"Hello! I'm Valerie; Valerie Johnson!" The 22-year-old with long golden locks and a petite frame extended her hand enthusiastically towards Teresa. Her azure eyes danced with excitement.

Teresa, a confident woman in her late twenties, stood up and shook Valerie's hand, smiling. "Welcome aboard. I'm Teresa Smith." Teresa glanced at Valerie's youthful, eager face and couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. It's been ages since she's felt that sense of excitement about starting a new job.

Valerie looked around the room curiously, her gaze lingering on the discreet curtains surrounding Teresa's cubicle. "Ooh, what’s behind those curtains? A secret closet?" She giggled innocently; her cheeks flushed from the anticipation.

Teresa chuckled and pushed off against her office chair as she sat down, grabbing one end of the curtain and lifting it, revealing a floor to ceiling window. Valerie had to cover her eyes with her hands to avoid the sudden glare of the sun.

"Nothing too exciting," said Teresa, her voice filled with amusement. "But it's enough to upset the white balance." She added, in conclusion.

"What do you mean? It looks exciting to me," Valerie said, squinting to make out what was behind the curtain.

Teresa let out a soft laugh. "I guess it depends on what you find exciting. It's just a small addition I made to my workspace. I like my privacy, and this helps to create a bit of separation from the rest of the office."

Valerie's gaze lingered on the window for a moment longer before turning back to Teresa. "Well, I think it's cool. It makes your workspace white balance stand out" Valerie smiled, impressed by Teresa's unique touch, but oblivious to what Teresa implied.

Teresa rested her forearms on the edge of her desk and leaned forward, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, it works for me. Now, let me give you the rundown of what we do here."

As the day went on, the two women continued getting to know each other. Teresa was surprised to find herself warming up to Valerie's bubbly personality.

It had been a long time since she last worked alongside someone, and the younger woman presented a refreshing change from her solitary routine. However, the thought of having to share her privacy still made Teresa uneasy. She glanced at the curtain wall that separated her workspace from the rest of the office. It was more than just a simple partition; it was the symbolic boundary that kept her secret life away from the real world.

"Who's the new girl?" Chat wrote in unanimous agreement.

Teresa sighed and looked away from her computer screen for a moment before responding. "Her name is Valerie. She just started working here." She tried to sound uninterested, and kept her voice low, trying to hide any obvious signs of her private life.

"She looks hot. Does she know?" One of Chat's voices asked.

Teresa couldn't help but smile at their consistent curiosity about her personal life.

"No, she doesn't," she reassured them quietly, her fingers dancing across her keyboard as she entertained her guests online. "And I plan to keep it that way."

Back in the office, Valerie had settled into her own cubicle with ease. The other employees were welcoming, and she savored the excitement of starting a new job. Teresa watched her from across the room, her eyes traced Valerie's every movement.

It was difficult not to feel a sense of irony. Teresa had kept her private persona hidden from her colleagues for so long, but now, after years of solitude in her office, she couldn't help but feel exposed.

Meanwhile, Valerie adjusted to her cubicle that was just across from Teresa's, singing softly to herself as she set up her workspace. Nothing seemed amiss in her world, but Teresa couldn't help but wonder how she would react if she knew about the other side of Teresa's existence.

Valerie's innocence was something that Teresa had lost a long time ago, and the idea of exposing her to that aspect of her life seemed terrifying.

Valerie looked up from her workspace and caught Teresa watching her from across the hall. She waved, a huge smile breaking across her face.

"Maybe we want to expose you." Chat teased.

Teresa's face flushed crimson as she quickly typed a response. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Valerie's cheerful demeanor was contagious, and Teresa soon found herself smiling as they discussed the ins and outs of their new job. Despite her initial reservations, Teresa found herself growing more comfortable with Valerie. After all, she didn't have to let her get too close. She just had to keep her other life a secret.

