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by Cynthia (see image above)

Okay, I need to get this off my chest because I'm still dying of embarrassment, and I need to know if I'm the idiot here or if the universe just hates me. I had the most humiliating moment of my life last week, and my boss who is a 40y/o woman (attractive too) witnessed the whole thing. This is a long one, so hold on, because I'm about to confess to the cringiest Zoom fail in history.

I work at a small marketing firm, and we've been hybrid, so I'm home a couple days a week. My boss, let's call her Claire, is this super professional, put-together woman who's basically a walking LinkedIn profile. She's nice but intimidating, like she could probably run a marathon in heels and still look flawless. We have these weekly webcam Zoom one-on-ones to go over projects, and last Tuesday was one of those. I was prepared—cute top, hair done, coffee mug strategically placed to look like I'm a functioning adult. The call was great. We talked about a new campaign, she gave me some solid feedback, and I'm feeling like I nailed it. She says, "Great job, Cynthia, catch you later," and I hit "Leave Meeting." Except, plot twist: I didn't.

I don't know how I messed this up, but the Zoom window stayed open, webcam still on, broadcasting my every move to Claire, who apparently didn't leave either. Maybe she was taking notes or something? I have no clue. All I know is, what happened next is the stuff of nightmares, and I'm still not okay.

So, I'm feeling all proud of myself post-call, and I decide it's time to unwind. I fire up my Spotify playlist—you know, the one labeled "Bops I'd Never Admit To" with all the early 2000s pop hits. Britney Spears' "Toxic" comes on, and I'm feeling it. I grab my hairbrush like it's a microphone and start dancing around my apartment like I'm in a music video. We're talking full-on choreography—spins, hip shakes, the works. I'm belting out lyrics, living my pop star fantasy, completely unaware that Claire is still on the other end of the Zoom, probably watching this disaster unfold.

It gets worse. I'm getting sweaty from all my epic moves, so I yank off my nice blouse, because who needs clothes when you're channeling 2003 Britney? I'm now in this ancient sports bra with a literal hole in it, still dancing like nobody's watching. Then, because the universe decided I hadn't suffered enough, I felt hot and took the bra off completely. I'm singing, "With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride!" Yes. I'm still singing topless and with my boobs shaking everywhere. It's chaos. I'm a walking meme.

It gets worse. I start dancing sexy. Yes, I did! I started rubbing my body and got my nipples nice and hard as I danced. Making them feel good, cause hey, I'm alone ... RIGHT? And it continues (yep, still not done), I start moaning and am feeling really good and pull out a small vibrator to rub my nipples with. That thing usually makes me cum in seconds and as I was about to ... yes ... I look over ...

... at my laptop, and my soul leaves my body. The Zoom window is still open. Claire's video square is there, and her face is this mix of "What is happening?" and trying not to laugh so hard. I let out a scream that probably woke my neighbors, slam my laptop shut, and just sit there, hyperventilating. My dog's looking at me like, "You good?" Spoiler: I'm not good. My boss just saw me pretty much masturbating, dancing like a reject from a talent show, spilling my bare breasts everywhere, and cursing like I'm in a Tarantino movie. I'm ready to delete my existence and start over as a hermit in the woods.

I spend the next hour in a full-on panic spiral. I text my best friend, who laughs so hard she sends me a voice message of her wheezing. "You're a legend," she says, but I'm like, "No, I'm fired!" I'm imagining Claire emailing HR about my "unprofessional behavior" or worse, sharing this at the next team meeting like, "Let's talk about Cynthia's performance." I can't even touch my laptop without feeling like I'm going to pass out.

Finally, I get an email from Claire, and I open it like I'm defusing a bomb. I'm braced for a "We need to discuss your conduct" vibe, but instead, it's so chill it's almost worse. She writes: "Cynthia, solid ideas today. Loved your enthusiasm. Quick tip: always check your Zoom before you, uh, unwind. ?? P.S. Britney's a classic." I'm torn between relief and wanting to crawl into a hole. She's not mad, she's teasing me, but now I know she saw EVERYTHING. AITA for not double-checking my Zoom? Because I feel like the biggest slut alive.

The next day, we have a team Zoom, and I'm sweating through my shirt. I'm convinced everyone knows, but Claire's acting like nothing happened, asking about deadlines all calm and professional. I'm on edge, triple-checking my webcam settings like I'm in the CIA. After the call, she DMs me: "Don't stress, we've all had Zoom oopsies. Your secret's safe." And I'm like, okay, Claire is a saint, but I'm still traumatized.

By the end of the week, I'm starting to laugh about it, mostly because my friend keeps sending me Britney GIFs with captions like "Cynthia at 3 PM." It's kind of hilarious in a "I'll never recover" way. I've put a sticky note over my webcam now, because I'm not taking chances. That playlist? Deleted. It's cursed.

But then the strange part of the story enters into play. I find myself getting turned on by it. No way I would do it again, but the thought won't leave, and my dreams are about it, and I wake up wet, and I don't know if I want my boss to have been wet too. I think I want her to have been turned on. God I could cum so hard right now.

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