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Every day at Lumon is a complete surprise. Helly’s no stranger to emerging from the elevator, a full 16 hours from when she last entered it, feeling completely different from the day before. She’s woken up exhausted before, with a pounding headache, starving, and even once, rather embarrassingly, hungover.
But this, Helly thinks on one random Tuesday morning halfway through the quarter, is new. She’s never come out of the elevator with wet panties before.
Her immediate first thought is that she’s on her period. But that doesn’t really make sense. Her outie’s always been on top of things. She sends her into work with a tampon already inside her, a respectable extra amount tucked away in her pockets for any change needed during the day. If Helena started her period on her way to work, there’s no way she wouldn’t have gone to the bathroom and cleaned herself up before coming in, instead of leaving Helly to wake up with bloody panties. Helly briefly considers its piss, but that doesn’t make sense for similar reasons. If she'd only started pissing herself on her way here, wouldn’t Helly still have to pee? There’s an odd ache in her abdomen today, but she’s been to the bathroom enough times to know that it’s not her bladder. So maybe it’s… sweat? Maybe she had to run to work, or something, and her thighs got all sweaty. But Helly doesn’t feel particularly exhausted or out of breath either.
She frowns, mulling over the sensation under her skirt as she walks to MDR. She can’t exactly stop in the hallway, pull up her skirt, and check what the mysterious liquid is. But she’s unbearably curious about it anyway. But once Helly gets to the office, she doesn’t have the chance to check there, either. MDR is in total mayhem today, and Mark keeps everyone in line for the first hour, insisting that they’re far behind on their goals for the quarter. So Helly dutifully taps at her keyboard and refines her numbers, crossing her legs at the desk and trying to figure out what the slightly damp, sticky sensation between her thighs is.
It’s not until Mark sends her to the supply closet in search of some hard-to-find Lumon handbook that Helly finally gets the chance to solve her mystery. She lifts up her skirt in the empty room, revealing a pair of rather obnoxiously bright red panties, but she still can’t tell what the stain is from this angle.
Helly shoots a surreptitious look at the door. Everyone’s busy refining at their desks, and Mark probably won’t bother her in here for at least a few minutes. The handbook was supposed to be hard to find.
Quickly, before she loses her nerve, Helly grabs the elastic on both sides of her hips and slides her wet panties down her legs. She smooths her skirt back over her thighs immediately, covering herself back up. Helly slowly takes in the panties balled up in her fist. They’re wet around the crotch with some clear, slightly white fluid that’s decidedly not piss, sweat, or blood. She curiously runs her index finger over the wet spot. Some of the liquid sticks to her skin as she draws it back, trailing from her fingertip to the red cloth.
Helly’s other hand presses between her bare thighs as she tries to seek out where the wetness is coming from, and the contact feels… good? Without even realizing it, she presses a little harder, and her hips jut forward at the pressure. Her fingers seek through the folds between her legs, landing at the slick entrance of her vagina. She pushes them forward a little more, and the more she rubs, the more intense the sensation becomes. The odd ache she’d felt in her stomach earlier only grows with each touch.
Helly grins with a sudden realization. It's taken her an almost embarrassing amount of time to come to this conclusion, but once she thinks of it, it seems crushingly obvious. She’s not on her period, or sweating. She’s aroused right now.
Helena sent her into working fucking horny. And fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, this feeling definitely passes through the Severance barrier.
Helly curiously holds her damp panties up to her nose. She’s never experienced the scent of her own aroused pussy before, and quickly finds she doesn’t mind it. The damp spot smells rich, a little musky, and oddly kind of sweet. She inhales deeply as her fingers start to work faster between her legs. She’s never masturbated before, or even been aroused before, but Helly’s learning the ropes pretty quickly. Her hand shifts up, and Helly follows what feels good until she finds the sensitive nub between her legs. She breathes in again, a soft grunt smothered by the fabric of her panties, and the rich scent of her own slick sends a harsher pulse of arousal to her groin.
It’s not exactly her slick, though. Helena sent her in to work like this, already aroused, leaking into her panties. Helly can’t help but think about her outie as she touches herself. Did Helena touch herself this morning? In her car on the way to work? In the bathroom on one of the upper floors of the building? Does she have someone on the outside, a boyfriend or perhaps a girlfriend, to fuck her and make her this wet? Maybe it was some kind of accidental arousal, like the female equivalent of the awkward boners the boys sometimes talk about getting.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was on purpose. Maybe Helena wanted Helly to feel arousal for the first time. Maybe she wanted her to discover her (their?) damp panties, and touch herself to them. Maybe she wanted Helly to see the wet spot she’d left behind and sniff it and know how aroused Helena got by the thought of her doing this.
Helly inhales deeply again, pressing the fabric a little closer to her mouth and nose, allowing herself to get lost in the rich, heady scent of Helena’s pussy. In her mind, her pussy and Helena’s have become totally separate. She imagines the dripping cunt of the other woman in front of her, pressed against her lips and jaw and nose and leaking onto her skin. Her outie, rubbing her pussy against her face and begging for Helly to touch her. Helly responds by circling her clit a little faster, pressing down on the sensitive nub of flesh in rough, needy strokes. In her mind, Helena cries out at the touch and grinds her hips against Helly’s face. Helly rubs the wet, red fabric over her chin and cheeks roughly, like Helena’s the one humping her face.
She holds her panties over her mouth and nose until she can barely breathe around the fabric and the thick scent of herself, and imagines she’s choking between her outie’s tightening legs. A little curiously, Helly sticks her tongue out and laps at the wet spot. The rich taste of her outie’s pussy explodes through her taste buds, and Helly moans right into the fabric. She licks her damp panties, fingers working frantically on her clit, as images of Helena riding her face and pushing her tongue into her outie’s wet pussy dance through her brain.
Helly’s getting close to something, though she’s not sure what. She’s never had an orgasm before. But this incredible feeling, the scent and taste of her own pussy pressed against her face as she rubs her clit, is rapidly building within her, and she needs to see it through. Little whimpers leave her mouth with each press of her clit. She no longer cares about how loud she’s being, but she clasps her panties tighter around her mouth in some weak attempt at smothering her moans.
Helly’s hips grind into her palm as her thighs start to squeeze around her hand. She licks frantically at the wet fabric, her own spit starting to saturate the material, willing the Helena in her mind to cum with her. She’s so close and she just needs—
“Hey, have you found that book yet…”
The sound of Mark’s voice, slowly trailing off as he takes her in, makes her heart drop. Helly drops her panties instantly, hand flying out from beneath her skirt. She’s still fully dressed and mostly turned away from the door, so maybe Mark didn’t notice what she was doing. Maybe she won’t need to have the most awkward conversation of her short life with her boss.
Helly quickly kicks her panties under a shelf and turns around, putting on an air of total nonchalance. “Yeah, the organization system here is total ass,” she shrugs, trying her best to avoid his gaze. “But I got it.” Helly grabs a random book off the shelf and rushes out of the room as fast as she can.
Mark watches her leave, a smirk slowly starting to spread across his face once he’s sure she can’t see him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees a bit of red fabric under a shelf and grins. Bingo.