The memos about changes to breakroom policy filtered in with new mandates every week. Eventually, the thigh-high socks were abandoned, the dress code changed to little more than a bikini top for women, and Michelle spent almost every hour of her workday getting fucked and passed around the breakroom.

“At least, it’s a steady paycheck,” she often thought while choking on a thick cock or having her asshole wrecked for the tenth time in a day.

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An epilogue scene of “New Breakroom Seating Arrangements”: