bathroom break

Maryanne answered her phone. She said nothing.

"Maryanne, that's no way to answer your phone. For the next 24 hours, you will answer your phone: 'hello, maryanne the merry fuck slut, will you change my diaper?' Say it loud enough for anyone standing nearby to hear. Now stay quiet and listen: don't wipe the food off of your face, but go the men's room and wash your face in a toilet. Don't close the stall door behind you. If any man is in the men's room when you finish, do whatever it takes to get him to jack himself off with your hair and cum on your head. Now, walk slowly and sexily to the men's room, and if you see anyone, smile and say, "Damn, no more anal sex with strangers. My rectum is on fire!' So long, bitch!"

The caller hung up.

Maryanne's humiliation turned to fury. She was burning mad that she could not control this situation. She started to walk slowly, swaying her hips. The men's room was down the hall from the break room. She passed Marcy the receptionist.

Maryanne couldn't help but tell Marcy: "Damn, no more anal sex with strangers. My rectum is on fire!"

Marcy looked shocked, smiled nervously, pointed out the food on Maryann's face, and headed on.

Maryanne passed two more co-workers on her way to the men's room and repeated her ridiculous and humiliating statement.

She ducked into the men's room.