New Cubicle

"Last night I met this guy at the B Street Bar, and just a couple of minutes later, I talked him into fucking me up the ass in one of the stalls in the ladies room! It was awesome. My anus is still tight after all of this time!"

"That's great, Stacy!" said Ben eagerly.

"What's the news?" asked Stacy.

"Well, yesterday you got a bad performance review."

Stacy's head fell a bit as she passed out the doughnuts.

"But first I'd be remiss if I did not point out how professional yet attractive you look in that outfit, hair, and make-up."

The other men agreed.

"Thank you, Ben." Said Stacy, setting the doughnuts down.

"Stacy, there are some more things you are not doing correctly." Ben shook his head.

"Like what?"

"Well, for one, when you are in a staff meeting with the four of us, you are supposed to be on your knees to show you do not think you're better than the rest of us. Again, that was your idea."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Stacy knelt.

"Good," now even though you got a bad review yesterday, you are going to have your office renovated."

"Great! what's the bad news?"

"You have to move to temporary quarters. Boss wanted you to move to the janitor's closet, but that place is full of nasty chemicals, and no one would see you all day but the janitor."

"Where am I going?"

"Get your laptop and follow us?"

Stacy got up and grabbed her laptop off of her desk. She followed the men to the men's room.

"The men's room?"

"Stacy, really?" asked Ben. "It's 2017. There are no more men's rooms and women's rooms what with all of this transgender business. I thought you were more enlightened than that. Get with it!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. We need to change those signs then."

"We will Stacy. You'll like these temporary gigs though. Remember, nothing is worse than the janitor's closet." Ben opened the door.

The men's room had two stalls and two urinals. Ben opened the first stall. "Here it is. You're temporary office. It's small, but it has some wonderful advantages."

"Um, what are they?" Asked a dubious Stacy.

"One, you will never have to leave to use the restroom. Two, we all come in here a few times a day, so you'll be able to see us without coming to us, and three: like I said, it's much better than the janitor's closet. We'll get you something to put your laptop on so it doesn't heat up your lap. See, it's perfect: cozy and practical."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," said Stacy. It is cozy and practical. She went into the stall and took a seat. She smiled up at the men who looked to be stifling laughs. "What is it?"

"What?"

"You all look like you're hiding something."

"No, no," said Ben. "We are just so happy you finally decided to dress professionally and admire your outfit. Now, since you won't be using the janitor's closet, after work each day, it's only fair you clean this restroom. We'll get you a special brush and the cleaning supplies. We know you take pride in all of your work, just like you do your appearance, so we know you'll do a great job. We'll run an extension cord to your new cubicle here, so you don't run out your laptop battery, and you should put some photos or something on the walls. Now, I gave you your performance review yesterday, and each of my colleagues here will give you the reviews you demanded they give you throughout the day. Tim will start now."

"Very good," said Stacy. She smiled at the tall, gangly blonde Tim.

"We'll leave you to it." Everyone but Tim left.

Tim nervously looked around then at Stacy.

"Well, how did I do?"