Linda let it go at that. No time. Next, she whipped a spike-comb from her back pocket and hastily drew it through Daphne's matted hair. She screamed out in pain as the four-inch spikes scraped her skull and ripped through the sweaty knots in her hair, but her mouth was so painful from being stretched by Linda's fist and the gag, her throat still filled with sticky cum and phlegm, that it came out only as a soft coughing gurgle. After raking Daphne's hair in to a vaguely presentable do, she grabbed some paper towels from Jeff's desk. Dunking them in some cold stale coffee in

Jeff's cup, she toweled the cum off Daphne's face, rubbing hard and fast, and threw the towels in the can.

Linda pulled the door open and, with one chunky arm around her shoulder, led the weak, trembling girl quickly out of the room.

Shielding Daphne from the others with her bulky body, Linda half-dragged her rapidly toward the restroom, which was in the back. I could see through the doorway as she shoved her in and I thought I faintly heard, "Now get cleaned up good. And hurry. And no word of this to anyone. Besides, you KNOW you loved it, you pretty little bitch, and you know you'll want more later.".

With that, the bathroom door shut, Linda went back to her reports,

I went back to my repair and things went on as if nothing had happened. None of the others even suspected what had gone on in that room right under their noses!

I worked steadily on, still kind of hot and sweaty, keeping one eye on the bathroom door (it was unisex and I had to go real bad).

Finally, after about five agonizing minutes, Daphne came out. As

I rushed for the john I could see that she had, by some miracle, made her self over into something pretty close to normal. Her hair was still a little damp, but drying fast back into those cute little brunette ringlets. And her face was washed clean, though still somewhat red and raw from the paper towels.