Some raised eyebrows and one comment

Nicole tries to compose herself as the camera comes to life. Her boss, Don, was prompt about starting calls. He expected everyone to be a couple minutes early so they could get the idle chit chat out of their systems. He considered being late to a zoom call the same as walking into a meeting room late.

Sure enough, the meeting was already in process. And, as was typical, she watched as Stacy, the team's project manager, moved Nicole's portion up to the top of the agenda after Don's opening remarks. This was one of Don's rules. If you're late it must mean you're confident to report early. Nicole was not feeling prepared. She still had the taste of the stranger's cum on her tongue and her panties were distractingly soaked.

She used the precious moments she had while Don gave his opening remarks to adjust the slides on her screen. Working in her favor we're the amazing graphics her Discord group had made for this new campaign so she could focus on being a horny slut for them. She can't help but release a sigh. How was she going to explain the decline in her quality of work when she went back into the office? She'd barely done any of the work herself since she joined the nuclear option channel.

As Don finishes his comments Stacy chimes in. "Thanks Don, next on the agenda is the company's number one Cubs fan, Nicole."

Nicole's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Did Stacy really need to call attention to her hat? She was sure all of the faces in the boxes were making faces of judgment. She suddenly was sure she felt something wet on her chin. Did she miss some jizz? She nervously wipes but it's dry.

"Nicole?" Don says snapping her out of her frozen shame.

"Oh, um, yes, sorry. Let me share my screen..."

Nicole manages to make it through her presentation. As was always the case when she presented work created by her Discord group the content was widely praised. Yeah, she was fucked if she lost her group.

Her portion finished, Nicole sits for the remaining 40 minutes trying her best to listen to the rest of her teams updates. She can't help but gently clench her thighs together as she does. Spurring her arousal from the consensual home invasion to continue. She knows better than to use her hands ever since that one time she got carried away, forgot herself, and had to lie that she was shooing her cat away from under her desk. She didn't own a cat.