She's distracted and conflicted

At least, Nicole tries to focus on her work. It proves difficult. Her head is a whirlwind of questions and thoughts about her own identity. The man was so damn rude and she really didn't want the things she said to get under her skin. However, they were burrowing deep. Did having a free-use fantasy mean she wasn't the liberated, ethical slut she always imagined herself to be? No, it was fine. Completely. Her free-use fantasy was open to everyone regardless of gender identity. She was simply very submissive. In her fantasy, even women could use her if they asked. It was fine. The misogynist pig didn't know her at all. It was nothing more than a kinky fantasy and he was a tool to achieve that fantasy. If he wanted to imagine he was more than that, whatever.

As Nicole works through it in her mind her fingers find their way between her legs. "If he needs his fantasy of domesticating me," she whispers, "fine. Whatever." She releases a little moan. "That's just his thing." Two fingers on her clit. Massaging. "As long as it makes him," grunting and squirming in her chair "h-happy to know I'm..ohfuck...available." Sliding off the chair onto the floor. Bending over and writhing. "Available to...mmphhh...use any way he wants....even if I....ohgod....even if I d-don't like it." Panting and gasping. Images of the man behind her, taking her, in her mind. "Because my....choice doesn't matter....only his p-pleasure and happiness. FUCK!" She yells and stops mastubating. She slaps the floor in frustration.

The frustration is a double-edged blade. On one side is her need to orgasm, which she isn't allowed to do without him. And Nicole, a good rule follower even when it's absurd and no one could possibly know if she breaks them, is committed to the rules. The other side is where the fantasy was heading. Her fantasy was starting to merge with his fantasy. She could hear the whispers in the back of her head "make me a good wifey" and it made her blood boil. "I don't want that. I do not want that," she declares to the empty room reassuring absolutely no one.

Nicole looks up from the floor at the kitchen table with the work laptop on it. She isn't getting any work done today. Her brain is fogged with endorphins. She needed to talk to someone.