Yes, a dirty one.

You took out your phone, and as you typed your request, your heart began to beat harder at the implications of what you were writing. You quickly verified that anything MalO left around would be unseen by others for now, and you decided that you really wanted to spice up your office for the time being. You finished typing your request, and took a moment to think it over once again. You had typed the following,

'When I leave for a bathroom break later today, I would like you to go into my cubicle, and jerk off. Leave a mess for me to come back to.'

Your face was already blushing as you considered the request, but you decided to go through with it. You knew that it'd be quite something to come back to. Not many co-workers were here today, as far as you knew, and even less would be in your immediate area, so you were free to do whatever you wanted with the mess, and you kinda hoped that MalO would comply.

You made your way up to your floor, and cubicle, wondering if the request you made would be fulfilled at all. For a moment, you could see movement, and as you turned to look, briefly, you could see MalO moving to hide behind a wall. You were surprised to see that MalO would be showing himself to you, but you also remembered the personality changes you made. Guess they were coming in effect faster than you expected.

As you made your way into your cubicle, you caught a whiff that smelled distinctly... masucline and earthy, and you immediately suspected MalO, knowing that no one at your job smelled like that. You texted MalO, telling him he smelled really good and that you liked it, before sitting down and preparing for a long day of work.

Surprisingly though, time flew by quickly. Before you knew it, you were done filing the funding projections that you were asked to do, and you had the system maintenance to work on. You cracked your neck, and stretched a bit. You checked your phone, and saw that MalO had responded. Opening it up, you saw that MalO had sent you a flexing arm and a series of emojis that you could only guess meant that he was proud to have left that scent.

"Heya, dude!" You look up and saw one of your co-workers at your cubicle door. You couldn't quite remember their name right now, but that was okay, since you didn't think you really knew them.

"I'm here to talk to you about the funding projections, mostly some questions I had - hope I'm not bothering you!" The coworker said, and you nodded, allowing them to ask you a few questions.

It wasn't long though before you realized that you really needed to go to the bathroom, so you quickly tried to wrap up the conversation, and make your way to the bathroom. Unlike the other bathroom that you sent an ass picture in, this bathroom didn't have a lock, and co-workers regularly used this, so you didn't have any privacy. Still though, after you did your business in the bathroom, you took the time to pose for a few selfies, some plain, some risque, but nothing too spicy. Strangely, MalO wasn't responding to your selfies with reactions, which made you pause as you got ready to leave the bathroom.

Was... was MalO fulfilling your request? You hurried down to your cubicle, eager to find out.