Gets rid of the ice

Thinking quickly, Molly realizes that she can't just sit around waiting for the ice to melt. No matter what her coworkers say, she doubts that Gabrielle would accept the excuse. The intern turns around and bends her arms up just enough to turn on the tap. Warm water flows from the sink and she puts her encased wrists under the stream of water to help them along. She waits for the ice to melt, extremely self-conscious of her clamped nipples sticking out. Molly keeps a constant eye on the door just in case she needs to duck for cover, but it turns out to be unwarranted. After a couple of short minutes, the ice has melted enough that Molly can break it on the side of the sink.

Rubbing her wrists to bring some warmth back into them, she realizes that her clamps haven't thawed yet and reaches for those next. She starts by trying to slide them off, but it takes a bit more effort than expected and her nipples are painfully pulled as she slowly frees them. With the combined warmth from her fingers and breasts, the last of the ice melts enough for her to pull it away and she's free.

The blood flowing back to her nipples causes them to swell up and she inhales sharply. She cups her tits with her palms, using her hands to warm herself up. The shock of heat is enough to reignite the pleasurable feelings and Molly starts to gently caress herself in the bathroom. Her eyes close and she moans softly, losing herself to the sensations. Her mind wanders. What would Cold Snap have done if he hadn't been called away? What would she have let him done? Her knees quiver at the thought.

Molly's eyes snap open after a few enjoyable seconds and she sees her reflection molesting herself in the mirror. She blushes again and pulls her hands away suddenly. Part of her regrets it. The rest of her regains control over her impulses and tamps them down, fixing her clothing as best as she can. Her bra is tragically ruined, so that comes off completely, but her shirt gets buttoned back up. Molly's nipples are still prominently aroused and poking small tents in her white shirt, but it can't be helped. Tomorrow she'll have to remember to bring spare undergarments. Heck, probably a whole spare outfit. Confident she's as presentable as possible, Molly heads back down to the fifth floor.