"Ask her about her sex life." Chat demanded, as the sound-effect of coins dropping made Teresa quickly mute her speaker. As she was doing so, a vibration surged within her core as her Luv-R vibrator hummed to life. She had completely forgotten she had inserted it earlier that day out of habit.

"I think you have your phone on silent," Valerie noted naively, as the vibration pulsed under Teresa's skirt.

Teresa quickly grabbed her phone, her body twitching at the accidental contact with her most sensitive area. This sent a shiver down her spine as the sensation coursed through her.

"Thanks for letting me know," Teresa managed, her face burning as she tucked her phone away and attempted to regain her composure.

As Valerie went back to adjusting her new desk, Teresa's thoughts centered on the humming sensation between her legs. The vibration had grown more intense, and Teresa bit her lower lip to stifle a moan. She closed her eyes, wondering if she should excuse herself to remove the toy or simply endure it.

Just then, Chat broke into her thoughts. "Ask, her, about, her, sex life."

Chat's voice echoed in Teresa's mind as she stood frozen in her office. The humming between her legs had intensified, leaving her no choice but to succumb to the pleasure coursing through her.

Teresa's eyes fluttered to meet Valerie's as she stood mere feet away, her voice unfaltering. "You were saying something about a Brad before. Is he your lover?" Teresa managed to ask, while meant to be low and sultry, there was a small squeak at the end that gave it away.

Valerie's laughter echoed through the office, as she answered playfully, "No, he's just the boy I've been seeing for a couple of months."

Teresa's body tensed, the humming between her legs growing more intense as every second passed, but her curiosity was now piqued.

 "Is it wise for a woman your age to call a guy a boy?" she choked out, taking a moment to compose herself.

Valerie looked as if she was about to say more but stopped, contemplating how much to volunteer. "I guess in many ways, part of me never left High School. I just prefer the simplicity of referring to guys as boys, even though it may seem childish," Valerie replied, her cheeks flushing a bright red.

Teresa's eyes remained locked on Valerie's, as the hum between her legs faded. "Ah, you’re saying that you haven't grown up yet?" she asked, taking a calculated risk in leading the conversation down a more intimate path. Teresa could feel the juices pooling between her legs, the wetness seeping into her panties.

Valerie looked like a deer caught in headlights as she stuttered, "I, uh, I just enjoy the simple things in life."

"No need to be embarrassed about that," Teresa's voice oozed with sensuality, as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. "We were all virgins once."

Teresa paused for a second, weighing her words. "But if you're telling me that you've never even explored any kind of—intimacy before, I find that hard to believe, with your looks and all."

Valerie swallowed, her cheeks flaring up by Teresa's directness. "I haven't exactly had many opportunities." Her gaze dropped sheepishly.

Teresa nodded at Valerie's comment, feeling a twinge of sympathy, knowing how frustrating it could be to live with a craving you can't satisfy.

"Um, can we just go to the bathroom whenever we want?" Valerie asked awkwardly. Her blushing cheeks were still warm from their heated conversation. Teresa felt a surge of power as she saw the vulnerability in Valerie.

"Of course," she replied, her voice dripping with faux compassion, "Whenever you need to."

Valerie smiled in relief as Teresa encouraged her to take a break. She only managed a hushed chuckle as she got up and went to the bathroom, leaving Teresa behind in her office.

Teresa sat in her chair, fingers drumming idly on her desk as she watched Valerie leave, not even trying to hide the predatory look in her eyes. She was on high alert, waiting for the right moment.

She turned to her computer monitor, or more accurately, the webcam innocently attached to it. A faint blue light indicated the webcam was on.

She could imagine it now, Valerie, her petite blonde colleague, the naïve young woman standing in stark contrast to Teresa.

Smiling to herself in the dimly lit workspace, Teresa typed a message to her viewers. "You were right, dammit."

Chat again had all agreed, "Of course we were." Chat wrote as a torrent of coin effects appeared on the screen. The intensity of the Luv-R's vibrations coursed through Teresa's core, and she couldn't help but imagine Valerie being the source of that pleasure.

"Take it slow."