Eating Out (The Restaurant Kind)

"Take me out to dinner," Sara ordered.

Josh was expecting a request of a more sexual nature. "W-what?"

"Today on one of our fuck breaks, Ashley told me about this new steak place in the arts district," she said. "I was gonna suggest it for this weekend, but now we can move that up." She smirked, and nodded toward Josh's straining erection. "Why don't you take care of that while I take a shower?"

Josh was a bit stunned by all that, and didn't say anything as Sara walked away and into the apartment's bathroom, still wearing only the blue butt plug.

He knew Ashley was a friend of Sara's at work -- he'd met her a few times -- but he thought he remembered that Ashley was married, so he wondered what "fuck break" could have meant.

He picked up his phone again, and as he did so, he brushed his thumb against the screen, swiping down and causing a search bar to appear.

"Oh, fuck me," he muttered. He'd been so baffled and then excited by the app, he'd forgotten about that phone feature. Of course they wouldn't make someone scroll through thousands of rules to find one to change.

He merely tapped out "fuck break" on the phone, and there were all the rules that contained that phrase.

• Women working office jobs will put their work aside several times a day in order to satisfy their libidos; this is known as a "fuck break."
• Most offices have private rooms or semi-private areas set aside for fuck breaks.
• Although fuck breaks will occasionally be solo, and women will keep a dildo or vibrator at the office for "emergencies," fuck breaks are almost always taken together with a female colleague; fuck breaks with male colleagues are almost unheard of, particularly if the woman is already in a serious romantic relationship with a man.

There were more rules containing the phrase "fuck break," about things like what happened if someone accidentally interrupted a fuck break, if someone intentionally interrupted a fuck break, if the fire alarm went off during a fuck break -- but Josh thought he had the gist of it.

Josh closed his eyes and pictured it. Sara sending an IM to Ashley. The two of them meeting in front of a small room with a "vacant" sign on the door. The two entering the room and locking it. The two of them slowly peeling off their business attire -- no, wait, he'd pictured them in business attire from before he changed reality. The two of them in the same kind of outfit that Sara had arrived home in, just a microskirt and a top that was little more than the upper half of a bikini. And they'd be horny enough that they'd yank them off quickly. They'd leave their high heels on. They'd lie down on the provided cushions, Sara facing in one direction and Ashley in the other, and --

"Fuuuuuck," he said as he came, feeling warm liquid spurt out of his cock and coat his hand and his thigh. He'd been rubbing himself without consciously realizing it as he created the fantasy in his mind, and regretted only that he'd finished before actually imagining the sex.

He also realized there didn't seem to be any Kleenex in the bedroom, so he grabbed the top garment from the laundry hamper to clean up. It turned out to be -- he only noticed after he'd started wiping himself off -- a fancy-looking satin-and-lace bra. He wondered if, in this reality, Sara wore that with nothing over it. He also wondered if she'd like it with his cum now staining it. Probably not.

But he had an idea. He picked up the phone again, and entered a new rule.

Male and female bodily fluids dry very quickly on any fabric and do not stain it.

He tapped to activate it, there was the flash he had become accustomed to, and the bra he held was now clean. As a bonus, he noticed, the bedsheets were also -- well, "clean" might not have been exactly the right word, but at least the stains that had dotted them were now gone.

The bathroom door opened, and Sara emerged with her torso wrapped in one towel and her hair wrapped in another. "All yours," she said to Josh as she went into the apartment's walk-in closet, where her clothes were.

Josh figured he needed a quick shower himself, but maybe he had another rule or two to change or write anew before he lost his train of thought.