To the daycare

Lauren was pulled through the office while tugging down on her dress, trying desperately to hide her ruffled panties from her coworkers. Jennifer tugged her to an area of the office Lauren had never been too: the office daycare. Lauren had actually petitioned for it to be cut from the budget. Employees should find their own childcare! Unfortunately the bleed heart (compared to Lauren) higher ups had kept it.

They entered into the daycare. It was a room that had been repainted with bright walls lined with cartoon animals. There were toys, changing stations, baby swings and even a crib. There seated on the floor was Monica, the woman who ran the daycare. She was the only person in the office who was Lauren's age. A 20 year old blonde with a sweet face and a bombshell body, though she was dressed in a white dress with a pink apron that made Lauren roll her eyes.

"Hey Monica, how's it going?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh fine, no kid's today so it's just me." Monica replied.

"Well, I've got someone for you to watch." Jennifer ushered Lauren forward. Lauren felt a growing fear. Would Monica recognize her? True, they hadn't interacted much, but Lauren knew Monica would resent her for trying to get her fired. Lauren prayed Monica would not recognize her...