No, but for once it is not immediately bad news (girlfriend route)

You have just finished peeing and start to wipe yourself wishing for a large bowl to fill with cold water when the door opens again. Footsteps pass all the obviously empty stalls and the person knocks gently on the door of yours. "Jen, you in there?" Diana's voice asks. You breath out with relief. "Yes, almost done." you respond softly, flush and get up, trying not to vocalise the pain of movement. Diana pulls you into a hug the moment you open the door. "You poor thing!!" she fusses. "What got into you, you haven't been spanked in months and now two in a row?! And Simon will still want to meet you, won't he?"

"He will." you admit, but you cannot even begin to explain to your friend what kind of a day you are having. "Don't worry, though, I'll be fine." Diana squints at you for a moment, as if she can feel you are hiding something, but the feeling passes in an instant. "I've got something for your ass." she says, fishing a tube of skin cream out of her own handbag. "Um, thanks..." you say sincerely, if slightly awkwardly, reaching for it. "Oh, don't be silly." Diana waves your hand away. "Turn around and stick that ass out." She sits down on the stool next to the washbasins and motions you to turn. You were close friends before but not that close and the Rulebook is silent on whether it is common for ladies to massage one another's bottoms post-spanking. Diana seems very confident, though, and the temptation is too hard to resist so you do turn and shamelessly offer her your cheeks.

"We won't be caught, will we?" you ask, nodding at the sign warning of HR staff. "So what if we are, we're not doing anything wrong." There is not a trace of doubt in Diana's voice as she squeezes some cream onto her palm. "We're allowed to use hand cream, you know, and our asses at times need it far more." You cannot argue with this logic and you cannot subdue a moan of relief and soft cream-covered hands gently touch your fantasies-go-wrong marks. Diana clearly has done this before; her hands are gentle and soothing and you all but melt under her touch. Diana chuckles softly as you shiver when the tips of her fingers go where Dave's went earlier and instead of withdrawing gently runs them along the edge of your lips. You moan softly, only now realising how sensitive the day's trials have made you, how little would be enough to get you going. Any pretense of this being just a post-spanking rub forgotten, you plant your feet wider and stick your bottom out further, inviting your friend to carry on if she so chooses.

She does. She spreads more cream onto her hands, taking a moment to enjoy the view as well, no doubt, and starts massaging you again. This time her fingers make it to the middle much faster. Through the fog that is building up in your mind you vaguely wonder if you two would still get away with this if someone was to walk in on you and you find you do not care that much. It is just too good. Your legs start to shake from the tension both on them and inside you. To hell with being careful, you finally decide. If you get in real trouble, you can remove the rules and magic yourself some clothes. Or make yourself invisible. Or whatever else works.

You lower yourself onto your knees and bend at the waist, lowering your breasts to and pressing your cheek on the cold but sparkling clean for a public bathroom floor. Diana wordlessly slides onto the floor with you, behind and to the side. One of her hands is busy full on finger-fucking you while the other explores your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples. You lose all sense of caution and time, only knowing somewhere in the back of your mind not to scream your lungs out as you want to. The sweet longing has been building up ever since you started to imagine the Rulebook potential and now Diana's skills are releasing it. You go over the edge before you know it, your muscles convulsing and tightly gripping your friend's fingers. An uncontrollable moan escapes your lips and a few moments later whatever body parts you were using to keep yourself up collapse too and you sink down, with Diana's hands under your breasts and tummy. She holds you as you lay helplessly in front of her, an irregular post-orgasm shudder still shaking your body.

Eventually you gather enough strength to lift your head and give Diana a weak smile. "Thank you..." you say. "Let's do it again some time." Diana suggests mischievously. "And somewhere where we will have all the time we need too." You cannot agree more. "Come to mine tonight?" you suggest directly. "If nobody else takes the strap to me today, I'll do more than stick my butt out and let you do all the work." Diana's smile is beautiful. "I thought you'd never ask."