No, she does not.

You head into work the next day with a pep in your step, excited to confirm that the mysterious and sexy OnlyFans girl is your very own coworker, Sabrina. You greet the regular employees at the firm with a big smile and a fresh tray of coffee from the local coffee shop.

“You’re in a good mood today,” notes Stephanie, the receptionist, as she takes her coffee from you. “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, nothing, just happy to be working at such a great firm,” you tell her.

“Well, keep up that attitude and you might be asked back in a paid position,” she hints as she takes a sip of her morning perk-up.

You take the rest of your drinks over to the meeting room where you are having a morning briefing with your fellow interns. Bringing in the beverages makes you the man of the hour as everyone thanks you for your generosity. You take their gratitude in stride while your focus remains on Sabrina who gets out of her seat to pick up one of the coffees.

“Thanks, big spender!” she grins at you. You smile back, mesmerized by her genial smile and bright green eyes. When she turns to return to her seat, you take a quick glance at her bottoms. To your dismay, she is wearing tan business slacks. Nary a polkadot in sight! You slump down in your chair, disappointed.

“Oh! Free coffee? Don’t mind if I do!” Gemma says in her Australian accent. You turn to see the platinum blonde enter the meeting room. She was an international hire that you have had even less contact with. From what you’ve seen, she appears to be outspoken and jovial and always wears appealing outfits to show off her fit form. She hovers over you to grab a cup. “This place really pampers us, huh?” she asks you.

“Actually… I bought the coffee…” you inform her, leaning to the side so that you don’t get sideswiped by her curvy ass.

“Oh, well thanks, John! Mighty good o’ ya!” Gemma says, raising her cup in toast before taking a sip. She leans up against the table, giving you a good view of her skirt. On close inspection you notice that it is dark blue with a slightly lighter blue dotted pattern. Could that count as polkadots? You stare hard at the intern’s contours to determine whether or not she is wearing panties. “Oops, did I spill some?” Gemma asks, noticing your staring. She brushes her skirt instinctively.

“Uh… no, I was just…”

“Good morning everyone!” Mr. Furman, your supervisor says, stepping into the room. You’re thankful for the interruption as Gemma finds a seat. Mr. Furman pauses and looks at the tray of drinks. “Who brought in the refreshments?” he asks. The others look in your direction and he tells you, “A kind gesture, John. I’m sure your colleagues appreciate it very much.” He already has his own fresh brewed coffee in hand, not being the type to go out for store bought. He places his tablet on the table and links to the room’s media display. Your names are projected on the screen next to assignments. “It’ll be a short meeting this morning as you all have your assignments already. Just one new thing to bring to the table; we’ve picked up a new client and will need to digitize their files. This needs to be done for tomorrow so I need people on it right away.” Furman looks over to you and says, “John, since you are such a go-getter today, why don’t you head up this project? You can pick someone to work with you on it. Your other assignments can wait a day.”

“Yes sir,” you say, feeling your act of kindness biting you in the ass.