Maureen taps my shoulder, and I glance in the direction she's pointing with her little chewed-up pen tip. There, I kid you not, are our two quality control agents behind one of the ovens, working up a sweat. I don't remember her name, although I'm not likely to forget what she looked like bent over with her red skirt up and Mr. Big's cock ramming into her like a piston!

The sound of the conveyer is normally so loud we're all supposed to wear earplugs, although no one does, and now that it's off, I can hear every word they're saying. He's grabbing her hips and fucking her for all he's worth, and she's gripping a piping pole and moaning like all get out.

"Fuck me, fuck me, yeah!" She's practically screaming it, and my face fills with blood as I'm watching, although I think my cock's taken most of the supply. It's straining my zipper and I've never been so glad for my girlie little apron.

I've never seen anything like this, even in porn. They're just going at it like two bunnies, and neither of them has noticed the machines are off, or that we're standing there.

"Come on, take it, you dirty little whore!" he yells and, I kid you not, slaps her ass like he's riding some wild pony.

I'm expecting her to turn around and slug him, but no, she arches her back and goes up on her tiptoes and says, "Yeah, baby, shove that big cock into your little fuckslut!"

Jesus Christ! Does this girl kiss her mother with that mouth? I notice the front of her blouse is open and her tits are swinging free with every pop from Mr. Big.

I look back at Maureen and she's turning as pink as her skirt, looking like she wants to crawl under the belt and hide. I clear my throat, hoping to get their attention, but it's no use.

He slaps her ass in rhythm as he fucks her, and she grinds back on him and screams, "Make me come, baby, fuck me harder!" and I'm pretty sure this whole damned thing is gonna get broken up in less than a minute by Sid Vicious.