No, you just went back to your cube to deal with it.

I stood, frustrated, and headed back to my cube to try to clean up. I got there, rubbing at my braless chest and patting at my pink thighs.

I threw my bra down in a huff on my cube floor, getting nowhere except pinker. I needed... Wipes.

I stepped into my boss's office, and he wasn't there. I grabbed some wipes and started on my chest. It was taking the mess away, but slowly. I had a few wipes piled on the table before I got frustrated again and just took my shirt off, tossing it on the table. I started rubbing at the pink on my breasts, and they were coming clean more easily. The shirt seemed easier to clean off me than on me, too.

I decided to shimmy out of my jeans before starting in on them, only to discover the toner had clearly found it's way inside them.

Stripped bare, I lifted a leg into a chair, wiping at my dusted-pink pussy lips. Between rubbing at my tits and now my pussy, I let out a soft shudder, my fingers lingering a little longer than they needed to.

Which is exactly when my boss Joe walked in...