Diana

"Looks like we're done!", a cheerful voice exclaims. You turn weakly to look at Diana, who is triumphantly holding her phone up like a trophy. Somehow you knew it would be her; whether it is her obvious experience with pleasing other women or the Rulebook subtly suggesting this is what you should have expected based on the new previous encounters you do not know. A small round of applause goes around the room.

"Nice new piece, Di!", exclaims Laura. "You might want to start stripping, Jenna, she'll need to find a good place for you!" Pretending you are taking it in good humour (and in a way you are - you are certainly not angry about it, quite the opposite, the burning humiliation notwithstanding), you make yourself finish typing a sentence and then slowly and carefully lift yourself up. The wet slopping sound your pussy makes when the dildo pops out of it makes you blush hotly.

For the second time in under an hour you begin to strip in a public place. This time it is worth, though. The cafe you could leave after the game and never come back to. The people around you now are your colleagues whom you will see every day for the foreseeable future, unless you change your life dramatically (which, you realise, you certainly can do with the Rulebook, if you so choose). You are moving faster now, however. You are not braver, you simply know you might freeze up if you hesitate. You take your panties off before your blouse this time, practically ripping them off, because you want to make sure they are tucked into your skirt before the damp patch can be discerned. Dave's intake of breath is audible.

Finally, the blouse is off too, with your (probably smallest in the office) boobs proudly on display once again. After placing the blouse on top of your other clothes you turn around and stroll, as calmly as you can towards Diana's desk, almost physically feeling the many pairs of eyes on you.

"So, what are we doing?", you hear yourself ask, and hope your voice does not sound as fake to others as it does to you.