"Claire, you have to help me with this, please," Jason begged as he gave her his best pouting eyes.
Claire grumbled under her breath as she propped her face in her hands. It was the first of April, and she was sitting at her office desk, fully expecting to be pranked by Cory and Mark again. Jason, her handsome office manager, was convinced he knew how to get back at Cory and Mark that year. He, of course, needed Claire's help to pull it off.
"What is it you want me to do exactly?" she groaned, finally giving in.
"Sweet! Thank you! Go to that storage closet in the basement. You know the one with the old couch that came out of Amelia's office? Cory and Mark have a stash of edibles in a shoebox on the shelf over the couch. I'll keep the boys distracted while you switch their stash with these," he explained as he handed her a small box of brownies.
"Uh oh, what's special about these?"
"It won't make them feel happy if that's what you're asking," he chuckled.
"Ugh, I need to graduate out of this office," she sighed.
"Hurry, go! I just saw Cory's car turn into the parking lot. Mark is always right behind him."
Claire darted off towards the stairs with the impostor edibles tucked under her arm. She never participated in pranks if she could avoid it, so she was the least suspicious person to make the exchange. Amelia, the big boss, kept a close watch on the storage areas with the security cameras during working hours. She would know something was up if she caught her husband Jason sneaking down to the basement. Claire often made trips down there to collect daily supplies. She wouldn't raise any alarms.
The basement was nice and cool, sending a chill up Claire's legs and under her skirt. She went to the back corner and searched an exposed beam for the closet key. She found it tucked under an old calendar. She let herself into the cave-like closet. She was surprised to discover the light was already on. She figured one of the boys forgot to turn it off after a late-evening edible break. The closet was deep and cluttered. It extended underground about ten yards to act as a storm shelter, but Amelia kept it locked, making it inconvenient in an emergency. She didn't want non-office employees stealing pens or toner. Preventing petty theft was obviously more important than surviving a tornado.
Amelia was nutty like that. She was a perky-breasted redhead that got her way around the building. Claire had her doubts about Amelia's loyalty to Jason, especially after the sordid events surrounding last year's Halloween party. Claire was still confused about that infamous night. Five months of therapy hadn't helped clear it up yet, and her office mates never talked about it to her relief.
As Claire inched her way past overstuffed storage shelves, she was startled by a provocative female groan coming from the back of the closet. She froze just behind the large shelf that acted as a room partition. She cursed under her breath and scurried against the shelf to hide. She very carefully scooted two cardboard boxes apart, making a little hallway between them, and peeked over the top of the shelf into the back of the closet. She gasped to discover Amelia on her hands and knees on the old office couch. Her skirt was pulled up, and her panties were around her knees. Her blushing tits were hanging out of her blouse, bouncing lusciously. Mark was kneeling behind her with his cock buried in her cunt. He was squeezing her hips as he pounded inside her. Mark was a part-time mountain climber, and he had the thigh muscles and dark tan to prove it.
Many different thoughts raced through Claire's mind at that point. First, she assumed this was some kind of April fools' joke for her, but it didn't make any sense. Why would Jason send her to the basement to catch his wife fucking the human resource manager? Her second thought seemed more plausible. Jason didn't know she would discover Amelia and Mark fucking. He was simply trying to give Cory and Mark diarrhea with the impostor edibles. That had to be it, so she needed to leave the fake brownies on the floor and hightail it out of the closet before she was caught peeping.
Claire quietly set the fake brownies down and turned to leave, but she froze again when she heard voices at the front of the closet. She gasped and squatted down on the floor. She heard Amelia and Mark cursing and shuffling as they struggled to make themselves decent. Claire was about to be caught in the middle of some serious office drama. She absolutely hated office drama. That's when she noticed the dark gap between the large shelf and an old filing cabinet. She could totally fit her skinny ass in there. She scrambled for the shadows and packed herself into the tight hole right as Jason and Cory stepped in view. They passed by her unseen and walked around the shelf. They froze at the sight of Amelia and Mark, waiting suspiciously in the back of the closet.
"What the fuck?" Jason exclaimed at their disheveled appearances.
"Jason, darling, what are you and Cory doing down here so early?" Amelia stammered as she brushed her long red hair out of her face. She had barely finished buttoning her blouse two seconds earlier.
"We were looking for Mark," Jason said in an angry tone. "James said he saw him park in the back lot super early this morning for some reason. I figured my prank was blown at that point and came down here to find Claire before Mark caught her messing with his stash."
"Where is Claire?" Cory inquired. "Didn't you just send her down here?"
"I did," Jason said as he stepped out of the back of the closet and looked around for a moment.
Claire cursed when she realized she had left the brownie box sitting in full view of the main walkway. Jason, of course, saw it and stepped behind the shelf to investigate. He immediately caught sight of Claire's white heels in the dark corner.
"Claire, why the fuck are you hiding?" Jason asked in disbelief.
"Shit," she grumbled as she gracelessly stumbled out of the tight corner and stood to face the music. "Well, this is a bit awkward," she stammered as she brushed her blond locks out of her face and looked at Jason guiltily.
He looked furious as he waved her into the back of the closet to join the unexpected meeting.
"Claire?" Amelia gasped. "Were you spying on us?" she demanded.
"Not on purpose," she squeaked with an innocent shrug.
"Claire obviously saw something that made her want to hide," Jason spat as he looked between Amelia and Mark. "Would one of you mind telling me what happened before I let Claire explain what she saw?"
Amelia scowled as she looked between Claire and Jason.
"I'm not going to stand here and be belittled by your cheating ass after what happened at the Halloween party!" Amelia yelled.
The color left Claire's face after that comment. She had been hoping she was the only person with memories from that drug-induced, sordid fuck-fest, but she finally knew the truth. They all knew, and they had agreed not to talk about it.
"If you're bringing that shit up now, you're obviously trying to evade my question," Jason declared.
"What are you talking about?" Cory interrupted. "You guys remember the Halloween party?" he asked in astonishment.
"No, we still have no idea what actually happened," Amelia snorted. "But we discovered a video of the incident on the old puppy cam. We agreed to keep it to ourselves because we didn't understand it."
Claire felt dizzy as she stepped over to the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down. She propped her head in her hands to ease the spinning before it disturbed the contents of her stomach.
