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[roseoffensive]

The Executive Toilet PART 1

Unlike my colleagues who work the 9-5 shift and engage in tedious small talk, I work alone on the night shift. But tonight, I have a new colleague with me, Valerie.

Valerie is an undergraduate student with dark, long hair and a slender frame. She moves with a natural grace, and her spectacles frame her face perfectly. Despite her intelligence, she has an air of innocence about her that is endearing to those who know her.

At first, I was annoyed that I had to oversee Valerie's work and that my peace was being disrupted. However, as I watched her become engrossed in her work, I found myself admiring her body. Her slender frame leaned over her desk, revealing her cleavage, hugged by her red lingerie underneath her white top, as she peered through her spectacles at the papers in front of her, her long hair falling across her face as she wrote. Despite her initial shyness, her intelligence and dedication were evident in the way she tackled each task with determination. As I watched her work, I began to appreciate her quiet yet strong presence, and I found myself getting rather turned on.

As I was lost in thought, my attention was brought back to reality by Valerie's soft voice. "May I use the restroom?" she asked shyly, interrupting my reverie. Despite my initial irritation at being disturbed, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her shyness. "Of course," I replied, gesturing towards the door.

"Could you, if it's not too much trouble, follow me?" Valerie asked, her voice tinged with shyness. "I'm too scared of the dark." As she spoke, she bit her lip nervously, her spectacles sliding down her nose slightly. Despite my initial surprise at her request, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her fear. "Sure, I'll walk with you, I need to use the restroom too" I replied, standing up from my desk. As we made our way down the darkened hallway, I could sense her fear and uncertainty, and I reached out to take her hand.

As we reached the door to the restroom, Valerie's hand tightened around mine, and she pulled me inside with surprising force. The door swung open with a loud creak, and I stumbled slightly as I tried to regain my balance. Looking up, I saw Valerie staring at me with a mix of fear and determination in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I just...I needed someone to be with me." As she spoke, she leaned against me, her body shaking with emotion. Valerie shifted nervously on her feet, her eyes flickering back and forth as if trying to find the courage to speak. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at me, her dark eyes shining with uncertainty. "There's something I wanted to ask you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm too afraid." As she spoke, she bit her lip nervously, her hands twisting together in her lap.

"Do...do you think I'm attractive?" As she spoke, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Feeling caught off guard by her question, I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Why are you asking me that?" My response was more uncomfortable than I had intended, and I could see a flicker of hurt in Valerie's eyes. Realizing my mistake, I quickly added, "Of course, you're attractive."

"I see," Valerie exclaimed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I could tell that there was more on her mind, but she seemed hesitant to say anything more. Maybe she was too shy, or maybe she didn't know how to put her thoughts into words. With a deep breath, she turned and slowly made her way into the cubicle. Leaving the door slightly ajar as she began to unzip her jeans.

"I'll just wait here," I said, trying to sound casual but feeling increasingly uncomfortable. As I leaned against the wall, I could hear the muffled sound of her urine trickling against the porcelain bowl, and the rustling of clothes as Valerie moved around in the cubicle. So I waited, my mind wandering as I tried to keep myself occupied. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to the cubicle creaked open, and Valerie emerged. She looked at me with a small, tentative smile, she said, "Your turn". I nodded, grateful for the chance to escape the awkwardness of the situation. As I made my way into the cubicle, she grabbed my arm.

"Perhaps, you could do it in my mouth?" her voice barely above a whisper. I looked at her in surprise, wondering where this sudden request had come from. But as I watched her, I could see the innocence in her eyes fade, as her cheeks starts turning red from anticipation.