Very obvious arousal.

Diane handed the file to Emma, ignoring the shorter brunettes' comments, and looking back towards her seat. She saw Helen staring directly in Emma's direction, she had never seen the blonde's eyes so wide before. The naked girl spun around looking back at Emma, the brunette still staring at the file in her hand, having not mover a muscle since Diane had hurriedly handed it to her. Diane looked at what it seemed both women were staring at...

The file was soaking wet.

Looking at it, there was a noticeable wet mark on the front, right where Diane had been holding it over her pussy. The raven haired goth went pale, realisation hitting her like a freight train as she looked down at her own dark curls, seeing her quivering labia, slick with her own juices. Apparently this shameful experience was more arousing than the goth had initially though, her dripping pussy and the stain on a work file being a testament to that. Diane was frozen, looking directly back at Emma, the shorter women still looking down at the soiled file In her hand, before looking back to Helen, the blonde seemingly returning to work on her computer, her eyes still occasionally roaming over to Emma from beneath her glasses. Diane finally regained control of her body, both of her hands very slowly moving to cradle her dripping womanhood, her blush returning in full **** to her cheeks as she continued to look on at Emma.

"Diane..." For the first time in a while, Emma was at a loss for words, looing back at the goth girl. Emma took a second to regain her composure, before speaking again, "You're actually horny from this? I was kidding earlier but... damn..."

Every word made Diane cringe more and more, the fact that she could now feel her juices leaking down her hands covering her pussy didn't help with that. This was easily the most humiliated the raven haired goth had ever been in her life, a fact that only proved to turn her on even more!

"Well... since you're a little slut who gets off on basic office rules..." Emma's voice for the first time today seemed a little unsure, as she handed the file back towards Diane, "Why don't you call the client. They're really high priority at us for the moment, so try not to moan down the phone to him..."

Taking a shaking hand away from her pussy, Diane grabbed the file stained with her own lady goo, her own hand getting some more on it in the process. Not wanting to argue with Emma at the moment, Diane made her way back to her desk. The raven haired girl jumped when she felt her bare ass against the material of her chair, causing both heads to turn to look at her. It was all too much, they knew how turned on she was from this humiliating experience!

With shaking hands, Diane pried the soaked pages of the file apart, trying her best to familiarise herself with the contents before giving the client a call, all the while trying her best to ignore the wet patches on the pages she would come across while reading. It was all a reminder of her still growing arousal, shifting slightly in her seat she could feel the sticky residue between her thighs, her throbbing pussy pulsating at the thought.

Finally managing to focus for more than 30 seconds, the goth girl managed to get the gist of what was going on with this particular client, as well as finding their contact number. Something else she shuttered in her seat at...

This was going to be a tough one...

The case itself wasn't overly complicated, a fifteen minute phone call should be more than enough to satisfy this client, but the thought of doing that completely naked? That was not something she ever thought she'd ever find herself doing, calling one of their company's highest profile clients without a stitch on her body? And as aroused as she was? That thought was making her squirm in her seat, and despite her best efforts, a small moan escaped her plump lips just as she was reaching for the phone.

"Seriously? Can't hold it together for one phone call?" Emma's voice made the raven haired goth girl jump, her bare feet against the carpeted floor sending tingles up her body. Diane's eyes were wide as the shorter brunette approached her from around the bank of desks, dropping the phone, she did her best to once again cover her assets.

"Look at your chair!" Emma practically yelled at her as if she was scolding a toddler. Diane was confused, before looking down at what Emma was referring to. Jumping to her feet in shock, the dark haired girl was shocked to see her blue fabric computer chair stained white with what she could only assume was her own sticky juices, having accumulated over the past few minutes she was sitting there

"You really shouldn't be vandalising office property like that Diane..."

"It's not like I did it on purpose Helen!"

"Quiet." Emma held up a finger to the taller girl, making her freeze in place, arms still covering her large breasts and wet bush. "Since you can't seem to sit on a chair without ruining it like the file, you can just stand for the call... I'll clean this..."

Diane let out a breath as it seemed Emma turned away to go back to her own desk, dragging Diane's soiled chair along with her. Turning back to her workspace, Diane grabbed the phone she had dropped, before looking at how to best take this call. Kneeling on the floor, she would be too low down to effectively see the information in the file or on her computer screen, the reverse being true were she to just stand up.

The most effective way she found was to awkwardly lean over her desk, bent at the waist in order to see all the information in front of her while being on the phone. Of course this also had to effect of letting her giant breasts hang down, while also giving the entire empty office, an unobstructed view of her bare ass, her wet pink pussy lips poking out in between her legs. With one hand on the phone and the other looking through the information in the file and on the computer, there was no real way for her to cover herself either...

Deciding she may as well get this over with before she started dripping on the carpet, she dialled the number on the phone, listening to the ringing while mentally preparing herself to try to hold a cohesive conversation with the client, while keeping her arousing thoughts at bay.

All things considered; the start of the conversation went well for the most part. As well as it could for a naked girl trying to talk business while ignoring exhibitionistic arousal coursing through her. If anything, she was breathing kind of heavy, but in the grand scheme of things, she was doing alright. Until about five minutes into the call, when Emma started staring at her. Not talking, not pointing, or making faces, just looking directly at her.

Looking down at herself, Diane was overcome with the same view that Emma must have had, her large tits swaying in front of her, her dark bush, covering her sweet quivering pussy, dripping with dew, evidence of her lewd libido. The goth couldn't help herself, she felt a spike of arousal in her lower tummy, sending a pleasurable twinge directly to her clit, she let out a moan on the phone.

Trying her best to cover it up with a cough as she was still talking to the client, she saw Emma blink, her head suddenly snap up to meet the raven haired girls eyes, before looking back to her own computer screen. Emma looking at her, all of her, why was it making her so horny? She had never had an experience like this, she couldn't be turned on by it! She's a good girl!

Trying her best to slow her heartrate and cool down her overheated body, Diane did her best to wrap up the call as fast as she could. All in all the client seemed satisfied, something that couldn't be said for the lust still building withing Diane, but after a mere ten minutes, Diane had finished up the call, shakily putting the phone down on the receiver before letting out a shaky breath, her head falling, dark hair splaying all over her shoulder. Feeling her legs shake, she felt little droplets of what she hoped were sweat rolling down her legs (but in reality, she knew what it was) as she looked back over to her temporary boss for that day.