"Miss? Are you okay?" a man asked nearby.
Katie stopped walking and turned. The man speaking to her was one of the janitors. She had seen him around before. She wasn't sure, but she thought his name was Jimmy. He was currently getting together his equipment to clean the floors, once everyone had vacated the office. But right at that moment, that wasn't the equipment that Katie was looking at. She was staring at the bulge in Jimmy's pants. And as she watched, it was growing bigger. She knew what that meant. She was turning him on. She had never had that kind of an effect on anyone before. It was kind of ... stimulating.
"Do you need something?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she breathed, not really thinking. It was that bulge. It was so ... mesmerizing. She needed to see it. She needed Jimmy to show her. She needed Jimmy. She needed a man.
Jimmy saw where she was looking and seemed to understand. "Oh, I see," he said, then smiled. "I thought you were that type of woman. I mean, the way you're dressed and the way you're acting. Where do you want to do it? In the closet? We can have some privacy there."
"Privacy?"
"Yeah, for sex. Unless you don't care about that kind of thing," he said, with a smile.
"Sex?" Suddenly, Katie was snapped violently back to reality. What was she doing? She was actually thinking about having sex with a complete stranger? "I ... I need to go," she said, running away towards the far end of the room, grabbing her purse from her cubicle, and then entering the closest elevator. If she wanted to have sex, then the person she needed was at home: her husband.
Jimmy looked incredulously at the woman running away. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking it could have been some great sex. But whatever. He went back to sorting out his cleaning supplies.
