She should change and try to go to work

Ellie sighed with a mixture of tiredness, soreness, and contentedness. Getting her face fucked in was certainly one way to start her day. But that took longer than she'd hoped. If she hurried, she could get clean and still make it to work, even if she'd be later than usual.

Ellie was getting used to this, though. Stripping off her stained clothes, re-showering, hoping she had a clean uniform to put back on; she was getting it down to an art, at this point. It didn't take long for her brain to fully clear, her needs satisfied for the moment and a cool shower to wake her back up. She hurried out the door, not daring to look at any clocks on the way.