Jane, the prim and proper office manager, finds herself craving release amidst the humdrum of work. Slipping into the toilet, she locks the door, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear of being caught. She hikes up her skirt, revealing her black thigh-highs and a lacy thong, and begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing the damp fabric. She imagines her colleague's hands on her, his breath hot on her neck, as she rubs her clit, her moans muffled by her other hand. Just as she's about to climax, she hears footsteps outside, forcing her to quickly compose herself and pretend she was just washing her hands.