Phoebe solves some problems at work

Hope ESchorcho doesn't mind that the early part of this storyline is based on his.

Phoebe sat down at her desk, and reached in her purse and pulled out a water bottle, and took a big drink. She had to concentrate on her latest column, which was going to be about how a woman shouldn’t have to dress to impress her man. Phoebe knew that she still did dress rather scantily at times, but she still viewed herself as a strong, independent woman that happened to have magic powers.

Taking another drink, she felt somewhat flushed. Maybe it was an added effect from her jog. Wiping her brow, she decided to concentrate on her work. It was important to meet her deadline, and Phoebe started to type away at her computer.

Phoebe’s eyes fluttered open, and the Charmed one was alarmed to realize that she had dosed off for a while. Panicking, she knew that she would really need to rush through her article.

Just then, her editor entered the room and she didn’t look pleased. “Do you mind explaining this?”

“Oh, sorry Elise, I may have fallen asleep for a while, but I’ll work really hard…” Phoebe started, but was quickly cut off.

Her editor threw a piece of paper at her, and stared daggers at her. “Are you going through something? If you are, we can work with you, but this is just ridiculous and very unprofessional!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!” Phoebe’s eyes went wide as she saw the title of the article. ‘Look Like a Slut for your Man!” it stated in bold letters. The article went on about how skimpy, revealing clothing should be the fashion norm. Caked on makeup, wild, and trashy hair should also be considered acceptable for all women. The article concluded with the statement that more women would be happy if they not only looked like sluts, but acted like sluts as well.

Phoebe was utterly speechless. Her first thought was that someone had come into her office, **** her, and then wrote her article. Then, as she continued to read the article, in the back of her mind, some of these things started to make sense. She was starting to become flushed again, and took a drink from her water bottle.

“Well, what do you have to say about this?”

Phoebe’s eyes were lidded, and she was beginning to feel aroused. Phoebe’s mind was so cloudy, and couldn’t find the words to answer her editor. Elise could tell that the woman in front of her didn’t look well, and was starting to breathe heavily. Phoebe couldn’t believe it when her nipples became aroused, and she could tell they were visible through her thin shirt.

At that moment something new happened. Phoebe's emotions were so potent and split by her shock that she projected them for the first time.

Elise's panties were suddenly very damp, and she was breathing heavily. Her own nipples peaked, but couldn't be seen through her heavier clothes.

Phoebe looked up at her. "Do you have a problem with it?"

Elise licked her lips, "well, um no...no not really on a personal level. In fact... you could even say this was an epiphany for me."

"But Phoebe, we can't publish something like this. People will complain."

"Maybe. But what if there are other women out there just waiting to have an epiphany like yours. Look, I gotta go."

Phoebe then turned and walked away from her editor not thinking about the consequences.