No, you needed to stretch your legs.

"Fuck this." I stood, reaching my arms up and stretching my back, pausing momentarily while I considered how high Kelli's dress much be riding up at this moment. I exhaled, dropping my arms, covering back up, and stepped out of my cube.

I wandered somewhat aimlessly until I passed Joe's office. I knocked gently on his door and stepped in. "Hey boss man." I said to the empty room. "Oh."

I started to turn to leave, a little embarrassed at talking to no one, when I noticed the glow on his chair seemed like his machine was unlocked. Company policy! I stepped around his desk to lock it for him and saw something quite odd.

It looked like a camera shot of a shower. In fact, it looked a lot like a camera shot of the shower I just cleaned the pink off myself in.

I sat down.

It looked like it was a live stream.

Clicking through, it clearly had a feature to save clips. There were a few folders in there where it saved, with the names of girls from the office. Brittney. Kelli.

...

I opened the Cindy folder.

There were more videos than I expected. A lot more.

He'd caught me washing the pink off, sure, but he hadn't caught me taking my panties off this morning. But right there was that day last summer we did the fun run. The videos went back years. There was a solid string of them here from when I used to bike to work.

"Fuck!" I suddenly panicked as I recalled that one time I...

It wasn't here. Oddly, there was a gap for that day... I scrolled up. There was a folder in here called "win."

Well, looks like he caught me taking off my panties this morning. Apparently me covertly taking off my underwear counted as a win.

That and that one time I had had a long dry spell and I went stupid and decided to get off on the detachable shower head in the work shower...

I just sat there and watched myself. I had one hand over my mouth as my body writhed against the wall, the shower head between my legs.

"Fuck."

The video ended and I was left just looking at the folder.

I should do something.

Delete it?

No...

I went up, checked Kelli's folder. She had a lot more winning than I did... I opened one.

A dildo on a suction cup? Holy fuck. Does she know? I watched intently as Kelli fucked the shower wall to a silent, body-shaking orgasm.

She certainly keeps it tight.

She didn't, like, look at the camera? Or face it very well. If she knew the camera was there, I think, like, she'd probably angle up a little more?

I don't think she knows.

No. Don't delete it. Find a thumbdrive.

I rooted through his drawers and decided he wouldn't mind if I borrowed one I found.

I copied a few of the "winning" directories over. I tapped my foot, wondering where he was. Probably "making rounds." I opened my video up. The bad one. I took a screen shot and opened it in paint. I made it his desktop and headed to my cube, thumbdrive in hand.

I stashed the thumbdrive securely in my purse, inside a tampon wrapper, just to be sure.

It didn't take long. I got an email.

"I think you're overdue for a raise." He'd wrote.

"A big one." I replied.

And then Kelli. And then Brittney. And then everyone else.

And then you're fucking done.