Under the desk, Tracy was red as a brick.Though she was still awash in orgasmic bliss, her embarrassment was winning out. She pulled her knees up to her chest and covered her face. She’d had a life of her own for less than an hour; how had she ruined it already?
“Uh...hi. Hello?”
She didn’t answer.
“You can come out...if you want. I didn’t...I won’t tell on you or anything.”
It was a very sweet voice, light and airy, with just the slightest hint of an upward inflection at the end of each sentence. Tracy slowly opened her eyes to see a pair of black kitten heels with ankle straps carrying two slight, pale legs.
“Could you look away while I come out?”
“Yeah. Yeah, totally. Whatever makes you comfortable.” The legs turned around.
Her bra and panties in their proper place, Tracy got up from under the table on the side furthest from the glass wall. She glanced at the other woman. She was young, and she definitely knew it. Her round face was heavily contoured to compensate. Her light blonde hair was done up in braids. She had a very slim body, and her chest was of a sizable but ordinary size, much like Kirsty’s had been. Again, Tracy found herself missing her unfused breasts.
“Oh! You’re...Tracy, was it?” the girl asked.
“So I’ve been called,” she replied sheepishly.
“I’m Denise. I’m the new intern.”
“What exactly did you see, Denise?” Tracy asked. Her face was still red with embarrassment.
Denise looked around suspiciously. “I saw you...I saw the end of it.”
“And you’re not going to tell anyone, right?”
Denise smiled nervously. “No. ‘Cause if I did, I’d never see you do it again.”