CHAPTER 3. Stained
Added 2025-09-01 05:23:18 +0000 UTCI made it. Barely. The train doors had spat me out into the chaos of the city, and I'd walked the last few blocks with that strange tension still pulsing between my legs. But I was on time.
I adjusted my damp shirt and approached the main entrance of the building. Marble floors. Glass walls. A guard booth just behind the sliding doors. The security guard gave me a quick scan, his gaze lingering for half a second longer than necessary before he gestured for my ID. Then he leaned forward, his voice low: “You sure you want to walk into your first day… with your pants that dirty?”
I blinked. “What??” I looked down. There it was. A thick, glossy trail across my thigh, already drying against the fabric. The color, the texture... no. No. No way. Had it been there the whole time? My heart dropped. My face burned. “I…” I started.
The security guard raised an eyebrow, amused. His mouth curled slightly at one corner. “There’s a storage room where we keep extra uniforms for our guys. You can come check if there’s something clean that fits you.” He paused. “Or, you know… go up like that. Your call.”
