Hunted for a Quickie

Dana glanced both ways down the hallway before she stepped out into it, her trepidation filling her less than her excitement. He could be somewhere in this hallway or appear out of nowhere as he often did, like some magical being. She smirked as glee filled her. When he was the wolf, she was the prey.

She ran her fingers through her hair, glancing at her shiny dark locks between her fingers as she scanned the hallway. Her womanhood lit with want as she smiled remembering the day before when Cyrus had scooped her up from behind and whisked her to the pantry. They’d barely finished their quickie before their manager had wandered into the storage space looking for more mayonnaise.

Cyrus had been behind her and had the quick thought to yank her unform skirt down when he’d heard a sound, the move also tossed his chef hat to the floor. That quick thinking of his had likely saved them from being found out by the sickly-looking man in his mid-forties. He was a strict manager and had looked at them suspiciously but had not had any further evidence to convict them of any wrongdoing. But now he was on to them no doubt.

Dana heard footsteps so she froze at the corner. It could certainly be one of the residents wobbling along the hallway with their walker. About half the residents had such a walking aid. Dana had taken to offering herself to the aged male residents for...