way he looked sitting there. He was wearing a kind of underwear she called ‘truckers’ and they accented his thick muscular thighs. She watched as he took a sip of his drink and followed it with a draw off his cigarette. He pushed the smoke out of the side of his mouth so that it did not come in her direction. She was certain she had never seen a man as sexy as he. She felt the wetness come between her legs. They smiled at each other again through the mirror. She saw his eyes. Marcus entered the door as I wrapped the towel around my waist. "What the fuck are you doing?" he said with a laugh as he walked over to his desk. "Just getting out the shower," I said nervously. "Did you like what you saw?" he asked as I realized he was picking up the white girl photo. I got nervous. "So you found my stash? The first time a bitch sucks my dick, I take a pic." he bragged as he put the photo back in the magazine. He took his tank top off and looked in the mirror for a second. He. ”He’d withdrawn his hand from between her legs and now he shoved the same fingers as before to her lips. She slurped them up dutifully, her own tang spreading over her taste-buds. The elevator, she realised, was slowing, but as it turned had not quite reached their floor.“Keep the taste on your tongue,” he said, retracting his fingers and adjusting the flies of his pants. “And pull that skirt back down. We don’t want anyone mistaking you for a filthy little fuckslut.” He winked at her and she.