Get Breakfast

I started to get breakfast.

There were two places in the breakroom to get food. One was from the tables, where we would be treated like gunnie pigs. Companies will sometimes have us do serves and test out potential new snacks or dishes they could sell. Sometimes it was disgusting, sometimes delicious, and always free. That's where I would usually go to for a meal.

Today though, I went to the vending machines. They were full of snacks from various brands that we work with. Some released snacks, some that weren't out to the public. This was yet another test we were doing for them. They have a built in program monitoring our finger prints and seeing how many times we order certain snacks and use it as a popularity contest to see which ones sell the best. Sometimes we'd get emails asking why we choose certain ones. We could also choose to downvote an product using an online survey only allowed to us. If we did, the product would be replaced by something else.

As I stepped over there, I choose a 'Nuka-Drink'. It was supposed to be an energy drink that would feel like a firecracker went off in your mouth as you feel a bunch of tiny explosions. I never tried it with the sugar being so high, but it looked like it had the longest description in the machine which was perfect for what I wanted to do. I put in the cash, the letter and number, and waited for that thud as the bottle fell towards the ground.

Immediately, I bent down and took it out of the container, but I didn't stand back up. I stayed bent over at the waist, feeling the eyes of everyone on me. Even a bit of leaning, would've showed off my thong, being bent over like this though? Every inch of my thong is visible for them to see. All, while I pretend to read the insane description on the bottle. Whoever made it was definitely going to get fired. It felt like they were trying to write a book on a single piece of paper. They probably just wrote a bunch in hopes that no one would read the dozens of warnings on the label.

At the moment, I didn't care about any of that. Just the stares I was getting. There was someone at the table closest to me and I couldn't help, but wonder how much he could actually see through the thong. It's not completely see thru, but it's enough that someone close enough could notice my pussy or butt crack underneath the thin cloth.

Could he see it? The coworkers further back wouldn't be able to...But he might.

The thought excited me and feed into that all too addicting rush. I still had more planned and yet, I wanted to masturbate already. I couldn't do that here, but I could in the bathroom. It'd be a quick walk there and back afterwards...But I could barely move my legs. The stares were too much. I didn't want it to end for even a second.

Instead of leaving, I: