Make another request.

You consider barging into the office and confronting Sabrina, then it occurs to you that catching her in the act would be even more incriminating. That law school tuition is already paying off for you.

You send a reply to Kat18’s message:

These are great! I would love to get a video with you inserting something from the office into your pussy! How deep can you get a marker in there?

It only takes a few seconds for her response.

Sure! That’ll be another $20.

Judging by the speed of the response, she must still be in the office and ready to shoot. You send the tip and put away your phone.

“I need to head to the restroom real quick,” you inform Gemma, peeling off from your trip back to the utility room. Gemma doesn’t question your exit, so you head toward the bathroom to keep your alibi going, ready to detour over to the intern office when you’re out of Gemma’s sight.

As you are about to change direction, you spot someone coming out of the ladies room wearing a black and yellow polkadot dress. “

Oh!” you yelp in surprise. The lady turns around and your eyes widen even more as you recognize Sabrina! The image on your phone is suddenly completed in your mind as Sabrina’s beautiful face fills in the cropped out head.

“Sabrina!” you say in your ‘Aha!’ moment.

“Hey…” she replies, jumping back at your exclamation and backing off a step.

“You changed outfits…” you point out, looking over her frilled skirt with spaghetti strapped top. It is a perfect summer dress for its airy lightness, but not really office attire.

“Yeah… I uh… was meeting someone and didn’t want to look all stuffy work-like…” she explains with an awkward laugh.

“Ah… I guess you took me by surprise. I’m used to seeing you in business outfits…” Even in school, Sabrina would dress prim and proper, with modest blouses and at least knee length skirts. “You do look nice.” you tell her.

“Thanks,” she smiles and nods.

You stare at each other for a pregnant pause. Now wouldn’t be a good time to accuse her of running an OnlyFans account, so you try to think of something else to talk about.

“Yeah… well, I’m kind of late for that meetup, so… I gotta go…” Sabrina says, breaking off your train of thought and backing away.

“Alright, see you later then,” you say, realizing that drawing out a conversation won’t really get you anywhere. You wave her off. She smiles and waves back, before turning around and scurrying over to the intern office. She is acting very oddly, but one would act oddly when trying to hide the fact that you’re about to perform a naughty show in your place of work. Speaking of which; Now you are able to get a front row seat to the live performance!

Of course, you give it a minute before discreetly following her trail. Stealthily, you sidle your way up to Sabrina’s cubicle and peek around the corner. You see her on her desk, peeking over her cubicle walls, revealing her pantyless bottoms in all her glory. It looks even more soft and pink in person.

You want to jump out and shout, “Gotcha!” at the fellow intern, but remember that she doesn’t know you’re “YourOnlyFan” from her OnlyFans account. Also, it’d be interesting to see where she goes without interruption.