Not even close.

"Hope that all went well, think you earned a little rest period!" Emma's wicked grin had returned, the brunette seemingly having regained some of her confidence that had been shaken earlier. Diane stood up straight again, her hands once again returning to cover her overheated body, trying not to groan at the particular placements of her arms against her rock hard nipples and dripping pussy. Diane's legs were still shaking from her time on the call, something Emma seemed to take notice of.

"If you think you can avoid leaking all over our office equipment, I think you can have a seat." Diane almost let out a sigh of relief, before she remembered that there was always a catch with Emma. The brunette having seemingly taken notice of Diane's hesitance, looked over towards the photocopier, sitting against the wall between the two banks of desks. "You can sit on top of that for now."

"That's... hardly proper use of that office equipment..." Diane quipped, her breath still uneven as she felt her cheeks blush for the thousandth time today, imagining herself sitting on top of it, her bare ass and pussy pressed against the glass bottom.

"Actually Diane, with your tendency to... uh... leak? That's the most waterproof piece of equipment in the office... or at least the easiest to clean..." Helen spoke up once again from her desk near Diane's. Despite the odd look here and there, which she would have done any other day anyway, Helen really hadn't taken much notice of Diane's current state. Something that at the moment, Diane wasn't sure if she was thankful for or not...

"Emma..."

"Diane?"

The raven haired goth opened her mouth and closed it a few times, trying to think of ways to argue with the shorter brunette that wouldn't end with threats of her being fired. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind for the goth, her still flaring arousal distracting her from any reasonable sort of argument.

Bare feet shuffling along the carpet, the naked goth girl made her way towards the photocopier, arms still in place covering her privates, feeling her arousal spiking at the two sets of eyes looking at her. Still on her weak legs, Diane was thankful to at least be sitting down for a while, no matter where that was.

Reaching the copier, Diane hesitated for a moment, before climbing on top, shifting slightly before sitting her bare ass down, her legs hanging over the side, the cold of the glass making her moan. Emma seemed to smirk a little, as both of Diane's hands came to cover her large bust.

"No, you just sit there, that's an order!" Emma stated, in one swift motion pressing a button on the machine before turning back to return to her desk.

Diane's eyes went wide, hearing the photocopier powering up, and beneath her, the machine starting to vibrate. Diane's eyes went wide, feeling her already throbbing pussy be assaulted with the vibrations coming from the machine. Diane made to try to get off the machine, before hearing Emma's voice once again from her desk.

"Diane, I am ordering you not to get off!"

Finally letting a moan out, Diane felt she had **** but to sit there, as the machine continued to vibrate beneath her. Every time she looked down past her dark bush, she saw the lights of the machine scanning her lower body, and felt another spike of arousal directly on her clit. Before long, Diane realised what was about to happen. She was about to have an orgasm sitting on the photocopier. In the middle of her office, in front of her co-workers!

"Uhh... Emma?" Diane said, voice shaking as the vibrations continued to **** her. She was shamefully close to cumming, she needed to get off the copier now!

"I don't wanna hear it Diane!"

"But Emma I'm ooooohhHHHHH GOD" Diane's entire body spasmed as she felt her pussy erupt, her entire body overtaken by a massive orgasm. The goth moaned and moaned, her hands going from covering her large breasts to fondling them, amplifying her pleasure. Diane looked to her sid, seeing the pages being printed into the tray from the photocopier. Copy upon copy of her ass and leaking, contracting pussy, only serving to heighten the euphoria the raven haired girl was feeling.

With aftershocks still wracking her, the goth girl finally stopped moaning, taking a deep breath as her orgasm subsided, before looking around at her two co-workers who had just watched her shameful display, eyes wide at her. Diane went pale, as Helen and Emma seemed to look at each other for a moment as if to confirm that they had both just witnessed the same thing. The copier stopped printing, followed by a few seconds of the loudest silence Diane had ever heard, before finally Emma spoke up.

"Did... did you just cum on the photocopier?!"

"You ordered me not to get off!" Diane yelled in her own defence, redness returning to her cheeks at once.

"Uh Diane... I don't think you followed that order..." Helen added, before turning back to her computer screen.