Have Sabrina do one hour check-ins

“John. Wake up!”

You startle out of your stupor, nearly wiping your keyboard off your desk. Sabrina is standing behind you. You check the time. 2:00 pm. You remember instructing her to come into your cubicle every hour for a task. This was her first check-in.

You must have drifted off after trying to file a report because your screen is filled with jumbled letters. You rub your eyes and spin your chair around to face Sabrina. You recall coming into work after your breakfast with Sabrina. She had to go home and change and so did you, so you arrived separately. You instructed her to wear a dress today and this is the first time you got to see her in it.

“You really are out of it,” Sabrina tells you. She hands over a cup of coffee for you. “Hopefully this will help.”

“I’m buzzed out on caffeine already,” you tell her, taking the cup anyways. “I’m going to need something stronger to keep me going…” You look over your coworker. She is in a slim, sleeveless black dress that covers her from the neck down to her mid thigh. The fabric looks thick and not very flexible. It also doesn’t look like it was designed for a hot summer day in mind.

“You look comfortable…” you say facetiously.

Sabrina’s face sours, visibly uncomfortable in the outfit. “This was the only dress I could find that seemed work appropriate,” she explains, tugging on the bottom to adjust it.

“And underneath?” you ask.

Sabrina sighs and tells you in a hushed tone, “Nothing.”

You raise your eyebrow and gesture your finger for her to lift her skirt to prove it. She lets out another sigh and looks around, then hikes up her skirt. The dress is so stiff that it exposes her entire lower section. You can see her rosy pink mound covered with the light tufts of her pubic hair. You circle your finger to get her to turn around. She spins for you until she is facing out of your cubicle. Her eyes dart side to side, vigilant for any of the other interns.

“That’s good,” you tell her and she drops her skirt back in place. “Has it been helping you keep alert?”

“I guess…” she admits, nervously. “I just wish I had something that would breathe a little more. I am sweating under here…”

Your eyes light up and she suddenly regrets revealing this information. “Let me see…” you tell her.

Sabrina pouts and makes a move to get away, but she knows she can’t. She has to do as you say or she has to make a sex video. She stomps her foot in frustration and peeks over to your neighbors. Either they’re too busy with work or they’re not in their cubicles because this gives Sabrina the courage to strip for you. She moves anxiously to the corner so she’s not out in the open for anyone to see, then she undoes the zipper behind her back. Looking around again nervously, she then leans forward and pulls the dress down.

You can already see a sheen of sweat on her body as she spills out of the tight dress. Her eyes are wide now and you can see her chest going up and down as her breathing becomes heavier. She drops her dress to the floor and raises her hands, looking at you frantically for approval.

“Geez, you ARE soaked in sweat,” you note. “I know what can help cool you off!”

She gives you a look like she can’t believe you are trying her patience, but you wait patiently for her to ask, “What?”

“How about pouring some water on your body?” you say, offering your bottled water.

She makes a face and replies, “But you drank out of that…”

You don’t really see the big deal about your spit being in the water considering the situation, but you take her note under advisement. You glance over at the coffee that she just gave you. You haven’t taken a sip from it yet. You hold it up and raise your eyebrow which makes her regret her comment about the water. You hold each beverage in your hand, debating which to give her.