When Jason broke up with me, I felt worse than if I’d been run over by a tractor-trailer.

I couldn’t move to get up for a smoke; I couldn’t even cry. All I could think of was all the work I’d put into the relationship with that bastard!

At work, I just put my head down on my desk and waited for my boss to come over and say, “Gina, you’re fired.” I had to pull myself together. I gathered up the daily reports, put them in an interoffice mail envelope, and addressed it to my supervisor.

My hands dropped to my thighs as I remembered how the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with had licked his way from my thighs to my belly ring. He always used his tongue to make my ring dance in impossible ways. I licked my lips, feeling my nipples get hard, and kept the image of Jason pleasuring me in the front of my mind. But my resentment got the better of me, and I grew angry.

I shut down my computer and tidied up my workspace. It was 15 minutes before closing. I had never missed a day of work in four years, so I felt entitled to leave early, maybe take a few vacation days. I grab-bed my bag, slammed my chair under the desk, and headed for the ladies’ room.

I was about to put on some lipstick when a sudden surge of energy came over me. I stepped into a stall, pulled down my panties, and let my nails caress my clit, sending a delicious sensation throughout my body. I needed to come, and I wanted to savor every moment. I licked two fingers and lowered my hand. Feeling for the two small barbells on my clit piercing, I massaged them gently, feeling that inner warmth turn to heat. I slowly inserted two fingers, then three, into my aching pussy, feeling for that special spot. The explosion I felt was more intense than usual, taking over every fiber of my being. As my pelvis tightened, it felt as if my eyes were going to burst out of my head. Oh, God, did I come!

I felt my juices flowing between my fingers and I luxuriated in my sexual escapade. I stepped out of my green thong so I could spread my legs while my head rested on the tiled wall. I briefly thought about how I was going to get back at Jason for dumping me. But there was no point: The relationship was over, and I had to move on.

I pulled up my thong and exited the stall. I stood in front of the mirror and splashed some water on my face to tone down my flush. Before leaving, I applied my lipstick with the intention of making it clear that I could suck the hell out of any man’s cock. I blew a kiss at my reflection, winked, and left the ladies’ room.

I managed to get the exact reaction I wanted from everyone I passed in the hall — I felt confident and sexy. At the elevator, I glanced over to my left and saw Tim, the new guy, smiling at me.

“Hi, Gina,” he said. “Where are you off to?”

“Hey, Tim,” I replied. “I’m going to get a drink. I need to vent. Would you care to join me?” I walked into the elevator, hoping Tim would follow. He did.

“So who’s buying the first round?” he asked, leaning in close. I smiled.

“If you give me something to work with, maybe I will,” I said seductively.

On the way down, I kept wondering why things turned out the way they did. I hadn’t cheated on Jason, and I’d given him everything he could want. But there was one thing I did know — I was not going to let this Thursday night go to waste.