Go to June's office

You decide to pursue your earlier train of thought, and see what's up with June. You get to her office before encountering anyone else.

You knock on June's doorway as you enter. She looks up, and seems slightly distracted. "Oh, Nick," she says, in a business-like tone. "I wanted to tell you that this morning, seeing you and your massive erection got me very excited. My panties have been soaking ever since."

You clear your throat. "Uh, thanks June. I enjoy the thought of you getting wet for me. It makes me even harder having you say it out loud."

"So I can see," she says, looking to your crotch. "I'm practically wetting myself right now imagining it inside of me." June nods as though you had just greeted each other very sensibly, and looks at you a bit hesitantly. She stands up from behind her desk and approaches you extremely tentatively. "Um... what can I do for you, Nick?"

You remember your manners, and come up to her to cop a feel. She relaxes and smiles, but still looks to you nervously.

"Um," you start, "I wanted to ask you about this morning."

June stiffens slightly. "I thought you might. I hope that you can forgive me for getting a little carried away when you were fondling my tits. It wasn't very professional of me."

"Would you normally grind against a co-worker?"

"No," she says. "Look, Eric, I hope we can resolve this without getting management involved..." she seems worried.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not offended," you say. "I'm just very confused and more than a little frustrated, and I'm trying to get some answers."

June relaxes slightly, but is still wary. "Right. I'm sorry if it was a bit of a tease for you, Nick... did you want to ask me for something?" She fiddles with the top button of her blouse, unbuttoning it. She seems to be expecting you to ask something specific.

You have an inkling of what she's thinking, but you decide you want to understand what's going on more. "Would you normally grind against a coworker?"

June looks anxious. "No. Please, Nick --"

"No, please don't worry," you tell her. "I promise I'm not going to complain to management, or anyone else," you say in your best reassuring voice. "Just please tell me. Would you normally grind against *me*?"

"Not normally, no," she says uncertainly.

"Would you let me or anyone else grind against *you* at work?"

"I guess I'd let you. Not anyone else though," she says. She's relaxing, getting into the question-and-answer pattern.

"Why me?" you ask.

She seems non-plussed. "What do you mean? Why *wouldn't* I let you grind against me?" she says. "I don't understand."

You have no idea what the confusion is. "Look, is there anything you *wouldn't* let me do to you?"

She looks very confused. "What do you mean?"

"Look, do you have a husband or anything?"

"No, I'm single. Not that it's really your business," she says.

"Right. So, would you have sex with me?"

"Are you asking me to right now?" she asks. She's fiddling with the next button on her blouse. One minute she's defensive, and the next she's flirting with you!

"No, I mean in general," you say, a bit frustrated.

"Well, I certainly think about it a lot. It's difficult to stop thinking about your manhood plowing into me right now. But I'd only want to have sex with you if you asked nicely."

"*Why* would you have sex with me?" you demand.

"Because it's only polite, after talking to you about me *imagining your manhood plowing into me*," she says. She's starting to get defensive again.

"But only because it's polite?" you say.

"Well, I'd probably enjoy it a lot," she admits. "But unless we were dating and you showed me you were a gentleman, I don't think I'd be very interested in actually having sex with you. Nothing personal."

"This is very confusing," you complain.

"It seems perfectly reasonable to me," she says. "Look, Nick, is there anything else you wanted to say about this morning? Or about me telling you how I fantasize about having you inside me?"

"Please bear with me," you say. You look to the blouse button she's fiddling with. "Look," you say, reaching for her blouse button.

"What are you doing?" she asks, curious.

"Just unbuttoning your blouse," you tell her, undoing her buttons one at a time.

"What do you mean," she says, looking at you with a puzzled expression. She stands patiently as you undo her blouse and open it, revealing her cleavage.

"See?" you tell her.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at," she says.

You frown at her. You reach around her back, and undo her bra, fumbling a bit. She stands without reacting, letting you unclasp her bra, which sags away from her breasts. She only looks at you, slightly puzzled.

You realise that her arms are still in her straps, so you pull the cups of her bra over her head so that they are behind her back. Now her breasts are basically exposed through her open blouse. "You don't see anything wrong with what I'm doing right now?"

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say," says June.

"Your tits are showing!" you tell her.

"I'm not sure that's very important right now," June says very patiently. "What's the matter, Nick?"