Reawaken her slutty side (switch to Nathalie POV)

The clock ticks slowly. Today is going impossibly slow. You do your normal intern bullshit, make some copies, get people coffee, run a few reports, get the mail, sort it, blah blah blah. You wish this day was already over.

Especially after the weird day you had yesterday. You've been trying to avoid Ms. Erin all day. Her pulling you into the copy room and making out with you and feeling you up was nice, as nice as it had ever been with another woman. And maybe, unlike all the other times experimenting with girls, you'd have come to climax. But you couldn't stick around and find out.

That part of your life is over. You've already been kicked out of high school, and two colleges, and five jobs, all for fucking the wrong person. This time you have to play the good girl.

So you have to take an anxious breath when you hear that Ms. Erin wants to meet you in the copy room again. It can't be more of the same, can it? You wonder.

And then there's the tiny, tiny part of you that is excited. It's why you spent an extra five minutes doing your makeup and making sure your dark curly hair was perfect this morning. Why had you done that? Because your subconscious cannot be denied.

Either way, Ms. Erin is your superior, so you have to meet her.

And you just don't know what you want to happen. Maybe, she just wants to make some copies. Maybe it'll all be okay.

You walk into the copy room and there's Ms. Erin, looking gorgeous, long straight brown hair, lots of cleavage, especially for a woman with, what? no bigger than b-cups? Push up bra? Did she do it for you?

She doesn't say anything. She just smiles. She smiles and she closes the door behind you.

Shit. Something is about to happy. You take a breath. You want it. You think you do. You just don't want to be fired for it... again.

And Ms. Erin leans in at you. For a kiss? Should you kiss her? You hesitate.

And instead you get a face filled with spit. Not a wad, but a spray all over your beautiful, dark complexion. In your eyes, in your hair, in your mouth.

And wait.... it's not spit. You suddenly realize. You know that taste. It's cum.

Ms. Erin has just spit cum all over you. And impossible number of questions run through your mind. Why did she do that? Where did she get all that cum? What must I look like? And most of all: How can I resist this?"

Indeed your mind flashes back to all the times you were covered in come. How many were there? Hundreds? Your cunt itches. It impossibly itches. Suddenly you need it scratched. Suddenly you need to become a slut again. You can't resist. You can't deny your nature. Ms. Erin is just standing there smiling.

Why won't she do anything? Why won't she lick you, or fist you, or something? What a bitch. You need it. You've never needed anything as badly.

And then she reaches into her bag, and pulls out a dildo. A huge dildo. A 12 inch dildo. Your pussy drips with excitement. It's over for you. You never had a chance.

"You have two options." Ms. Erin whispers intensely. "Do you understand, you little cum toilet?"

You nod. Your whole body is filled with lightning. Options. Two. What?

"You can stay here with me... with this. Or you can go deliver the mail, looking exactly as you do."

What kind of options are those? Of course you want Ms. Erin to fuck you right now with that thing. Why would you choose the other?

Because you're a slut, that's why. And maybe it's time the whole office knew it. Maybe it's time to stop pretending.