Let Sabrina go for now

You give Sabrina a look over. She is dripping in coffee, completely nude and about ready to have a panic attack! You are still in the middle of your work day, so pushing her any further would probably break her or in the very least, get her caught.

“Nothing more for now,” you inform her, much to her relief. You hand her some napkins from your desk and she wipes herself down as fast and thoroughly as she can while keeping her eyes out for any coworker snooping in. She hears the rustle of one of the cubicles nearby and dives under your desk like a bunny escaping a predator. You slide your office chair over to cover her while pretending to read over some written documents. You glance over to see Eddie marching by. He’s gone before you can even look up. You glance back down at Sabrina and her face is pale with eyes the size of saucers. She is like a deer in headlights right now.

“Psst…” you whisper to her. “Maybe you should finish cleaning in the washroom?”

“Huh?” Sabrina says, coming out of her shock. She puts a hand on her chest and starts to breathe again. You offer her back her dress and she shakes herself back into reality. “Yeah… OK.” She pulls the dress over and tugs it down, then crawls out from under your desk. You help zip her dress closed while she’s on all fours. “Thanks,” she whispers, climbing up from the ground.

Your waste bin is full of tissue, making it appear like you’re either a messy eater or had an extremely runny nose today.

Sabrina peeks out from the side of your cubicle and checks both sides before she sneaks her way out and fast steps it to the ladies room. It would be nice to have a video to see her washing herself in the sink, but you had agreed to no videos. Sabrina did say still photos were acceptable though.

You give her a minute and shoot her a text to send a selfie. A minute later you get a reply: Sabrina in the mirror with a very sour face, still in her dress. You can see that she is damp from the droplets of water forming under the arm that is flipping you off. It would have been nicer if she got fully nude again to wash herself off, but you get the impression that Sabrina is not in the mood for another request. You respond with a smiley face and let it be. A few minutes later you can hear Sabrina trudging back to her cubicle.

The rest of the hour goes by like a blur, mostly because you ended up nodding off halfway through. You are jolted back awake by a jostle on your shoulder.

“John, you OK?”

You check the time. As is typical, her} is right on schedule with her reporting. You wonder if she’s dealing with the lack of sleep better than you. She did use up your cup of coffee an hour ago.

You have to think up a new task for her to do, but your brain is a slug right now. You look at your work. It hasn’t gained much traction either. You groan as this day is proving to be more and more unproductive.

“Uh… OK… you can hold a marker up your pussy for the next hour,” you instruct. You then remember she had done it before… only it was really Katherine that did it and you thought it was her… so maybe this was new to Sabrina?

“Excuse me?” Gemma replied.

You blink and focus on the woman in your cubicle. Her frame and height were the same but the platinum blonde, shorter hair gave it away. “Gemma?” you asked. “What are you doing here?”