To Work

*Dwing* She jumped at the sound of her phone, part of her was sure it was Hubert. But when she looked at the message it was Alicia. [Are you coming in today?]

Lindsey wiped her eyes, [Sorry, I’m on my way.] She realized her phone was working again. Was Hubert done with her? Now that her marriage was ruined.

On her drive to the office, she saw her favorite coffee shop, Cool Beans! and decided to stop for a pick-me-up. She handed her card to the young barista, who handed it back and said, “It’s been denied.” She tried another card, “Denied.” The third, “Denied.”

Lindsey dug in her purse found a five and dug the remaining change out of her junk pit. Did Nate lock her card? No, the first two he could but her emergency card was only in her name. It had to be Hubert, some how he was able to lock her cards through his hacking.

Yet another thing for her to figure out, but for now she was already late for work. The last thing she needed on her plate was being fired as well.

She pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside. The way Jacob stared as she passed by the break area made Lindsey wish she had a new shirt. She made a note to herself to start keeping an extra shirt in her desk.

She sat at her desk, keeping her head down. Only a couple hours before she could break for lunch.

Jacob’s sleazy face peaked over her cubicle wall. “Loving the new look, very *Very Bad Girl.* All you need is the skirt.” Lindsey shuddered at the thought, the music video involved the band Katropolis dressed like Catholic school girls, their white blouses tied up like Lindsey’s current shirt and the skirts were closer to belts to reveal the words BAD GIRL on their underwear.

“I’m busy Jacob,” Lindsey said trying to ignore the pervert glancing into her cubicle.

Jacob paused staring at Lindsey’s cleavage before finally disappearing over the cubicle wall again. As time dragged on, it came to the point where she desperately needed to use the restroom. She wiggled in her seat, knowing she would obviously need to pee before the day was over. That she would need to leave the relative privacy of her cubicle and that her coworkers would see her current state of dress.

She couldn’t wait any longer, wrapping her arms around her exposed midriff. She caught several of her coworkers staring, others leering or blushing, she was pretty sure she caught Yasmin snapping a picture.

She rushed into the women’s room, Alicia was washing her hands at the sink. “Lindsey, I need to talk to you,” she said, pulling paper towels from the dispenser.

Lindsey stopped, trying not to pee her pants. “About?”

“Your outfit isn’t exactly office appropriate,” Alicia said, gesturing to Lindsey’s top.

Lindsey squirmed, “Sorry,” her mind raced for a reasonable excuse, “My shirt got caught in my car door. It ripped the buttons, I didn’t have time to,” she groaned holding her bladder, “to um find a new shirt.”

Alicia threw the used towels into the trash. “Don’t let it happen again. This is a professional setting, not some porno.” She walked by placing a hand on Lindsey’s shoulder, “I have an extra shirt in my office, come get it when you’re done in here.”

“Thank you,” she said and raced to a stall as Alicia left the restroom. She quickly relieved herself and washed her hands.

As soon as she stepped back into the office, her phone pinged. She checked, her lock screen now sporting an old photo from years ago, Nate’s cock squeezed between Lindsey’s breasts. She ignored the erotic wallpaper and checked the message. It was from Jacob.

[On my way.]

On his way? What was he talking about? She looked through the last few messages. Her stomach dropped at the sight of her topless in the office bathroom. The same photo she accidentally sent Hubert that started all this mess. Texts sent from her to Jacob, or rather from Hubert to Jacob, [Meet me in the janitor’s closet.][I want to apologize for always being a tease.] Another photo, faked, of Lindsey on Alicia’s desk pleasuring herself with, she couldn’t make it out before her attention was pulled away.

“I knew you were a dirty slut,” he whispered in her ear while slapping her ass. He grabbed her arm, guiding her to the nearby janitor’s closet.

“Jacob,” Lindsey tried to speak up, but Jacob interrupted her, “Shhh, we don’t want anyone to see us.” He pulled them into the closet, immediately turning on her. She was wedged between him and the door as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She heard the lock click into place before Jacob ran his hand over her exposed midriff.

It’s not until Jacob’s hand was on her boob that she broke out of the stupor. She pushed him back. Jacob chuckled, “God, they’re glorious.” Lindsey followed his gaze down to where her shirt had come untied, her bra the only thing between her chest and Jacob’s gaze. Jacob started undoing his belt.

Lindsey was about to tell him to stop when she realized that she didn’t know what all Hubert had sent Jacob. The real photos wouldn’t be a problem, but the picture of her in Alicia’s office was proof that not all the photos were real. That photo alone would probably get her fired if Jacob decided to tell Alicia.