Days later, once home and the pen well forgotten, Crystal gets everyone out of the house in the morning and gets herself ready for work. She gets on jeans, then her C-cup bra, shirt, and then sweater. Her auburn hair goes up in a bun. Grabbing her purse, she locks up the house and drives to work.
Arriving at work, her younger friend Amy pulls in at the same time. They walk in together and chat on their way to the cubicle farm. They sit on opposite walls and like to pass notes in between the gap behind their monitors.
A bit before lunch, Crys gets an email which requires manager action on an account. She grabs a pen from her purse and scribbles a note: "Off to see the troll." It gets stuffed through the wall and read as Crystal sent the email to the printer. The pen rolled away under the keyboard as she got up to grab the paper... and she heard a chuckle from the other side of the wall.
Going into Bill's office was the worst part of the day. It wasn't the room, that was fine. Clean and comfortable. The man was the problem. If the market wasn't so bad right now, Crys wouldn't work here for that. Bill was a chauvinist in the worst way - he was smart enough to push it to the legal limit.
Thankfully he wasn't in the office at that moment. She slid the email on his desk with the expectation he would call her about it and left the office. Bill was walking down the hall towards his office as she left, and she ducked into the kitchen to grab her lunch while he walked in. She could feel his eyes on her ass as he passed the kitchen.
Getting back to her desk, she grabbed another pen from her purse and wrote another note: "I wish I could have a cock and he could have a pussy."
Passing it through, Crys goes to open her lunch and notices what pen she used. The gold pen shone dully under the florescent lighting. A strange notion took over her and she wrote on another strip of paper: "I have a penis." Snapping out of it at Amy's laugh, Crys tossed the paper in the wastebasket.
Suddenly, her crotch erupted in a glow of heat and she felt her flesh strain against her panties. She bit her lip in pleasure and scooted out from the desk slightly to look. There was a bulge in her jeans.