Once she had finished taking stock of the inventory downstairs, Donna made her way back upstairs to pass her findings to the manager. But first she went into the ladies toilets and walked into a cubicle. She yawned as she unzipped her trousers and took her penis out, aiming it at the bowl. As a steady stream or urine exited, Donna thought about the things she had to do after her shift ended. Picking her son Harry up from football practice, she had to phone her daughter Paisley at college, and she had a bit of shopping to do. Probably in that order, she thought, as she shook her dick and then zipped it back up.
After washing her hands, Donna grabbed her paperwork and made her way to the manager’s office, knocking on the door loudly.
“Yeah, the door’s open!” Elizabeth’s voice sounded out
Donna entered and walked into a haze of cigarette smoke. Wafting her hand in front of her, she coughed a little and looked at Elizabeth slouched back in her chair with her nylon-clad feet up on the desk, talking on her phone to her fiance. Elizabeth winked at Donna and reached forward, patting the desk, and Donna placed the paperwork down. “Yeah okay babes, we’ll do all that shit when I get home, see ya soon.” Elizabeth spoke into her phone, before hanging up.
“All done?” Elizabeth then asked Donna, as she idly grabbed the paperwork.
“Yep, all accounted for” Donna nodded.
Elizabeth then threw the paperwork onto the desk and picked her cigarette out of the ashtray again, putting it in her mouth. “Alright, just make sure its all in the computer database before you leave okay” she mumbled.
“Gotcha!” Donna replied.
“Have you seen Liz?” Elizabeth then asked Donna, who was finding it hard to think about anything else other than having sex with her husband.
“Um… I think she’s downstairs, ragging on the computer at the Help Desk” Donna said, smiling a little.
“Not surprising, that thing’s a sack of shit!” Elizabeth cussed. “Well if you see her you can tell her to drag her ass up here okay” she said.
“Will do!” Donna obediently said. “Is that all?”
Elizabeth just nodded, puffing away on her cigarette as she removed her jacket. Her blouse sleeves were noticeably tighter on her more muscular arms. Yet to Donna she appeared as normal as she was. Donna left the office and took the paperwork with her to the Administration room to type the data into the computer. Like Elizabeth, Donna’s walk had definitely become more ‘manly’ because of the genital exchange the aliens had just conducted. Aliens who were still observing the results of their experiment.
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