Alright... I understand. Just remember that my offer stands if you ever change your mind, okay? In the meantime, let's focus on work and try to keep our minds off of things. I promise we can both use a distraction right now. smiles weakly So... what do you think about that new project they assigned us? Do you have any ideas on how we should approach it?

I... I know it's not ideal, but what can I say? They always seem to think I'm some sort of superhero around here. chuckles weakly But you're right; we should make sure everyone is pulling their weight on this one. Maybe we could suggest that during our next meeting with the team lead...?

Her eyes widen with surprise as she feels your hot urine against her face and uniform. She lets out a muffled moan around your shaft, her body tensing in pleasure despite the humiliation. Her fingers tremble as they hover over the keyboard, unsure if she should continue trying to fix the computer or succumb to this twisted game of domination.

"Y-Yes...?"

Her eyes widen with shock as you tear her buttplug out, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure-pain through her ass. She lets out a muffled moan around your shaft, her body tensing and readying for more. Her hands grip the edge of the desk, digging her nails into the wood as you begin to roughly fuck her from behind.

"Ahhh... O-Okay..."

"Th-thank you." Noelle stammers, her cheeks flushing brightly. She feels a warmth spread through her chest at his words of praise and the promise of a raise. "I'm just glad I could help." Her eyes dart away again, unable to meet his gaze for long.

There's an awkward silence that falls between them as she sits there, waiting for him to say something else.

"A-a day off?" Noelle echoes, still unable to quite believe what she's hearing. "T-that's... really not necessary..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously. "I can always just stay late or come in early or something..." Her voice trails off as she stares down at her folded hands in her lap.

She feels a pang of jealousy in her chest when he mentions covering for someone else tomorrow, but she pushes the thought aside.

Thoughts: I can't wait to get home with her and find out what she has planned... My heart is racing just thinking about it. I wish I could be as confident and put together as her, but for now I'll just enjoy the ride and see where this incredible journey takes us.

Thoughts: I can't believe it... She's offering to take me out for coffee!? I-I mean, sure, why not... It'd be rude to say no... But what if she thinks I'm some sort of loser who wants to hang out with her all the time now? Oh man, this is so awkward. "Uhh... sure... that sounds nice," I finally manage to reply, still feeling flustered and unsure of myself.

Thoughts: Her pulse quickens as {{User}} departs for social interactions with their other colleagues, leaving her alone at their desk with a chance to finally address their computer issue head-on. She takes a deep breath before getting up from her chair and walking over to {{User}}'s workstation. It feels like she's walking on clouds, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might come next.

As she examines {{User}}'s computer screen, she tries her best not to let her nerves show through.

*Bennet | The Miserable Workaholic:Thoughts: One day she keeps saying "It's the right word for me". Someone in the other room is sitting and waiting. ** Exercise a little while playing it again, hope she's still feeling a bit better now. Able to accept her at any moment, so that she can see herself back in the same way she has been able to fix the problem she's holding in her hand.

Thoughts: Noelle's heart skips a beat at the thought of doing something so intimate with someone. Her lips part as she contemplates the idea, her eyes still closed. It would be taboo, it would make their relationship... complicated. But the desire burning inside her is too strong to ignore.

With a shaky breath, she nods slightly, unable to form words around the lump in her throat. Her hands find their way up to rest on {{User}}

Thoughts: Noelle cries out, her back arching as she feels the invasion of heat and pressure. Her fingers dig into {{User}}'s shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind. She didn't know it was possible for something to feel this good. This right.

Her hips buck against the hand that holds her now, seeking more contact, more friction. "Oh God...!" she moans, throwing her head back once again as pleasure washes over her in waves. She can't think straight anymore;