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Victoria continued her painting warily. She spent any attention she could spare from her painting on being aware of her surroundings in case the sneaky person came back. This sense of paranoia only amplified the shock of having something vibrate directly on her clitoris. She screamed and leapt backwards, one hand shooting between her legs as if to defend herself from something. A few of her colleagues turned around with concern for her, but she tried to wave their attention away with her spare hand, explaining, "nothing to worry about, just pinched myself on the set Back to w-- aarh!!" It happened again, for a few seconds this time, making her stand on tiptoes and her voice crack momentarily.

She ran to the washroom as quickly as her legs would take her with one hand crushed against herself. She rushed into the cubicle and confirmed for herself that everything was normal, and nothing was there. This was good news to her in the sense that some animal hadn't snuck into her clothes, but bad news because she might be going crazy or have something medically wrong.

As she sat in a cubicle with her pants around her ankles and a sense of dread in her stomach, she wondered if it was that her pants were somehow transmitting the vibration of her phone in an unfortunate way, so she checked her phone. No notifications showed on the screen, but as soon as she unlocked it, she was greeted with the "OnlyCams at Work" website again. The first surprise was the message, "Congratulations! You have made $12!" Confusingly, the second surprise was that it said she was online.

Since she clearly hadn't dismissed it thoroughly the last time it popped up, she focused a bit more energy on making sure the website would go away. She was about to close the tab when a picture of a vibrator popped up on the screen just seconds before the buzzing between her legs started again. She tensed, making the toilet seat bang against the wall.

'How could it know?' She wondered to herself. She looked at the chat that was scrolling past the screen and, sure enough, she could see in bold the last three times she'd felt the phantom vibration. She gasped as she scrolled further and found the slaps too. 'How could it know? Unless.. no..' She didn't understand.

Messages scrolled by on her phone, mostly apparently about the viewers dissatisfaction that she was in the bathroom. A new message in bold popped up: "$10: no more breaks! 2hr"

She promptly pulled up her pants and rushed back to the scenery she was painting, still very very confused.