"Go back over there and open box number three," she tells you. You go over and open the box, and pull out a bottle of lube.
"I think this is why you're always late, and why you're always staring at me, and looking at my ass, and spanking yourself right now!" she laughs. "You are a little masturbater, right?" she asks.
"Uhh..." you mutter.
She tilts her head again. "Don't lie to me, not if you want to keep this job," she reminds you.
"I am a masturbater," I whisper, the heat returning to my face.
"I thought so," she said.