Kitty moved on him in the steady rhythm he wanted, the wet sounds filling the break room, yet nothing inside her responded. I feel empty, she thought, the stretch of him clear but completely without pleasure. Her face stayed blank. “You’re more than twenty years older than me,” she had said earlier, and the words still sat in her head while she bounced. This is just the price of the bonus. He gripped her hips tighter. “Keep going,” he muttered. She answered nothing, only continued the eager motion her body performed while her mind stayed distant. I don’t even dislike it. I just don’t feel it. When he pulled her down and came, the warmth spread inside her with no answering heat of her own. She climbed off in silence, the indifference still complete.