She caught it

After she's given you back your "weird wank ball" and left, you double check the locks. They seem fine, and you're certain you locked them when you came in here this morning. She probably has the same keys as the janitor, and you were too caught up with Mrs Daniels and Cassie to notice the door being unlocked. Damn. You'll have to install a padlock here, or a door bolt.

You head on back to your chair and slump down. That could have gone really bad. You'll need to be more careful in the future. Luckily, it seems Bridget just wants a payout and then leave. It's an interesting plan she had... getting one of the executives (or higher) to do something to her that they wouldn't want to get out. Really risky, but she was up for it. And it had to be public, but probably not so public that it would screw the company no matter who they paid off. Tricky. She told you to contact her when you were ready and tell her where to go. You have some ideas, but you'll need someone to help you test something first... You pick up the QEBP and focus.

At first, all you notice is frosted glass and steam. The sound of running water is next. You look around, and see the biggest private bathroom you've ever been in. The floor and counters are black marble, and the fixtures are polished brass. The sink is some kind of impractical indentation in the marble, and is topped by the biggest mirror you've ever seen. The shower cabin is bigger than your whole bathroom at home, and is surrounded on all sides by frosted glass. Two dark shapes are lightly pressed against it, which you are intimately familiar with. Viv sure lives fancy.

You transition your perspective to the inside of the cabin. It's mostly bare, with white porcelain floor and a ceiling-mounted shower head. Water softly flows over Viveca Holdenbuch's magnificent body. Her arms are up, elbows out, both hands massaging a lather into her scalp. Your vision traces from her shoulders, down the defined outline of her pectoral that connects and lifts her perfect breasts. They jiggle slightly with her arms' movements, your mind's eyes fixated on her dark nipples, your lips and tongue remembering their shape and texture.

Moving further down, her stomach funnels into her mons pubis. She's shaved since last you visited. Her vulva looks different too. You've only seen it red, swollen, aroused, glistening. Now it's smaller, only a hint of the inner labia visible, and smoothly transitions into the fold of her thick thighs.

She's leaning against the glass, her buttocks visible behind her hips and spread slightly to either side. Looking back up, you see her head tilted up towards the stream of water, eyes closed and mouth half open. The water runs over her full lips and into her mouth, overflowing. She looks like a goddess. And she's all yours.