Time to meet the team

You take the elevator down to your floor, still thinking about the mess you found yourself in. You get off the elevator and walk through the open space to your "office" - a small, but private space - nodding and saying hi to your colleagues. "Okay, people, we have a job to do. Let's meet in five." You say before entering your office...

And then you notice it. On your well-organized desk sits an almost finished roll of toilet paper. On the first leaf you read "I know".

Your heart skipped a beat. There is only one thing it could be referring to - your toilet paper stuffed bra. You feel your face flush with embarrassment. Who knows about it? What should you do? Should you take the paper out? You don't really have time for that... You decide to go on as if nothing happened. You take a few deep breaths and walk out to face your team.

***

I feel a sudden wave of embarrassment flooding over my hostess - Minerva Rivers. What a name, by the way... And to whoever planted this "gift" I say: Well done! I couldn't have planned it better. Now, why don't I make her slightly aroused any time she's embarrassed? Some gentle suggestions and light, almost unnoticeable nipple stimulation should do the trick.

***

You stand in front of the team, looking at the faces of your colleagues and subordinates, knowing that one of them knows your embarrassing secret. Oh god... What if it's not just one person anymore? What if the word spread and now everyone knows? And why do you feel your nipples stiffen and your womanhood moisten?!

You shake your head and clear your throat, looking at your team again.

The closest to you sit Mark and Dave, graphic artists by trade, IT guys at heart, judging from their frequent use of gaming and hardware slang. Dave was perhaps better at his job, but also less socially awkward, so willingly or not he was the one to present their common position in the meetings.

Next to them sat Jasmine - a petite Asian girl, with dark hair, glasses and charming smile. She seems to be quite fit too. Her chest looked like a solid C-cup... though you just realize you never paid any attention to it before. Strange that you do now.

Irene and Pauline, who sat next, where as inseparable as Mark and Dave, but unlike them they were each other opposites. Irene was a stylish girl, always in a perfect business attire, flawless makeup and meticulously done hair. She dressed classy and appropriately, although very feminine at the same time, preferring skirts and dresses over pants and wearing heels almost every day. Her rack was probably sizeable (possibly D cups), but the way she dressed did not allow any certainty. Pauline, on the other hand, was an easy going girl, who might well be considered boyish, if it wasn't for her C cup breasts, often moving freely under her T-shirt. She usually wore jeans or pants, or even shorts, clearly enjoying showing off her slender legs. In spite of their differences, two girls found out they share a sense of humor and became close friends.

Finally, there was...

You blink. What's the name of this brown haired girl? You should know her, you worked with her before... But now it's blank. You look at the familiar face and see her winking and grinning. Oh god... it has to be her! You shiver and close your eyes for a second and open them again. The girl is still sitting there, behind everyone else, raising an eyebrow. You can't help but notice her huge rack - her breasts are easily DDs... EEs maybe even. And she seemingly always dressed in a manner that made it even more noticeable - deep v-necks showing off her cleavage, tight blouses wrapping her chest closely... You lick your lips, trying to focus and are about to start the meeting.