Voyeur

It had been a long day and an even longer evening. Shelley took a break from the paperwork surrounding her and rubbed her tired eyes: the promotion had been nice but the extra hours were difficult, especially since summer had begun. At this hour, she should be on an outdoor terasse enjoying a pitcher of sangria with her friends, not cooped in an office building. Sighing, she went back to work, determined to finish it before eight.
There were two advantages of working after regular business hours: being able to play her own music and the lack of interruption. Humming under her breath to the rock music playing softly on her computer, Shelley continued working.
When she next lifted her head, she was shocked to realize that it was past 7PM. Her stomach grumbled it\'s displeasure with skipping a meal, so closing her office door, she left the building to buy some take-out at the chinese restaurant around the corner.
As she was walking back in with her food, Shelley looked around and frowned: more lights were on then when she had left. Since the janitors only cleaned on Tuesday and Fridays - today being Wednesday, it couldn\'t be them and as far as she knew, she was the only person planning to stay after h. De. Deciding to verify if it was an authorized person, she deposited the food on her desk and started walking around the office.
The cubicles looked desolate at night, she decided. Heads weren\'t appearing over to speak to a neighbor. Even the lack of noise was, for once, unsettling. As if to contradict her statement, a small squeak come out of a co-worker\'s office, interrupting her thoughts.
\"What was that?\" she thought. Silently walking toward the door, she freezed when the squeak was replaced by a moan. Her feet refusing to move anywhere now, she stilled. Grunts and the sound of flesh slapping together drifted to her ears. Groaning inwardly, she turned away and tiptoed back to her office. Why did he have to bring someone here? Of all places, why the office? Couldn\'t he afford the hotel, even if it was just for part of the evening?
Closing the door and leaning against it, Shelley admitted that she was also jealous. While she had promised herself that she would never mix business with pleasure, it was hard to ignore how attractive Trevor was. It didn\'t help that they got along and had much in common. So why did he have to bring his latest conquest tonight, of all nights, here?
Taking a few calming breaths and trying not to think about the scene she almost walked in, she was startled by voices passing by her office.
\"So here\'s where you work?\" the female voice asked.
\"Yes -- happy you got to finally have sex on a real desk?\" Trevor replied.
\"Not as happy as I\'d be if we could do it in the supply room,\" his lover said suggestively.
\"My lady, the photocopy machine has been dreaming of having you sit on it.\"
The voices were unintelligible after this and Shelley blushed at the image that popped up to the forefront of her mind.
\"Yeah, like you wouldn\'t like to see that,\" an annoying little inner voice added. An idea quickly formed: the supply room had two doors, one on each end. One opened up directly in front of the photocopier from where the other door was almost invisible, since shelves were between it and the machine. If she was quiet, she would be able to sneak them and watch them between the shelves. It would be dark enough so that if she didn\'t attract their attention, she would be unnoticed. Driven by lust, Shelley opened up her door and creaped into the hallway. At the supply room door, she took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding at the idea of what she was doing: who knew she would be such a voyeur?