You find her after all

Today's tasks were particularly tedious and uninspired. You were pretty sure that whichever supervisor you were dropped into the hands of, they were all running out of ideas of what to do with you. You didn’t know whether it was because you were actually useless… or just because the entire company's business was so tangled and wasteful that it was more work to find you work than would be offset by you actually… working.

So it really wasn’t long before the list of extra distraction tabs you had open began to build up. From Youtube to Reddit, you scoured the various wastelands of the internet for some source of procrastination that could drag you away from endless, mind-numbing columns of pointless numbers. It wasn’t long before you started testing the boundaries of the company’s network blocks, surprising yourself each time by how little restriction there was over your ability to surf. As far as you could tell, either the IT department was staffed by monkeys… or the bosses really didn't care what their staff got up to on their breaks.

Your searches for Sabrina on the usual social media sites had proven fruitless however. No sign on facebook or linked-in. Nothing on dating sites like tinder or plenty of fish. No way to broach the gap of what you supposed you should admit was becoming something of an obsession. It was just so strange for her to seem so close, but inaccessible. To have got so lucky in landing this internship alongside her… only to never even seem to pass by in the corridors. No chance for the meet-cute moments your mildly pathetic mind kept holding out hope for. No trace in the electronic webs of connectivity that was your generation's primary lifeline. It was eternally frustrating to just not even seem able to earn a chance to swing high and miss. At least if you could try to ask her out and be rejected you’d know... Instead you were left with these dismal feelings of 'but maybe?'

Instagram had been a similar bust, resulting in you shamelessly just trawling through pages upon pages of girls with similar-looking haircuts 'exercising' in leggings or 'just hanging out' in bikinis and hot tubs. It really sunk in for you just how prevalent the urge to post mildly-explicit photos all over the internet was amongst girls your age. What might once have been considered absolute pornography, existed as a nigh-endless ocean of camel-toes and cosplay enthusiasts. Each one with a dedicated following of casual… and not so casual… followers.

At some point you must have clicked a link on someone's bio and ended up on Onlyfans. Utterly forgetting where you were and what might be deemed acceptable viewing in the workplace. You'd never really subscribed to much on the site, but had an account and could trawl through the portfolio of profiles and 'freebies' for as many wasted hours as anywhere else. Only suddenly, in the corner of your eye, something jumped out at you and made your clicking finger freeze. There, under a scrolling banner that read: live now… was Sabrina's face, along with an accurate labelling of her age and a blinking red dot. 'AlwaysUnderHisDesk' was the profile name given, but you could recognise those darkly alluring eyes anywhere.

The shock of it shook you out of your trance of boredom. You glanced around guiltily, as if you’d already been caught. Yet, the muffled coughs and shuffles of the office continued. You were still just as isolated in your little cubby hole of workspace, completely obscured from the rest of the workers, diligent or otherwise. With mounting trepidation… you clicked upon those perfect features. It couldn’t possibly be true, could it? She couldn’t be live, now… ‘Under-His-Desk’? Payment was swiftly asked for, but that could be no barrier. You’d spend every cent you had, if needs be. Just to know. Just to know!