More than two minutes

Nicole's two minutes of shut-eye became a deep, relaxing nap. She was only awakened from it thanks to the horrifyingly familiar sound of her video call alert. Nicole looked at the clock on the floor and it read 8:11 a.m. She'd slept through her morning stand-up. "Fuck, fuck fuck," she mutters as she grabs the closest t-shirt and pulls it over her head. The call is from Don, her boss. "Oh god, I'm a mess," she says not realizing the t-shirt she slipped on was the one her group sent her of the horny Discord icon.

Nicole had a few rules for herself when she had calls with Don. 1) Always look work-appropriate 2) Never bottomless 3) Never with a sex toy inserted. She'd probably need to add 4) and not with a stranger's cum leaking from her and pooling on her chair. She saw herself in the preview and groaned. She was an absolute mess. She looked both like she'd just woken up and was freshly fucked. She quickly violates company policy and turns off her camera. Maybe he wouldn't care.

As soon as Don's face comes on the screen Nicole is apologetic. "Don, I'm so sorry I missed the standup-

"Nicole, you know how much I hate speaking to a faceless screen."

"I-I know, but you see-"

"Camera on. Please. It's both team and company policy."

Fuck. She thinks. Don was much more militant about camera usage than other managers. She turns her camera on and scrunches up her face. "Like I was saying, I'm real sorry, but I couldn't sleep last night and woke up feeling sick so I tried to get more sleep and overslept."

"Goodness, Nicole, you are a mess. Why didn't you text earlier if you woke up sick?"

"Like I said, I woke up feeling sick and thought if I slept a little bit more I'd feel better. But I slept through the standup."

Don is silent and staring at the screen. He leans in as if analyzing her image. That's when she notices the shirt. Oh god, he's a boomer so maybe he won't recognize it as an Ahegao face. He might think it's a drooling cartoon dog or something.

"Hmm..." he says. And that's when she realizes the second problem. She forgot to put up her background so he can possibly see the messy bed behind her with the bin of sex toys on it. And, if he looks hard enough, the bottle of lube on the nightstand. She can feel herself blushing as she tries to casually turn on the background blur. She then adjusts herself in her chair and tries to tug her shirt down so the logo only partially shows. She doesn't notice that doing so stretches the shirt tightly over her breasts so her puffy, erect nipples are more accentuated. It isn't clear if Don notices either as he leans back in his seat.

"And you're feeling better now?" He asks, "are you planning to work today or do you need to take some sick time?"