And fight with machines

You had been stood in front of the vending machine, pretending to be unsure what to buy, for a little too long now. Another co-worker had come, poured himself a coffee, and left. Just about convincing you that your guess had been wrong. That she wasn't coming.

It was only as you were finally giving up: heading for the door in frustrated disappointment… that you very near walked into Sabrina. The girl pushed open the door with a faraway look in her eye, only just realising you were there in time to avoid an awkward collision. She looked startled and self-conscious, as if still convinced she might have something on her face. Yet her work-place professional makeup was back in place and her clothing hardly ruffled or dishevelled. It was enough to half convince you that the last half-hour of staring at your screen had just been some kind of fever dream.

"Oh… sorry! Were you just leaving?" She asked, moving to one side to let you pass.

"O-oh, no… I was just… Just waiting for the coffee pot to heat up again!" You panicked, knowing full well you hated coffee and had no idea how the machine worked. Still, the ruse had the desired effect of getting Sabrina to come forward into the room and giving you an excuse to remain as well.

She headed straight for the vending machine herself, pulling out one of the simple, black cards that gave the higher executives unlimited access to such company assets. Your eyes lingered on it for a second… but that didn’t prove anything… managers handed out those to interns to grab them a snack or something all the time. She leant forward to stare through the scratched and grimy front of the machine, allowing you an ample view of her long, nyloned legs. The young woman was magnificent to behold, as ever she had been… but also looked so normal. Beautiful, but modest… even with the short cut of her skirt and low 'V' of her blouse. There was no hint at all that scant moments before, she might have been on her hands and knees; head bobbing against the lap of her 40-something year old employer.

"Damn thing!" She muttered, mostly to herself. Drawing you out of your probably over-indulgent staring. The drink she had selected had got stuck, as they often did. Sabrina gave the Perspex panel a thump, causing something to drop to the floor with a clink… but the bottle remained firmly wedged in its mechanical holdings.

"Can I help?" You offered, gentlemanly. Stepping forward to help shake the machine a little and thump various sides. Even by your powers combined however… the sugary beverage refuses to budge. Eventually Sabrina just says “fuck it” and buys another of the same drink off Mr Benson’s card, which promptly frees both bottles without further issue.

“Guess it’s your lucky day…” She said, offering you the spare before immediately taking several large gulps of her own. With a sighing ‘Aaaah’, the girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and finally seemed actually able to focus on who had been helping her:

“You’re John, right? You joined at the same time as me?”

The piercing **** of those eyes finally meeting your own was near enough to knock you off your feet… especially considering everything else that was currently buzzing through your head about her. The fear that she’d somehow be able to tell you’d just been watching those lips of hers slide up and down a cock, whether imaginary or not, practically paralysed your vocal chords. Along with the fact that she actually remembered your name!

After a second or two of awkward silence, in which you could only nod, she breezed the whole thing off. “Well, I best be getting back… See you around, John. Thanks for trying to help.”

And with that… she was gone. Leaving you clutching the drink you’d been handed… and kicking yourself for being unable to strike up any conversation. You were now near convinced you’d gone completely mad about the whole Onlyfans thing in the first place, until a glint suddenly caught your eye.

There… just under one of the legs of the vending machine, was a small and silver bean. Picking it up, you found it’s two halves could be twisted slightly… causing a buzzing tremor to begin within. It was the exact same vibrator that you had seen Sabrina play across her lips and slide into her panties across the livestream. With the reverence of having found a holy relic, you turned it off again and slid it into your pocket. Unable to stop reconfirming its presence there, as you wandered back toward your desk.