Clara: Return to Work

Eventually, her work's allowed sick leave time dwindled to zero, and then her allowed vacation time dwindled to zero. Remaining in hiding from work was no longer an option. She was so enthralled with her streaming time that she had forgotten that she still had a regular job to go to. Clara is a secretary to a contracting service. Dozens of people each day visit the office to meet with their account managers. She's the first person anyone sees and with how she looks now, she imagined the embarrassment of anyone ogling her as she tried to work. This wasn't like streaming, she'd have to deal with people face to face. She got ready this morning, tried her best to fit into a button down blouse, and headed to work. There was a certain feeling that she'd quit and leave before the first hour was over at work. Her streaming was picking up slowly so maybe she could get it to work out in her favor. It wasn't ideal, but she used the thought to soothe any anxiety she has about quiting. With a deep sigh, she walked into the office. The massive bolt-ons were leading the way and it was impossible to ignore. Their size invaded the lower portion of her peripheral vision; a constant reminder. Frosted glass divided portions of the office, vague shapes of people walking past was a constant sight at work. However, her red blouse squeezing around her melons did not give her the vague shape of a person. She could feel eyes drawn to the frosted glass. Curious eyes wondering, "What is that weird massive red blob behind the glass." Her imagination ran and her anxiety peaked as she anticipated running into the first co-worker to investigate the red figure behind the glass, and as she had that thought, reality made it so. Harvey, an account manager, rounded a corner and she could only see his eyes. They immediately went to her chest, an impulsive action that anyone would've done, but as they realized what they gazed upon, his eyes widened. The sudden realization of a sexual harassment suit in Harvey forced him to quickly dart to her face, as if also to wonder who with such massive assets could possibly be in the employee area of the office. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, as if to realize WHO it was. Finally his eyes dropped slightly and rested on her plastic filled lips. Clara's face reddened. An anxiety induced prophecy came to fruition; Clara's embarrassment overwhelmed her and she immediately darted for the restroom.