“AHH!” The whack to the back of her hand stung more than it produced any pain. It being unexpected, Etolie was having even difficulty keeping her weight up and once again collapsed briefly on the desk. Sensitive breasts hit hard wood generating an ache through her that combined bliss as well oddly enough. Given how they had been altered both pleasure and pain was heightened.

The contact cleared her head a little more. She pushed back up into the assumed position finding that her punishment had been over for this infraction. Etolie still wasn't any closer to solving the mystery about the doll or Vera's motives. She might have been toying with her. She might have been giving her something to work towards. It was all so confusing at present.

Regardless of the case this moment had been scarred into her mind. The waves of pleasure that assailed her, how good she felt. There was nothing that had matched this, cumming so forcefully and shamefully.

She righted herself. Her legs more shaky without the support of the desk. “No. No other questions Ms. Matsumoto.”

Domestic work? That was for the servants or Amy. Neither was here and she thought better about complaining of conducting menial duties that were beneath her. When dismissed she headed out to the janitor's closet. It was slow going in the aftermath that continued to sweep over her. The worse of it was behind her but Etolie still felt the occasional tingling and areas of intense heat.

Breathing was tough too. Given how sensitive her orbs were. Taking deep breaths were more fulfilling but far more distracting on her other senses. Smaller breaths were easier to deal with but she had to take more of them keeping the stimulation continuous. She alternated between the two attempting to work out something. In the end deep held breaths worked but she could only hold her breath a few seconds unless she wanted to risk having to take rapid breaths after going without air for long. Something that she definitely wanted to avoid.

Now at the janitor's closet she was a bit baffled. She didn't know exactly what everything was. Rarely seeing a broom or mop in action. Fortunately she was no slouch with chemistry and could work out the best cleaning products to neutralize smells and clean up spills.

She surmised what she would need. The sensations not as intense now allowed her to give the problem some thought. She'd need stuff to dry up, oh, water of course! She figured it out returning with a bucket of water, towels, a mop and some bleach. It took her a bit to work out what the cart was for and finding a station to get some water at. Privilege hadn't been so kind with knowledge that most would have known without thinking about it. But she was smart enough to work out what was needed. She didn't watch too many movies often immersed in her studies or dealing with making connections.

Etolie struggled with the tools she acquired such as wringing the mop out and using the bucket to do so. Unless interrupted Etolie would spend the time figuring all that out. It took her a few minutes to realized she was still making a mess and had to use a towel to dry herself off as best as she could before getting back to work.

How did the staff make this look so easy? She worked through it though. Not bothering to ask Vera questions. Using a towel to dry up the floor as best as she could she used a cleaner on the front of the desk and the chair before toweling that off as well.

Her knees ached as she worked. There had to be an easier way to do this. She did have a bit of uncertainty when finishing. Never having done this before she needed Vera's input to see if she missed anything. If not then she packed up her satchel and returned the cleaning products. Dumping out the water and returning to her dorm for a quick shower and to get packed up afterwards if she couldn't find Amy to do it for her. In her current state she didn't think she could deal with the air head and didn't want to go out of her way to track her down if she didn't bump into her before hand. Not sure when the move was going to commence Etolie had the impression it would be imminent.

The less people seeing her in the sash right now the better. Once she was cleaned up she'd feel better about it though she held no shame at present Etolie simply didn't want to get caught up in conversation about her new position until she was cleaned up and preferably packed.