Linda needs to go

Rebecca smirked, her fingers lingering on the doorknob as she turned back toward them. "Though I doubt either of you have the nerve for a rematch." She let the words hang in the air, watching their reactions—Linda’s sharp inhale, Polly’s bitten lip. "But if you really want to try winning your dignity back..." Her painted nails tapped against the doorframe. "Eighteenth floor. Copy room. One hour."

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Linda and Polly in suffocating silence. Polly’s thighs pressed together, the cool office air teasing her bare skin beneath the too-short blazer.

Linda exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the edge of her skirt as she **** herself to straighten. "I—I have to go," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "Carl's waiting in the meeting room for the big presentation."

Polly nodded, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. "Of course," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She **** herself to turn away from Linda, knowing that every step would be agonizingly slow.

Linda’s pumps clicked against the linoleum as she hurried away, her navy blazer flaring just enough to betray the absence of anything beneath. The air conditioning bit at the backs of her thighs as she turned the corner, leaving Polly alone in the breakroom.

Polly’s breath came too fast, her fingers twitching at the hem of her blazer—useless against the draft sneaking up between her legs. She took one step toward the door, then froze at the sound of voices in the hallway.

Polly’s breath hitched as the voices grew louder—Carl’s gruff laugh, the squeak of a janitor’s cart wheels. She pressed herself against the breakroom wall, the cold plaster biting through her blazer as she willed herself to move. One trembling step forward. Then another. The hem of her blazer rode up with each movement, exposing the curve of her bare ass—the humiliating "Spank Me!" still visible in Rebecca’s looping script.

Her toes curled inside her closed-toe heels as she reached the doorway, the open floor of the office stretching beyond like a minefield.