You arrive at work

Your eyes light up as Rosie Winters, one of your co-workers, gives you a friendly smile when you arrive. She was assigned to your team at work about six months ago and quickly earned a reputation as an "ice queen", although you're pretty sure that's partly because of her name and mostly because Ron from marketing, one of the biggest jerks in the office, told everyone how frigid she was after they went on a date that went very badly. Ron is always bragging about how many women he's slept with and how great in bed he is, but you know he's full of shit. You've even heard him lie about fucking Suzy once, as if she would ever let a loser like him between her legs. Most of the guys at work know better than to believe half of what Ron says, but enough people believed him about Rosie to make the reputation stick. At first she hated being called "Ice Queen", but now she owns it. She even dyed her hair platinum blonde and started wearing it in one long thick braid that hangs over her shoulder, and now whenever anyone jokingly starts singing "Let It Go" instead of getting upset she just smiles and joins in.

"Hey Dave, can you help me with the big presentation today? I'm really nervous!" You have been working with Rosie on a really important project for the last month, and today she's giving a presentation on the progress you've both made. You've given a few presentations to the boss before, but this is the first time for Rosie and she's been obsessing over her notes for the past week. She walks with you as you make your way to your desk and leans in to talk softly once everyone else is out of earshot. "I keep trying to practice reading my notes in front of the bathroom mirror, but I can't even hear myself think with Ivy and her boyfriend taking turns ass-fucking each other in the next room all night long," she says frustratedly.

This isn't the first time you've heard Rosie complain about her roommate, Ivy Summers. Rosie and Ivy have been friends since middle school several years before Ivy transitioned. Back then she was still a socially awkward boy who never felt comfortable in her own skin. Rosie was one of the first people she came out to as trans, and because of that she felt a certain responsibility for helping Ivy become the woman she wanted to be. Unfortunately for Rosie, however, that woman is very often horny as fuck and loud as fuck both when she's fucking and when she's being fucked.

"It's not funny!" she says indignantly while still trying to keep her voice down as you crack a smile. "They've been at it every night this week, and it's been making me very cranky and weirdly aroused at the same time." She looks away and blushes while biting her lip, obviously not meaning for that last part to slip. Trying to offer some encouragement, you gently squeeze her shoulder.

"You'll do great, I'm sure of it. The presentation isn't until the afternoon, so we'll have time to go over the notes together. Just try to relax."

She looks up at you gratefully. "Thanks, Dave. I wish I had your confidence. I just... ahh... achoo!"

"Bless you," you say reflexively as she reaches into her purse for a tissue to blow her nose after sneezing.

"Thank you. It's just that... what the hell?!" She pulls out a slender ice blue rubbery cylinder with a small switch on one end and a blunted point at the other and stares at it incredulously. Her face turns crimson as she quickly tries to hide the mini-vibrator behind her back.

"That's not mine," she says with the most unconvincing tight-lipped smile plastered on her face for about three seconds before her whole expression collapses. "... Okay, so it is mine, but I didn't put it there. This is Ivy's way of telling me I need to loosen up."

"She has a point, you know," you tell her. She glares at you for a second before her expression softens.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I shouldn't be upset at you," she apologizes between taking deep breaths to calm herself.

"Don't worry about it. I'll forget I saw anything," you say reassuringly. "Now, let's go over those presentation notes."

As you go over the presentation notes with Rosie, she seems to calm down and focus. You, on the other hand, are trying not to get too distracted by how close she's getting to you as she leans over your desk, pointing out the notes on your computer screen as you go over them together. The floral scent of her perfume invites you to breathe in more deeply. As you draw in her scent, you detect a hint of muskiness underneath the perfume making you wonder if the vibrator incident a few minutes ago had made her a little wet.

"I should get back to my desk now. Thank you so much for helping me out!" she says after going over the notes and practicing giving key points of her presentation in front of you. She seems much calmer and more confident now as she gives your arm an appreciative rub.

"It was my pleasure," you respond, trying not to put too much emphasis on the word "pleasure" since that's mostly what you've been thinking about this whole time. As she walks away, you can't help but admire how her frost-colored skirt accentuates her ass and swishes around her slender legs. Once she's out of sight, you try to focus on your work. You answer some emails, file some reports, and keep yourself busy until it's time for lunch.