Katy

You duck out the door behind Katy, and follow her down the hall towards the lift, where Damien still waits to return to his post.

While the site of her toned behind in the yoga pants, really just tiny shorts, is quite distracting, you take the chance to listen in on her thoughts.

Amongst the idle checking that she'd remembered her towel, key and music player two things stand out. A mix of dread and embarrassment directed towards the young man who'd just caught her in a compromising situation and a sense of concern regarding whether her gymwear, the shorts and green Lycra top she currently wore still fit well given her recent 'growth spurt'. A feeling you quickly dull.

A sense of anticipation fills you as she arrives at the lift, just as the doors open. Damien steps in and she hurries to follow. You manage to also slip in just as tgevdoors close.

After an awkward moment Katy plucks up the courage and turns to Damien

'Hey, look, I wanted to say sorry, I'm not usually a bitch like that but that was a fucked up situation'

It's hard to gauge whether yours or Damien's reaction is the most shocked. Under the bright lights of the lift, the strained fabric of her sports top had turned slightly sheer, revealing not just the lines between her breasts, but the ever so slight discolouration around her nipples, which had shown themselves under the cool AC.

To his credit Damien recovers quickly

'Umm' he replied, trying to keep himself looking her in the eye,'sure, no problem, forget it happened'

Katy grinned and bounced slightly

'Great, thanks'

The rest of the trip is in silence, as Katy hums along to a song in her head and Damien tries to steal glances without being caught.

Finally the lift reaches her floor and Katy steps out.