Fingerfuxs
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She hesitated whether to record the incident. On one hand she knew she should report it for scientific integrity and insurance purposes. However, the last time she experiences an accident with an artifact she found herself in a logistical nightmare writing reports for insurance companies for weeks. On top of all of the logistics, her manager, Amber, was a bitch about the entire incident. Amber constantly reminded Sara about it and lorded it over her every opportunity she could.
Her manager wasn't known for being understanding and was a procedural enforcer. Sure, she was decently attractive, having a surprising athletic build for a 50-something year old, but that clearly had gone to her head.
Sara thought it would be best to pretend the whole thing never happened. She finished all the regular paperwork, moved on to cataloguing the remaining artifacts going out, and then returned to her office to finish out the day. As she was about to sign out for the evening, Amber stepped into her office.
Amber walked in talking about filing all the paperwork for the project before she left but stopped mid sentence. Sara's stomach lurched as she watched Amber slowly draw in a deep breath; then, panick of not knowing whether Amber had detected the scent washed over her.
"What's that smell?" Amber asked while looking around Sara's office.
"Oh, err... it's a new perfume my boyfriend gave it to me over the weekend," Sara lied as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"Oh... You have a boyfriend?" she said rhetorically. "I suppose with enough men in the world, one of them was bound to be interested in you." Amber said condescendingly, as she looked down at Sara looking for any sign of embarrassment. Clearly satisfied seeing Sara's red cheeks Amber turned out of the office, evidently proud of the power she possessed in putting Sara in her place.
"One of these days, I'll give you what you deserve." Sara said under her breath.
A few minutes later, Sara slammed the car door shut in a rage. "Fuck that whore" she said outloud to herself. "Sure, I didn't have a boyfriend and, ok, maybe I am rather homely and awkward. Apparently, the gods didn't see fit to bestow me with a body like a greek goddess like they did with Amber. The injustice of it all." Sara thought as she started her car.
Unbeknownst to Sara, she'd failed to wipe away all of the milky white substance from the day's incident. A single, small droplet had landed on her chest and gradually rolled down between her breasts. The droplet now mingled with a bead of sweat as drove she home in the mid day heat. By the time she arrived home, that bead of sweat had progressed all the way down her chest. It rolled across her stomach and continued its path downward. It wove its way through the thick patch of black hair covering her mound. There, it crested for a moment before it gently slipped between her lips.
She hesitated whether to record the incident. On one hand she knew she should report it for scientific integrity and insurance purposes. However, the last time she experiences an accident with an artifact she found herself in a logistical nightmare writing reports for insurance companies for weeks. On top of all of the logistics, her manager, Amber, was a bitch about the entire incident. Amber constantly reminded Sara about it and lorded it over her every opportunity she could.
Her manager wasn't known for being understanding and was a procedural enforcer. Sure, she was decently attractive, having a surprising athletic build for a 50-something year old, but that clearly had gone to her head.
Sara thought it would be best to pretend the whole thing never happened. She finished all the regular paperwork, moved on to cataloguing the remaining artifacts going out, and then returned to her office to finish out the day. As she was about to sign out for the evening, Amber stepped into her office.
Amber walked in talking about filing all the paperwork for the project before she left but stopped mid sentence. Sara's stomach lurched as she watched Amber slowly draw in a deep breath; then, panick of not knowing whether Amber had detected the scent washed over her.
"What's that smell?" Amber asked while looking around Sara's office.
"Oh, err... it's a new perfume my boyfriend gave it to me over the weekend," Sara lied as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"Oh... You have a boyfriend?" she said rhetorically. "I suppose with enough men in the world, one of them was bound to be interested in you." Amber said condescendingly, as she looked down at Sara looking for any sign of embarrassment. Clearly satisfied seeing Sara's red cheeks Amber turned out of the office, evidently proud of the power she possessed in putting Sara in her place.
"One of these days, I'll give you what you deserve." Sara said under her breath.
A few minutes later, Sara slammed the car door shut in a rage. "Fuck that whore" she said outloud to herself. "Sure, I didn't have a boyfriend and, ok, maybe I am rather homely and awkward. Apparently, the gods didn't see fit to bestow me with a body like a greek goddess like they did with Amber. The injustice of it all." Sara thought as she started her car.
Unbeknownst to Sara, she'd failed to wipe away all of the milky white substance from the day's incident. A single, small droplet had landed on her chest and gradually rolled down between her breasts. The droplet now mingled with a bead of sweat as drove she home in the mid day heat. By the time she arrived home, that bead of sweat had progressed all the way down her chest. It rolled across her stomach and continued its path downward. It wove its way through the thick patch of black hair covering her mound. There, it crested for a moment before it gently slipped between her lips.
I see at least one person recorded this at one point, but the link is dead now, sooo...
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