Day goes on

After Ben left, Stacy cleaned herself up and went to work, checking on files, emailing clients, and such. Her male co-workers would come in and smile and wave as they used the restroom, chuckling to themselves as if in on some inside joke, but Stacy did not mind.

Ben came back at 11:55. "Time for lunch. Some of the chairs in the break room are broken, but we know you don't mind sitting on the counter with your legs crossed. Robert is out getting lunch. He's getting your favorite, a foot-long hot dog." Ben winked. "Yes, I know those things remind you of penises, which is why you love them."

Stacy blushed. She put the pizza box and the laptop on the toilet and followed Ben to the breakroom. There were two round tables with four chairs a piece, but the men were around one. Stacy hopped up on the counter by the sink and crossed her legs. She smiled as the men smiled back, once again looking like a trio of frat boys in on some sort of joke.

Robert came in with lunch. He gave Stacy her foot-long with mustard and a soda.

"We all love the way you eat your hot dogs," said Tim. "You crack us up with the way you slide it in and out like you're sucking cock."

"Oh you!" said Stacy as she took the tip of the dog that extended over the edge of the bun and slid it in and out and sucked on it a bit before taking a bite.

Stacy finished her lunch and went back to work.

At the end of the day, the janitor brought in a bucket with a sponge, a toilet brush, and some cleaning fluids. "The boys tell me you're gonna clean this room," he said, looking confused but a bit excited. He was a balding middle-aged man with a pot-belly.

"Oh yeah," said Stacy, "I have to keep my work station clean."

"Well, Ben wanted me to tell ya to do an extra thorough job on the urinals and use this here sponge on 'em." He picked up a 3x5 sponge then dropped it back into the bucket.

"Oh, OK."