Dahlia squirmed, feeling saliva be spread where it was not supposed to be. But intrigued was definitely the right word. Dahlia had been avoiding eye contact this whole time but now that the finger was out of her mouth, she looked at her girlfriend and pursed her lips. She wasn’t as bold as Francine was so she couldn’t initiate a kiss on he own yet, but it wasn’t hard to guess that is what she was as trying to do. It was a cute attempt.
The pantiless intern bit her lip as her skirt was forcefully pulled up, revealing that it was her without a shadow of a doubt. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t afford to show weakness in front of her superior. Well, any more weakness anyway. So she retorted with this “Why would I?! It wasn’t as though I expected this shit to happen!”
Francine saw the look in her eyes. Unsure and scared... But also intrigued. Francine gently took her finger out of her mouth, and moved it down to wipe the saliva off right over the little girl's poopy hole, humming the whole while and acting as if she was being reasonable and casual.
Anya laughed and stood up. "My dear, we have standards to withhold here. If a client comes in and sees you pissing yourself all over the floor... They're not going to want to take a contract with us! So you can see how this is quite the big problem, can't you Cat?" She asked and pulled her skirt up. "Tch! You didn't even bring a spare pair of underwear!" She snapped and quickly let the skirt fall back down.
“Please ma’am, t-that’s not necessary!” The intern responded nervously. “H-how about we just part ways and forget this ever happened! Hm? That sounds n-nice, right?” She offered, desperately hoping that Anya would not press this issue any further.