You sit at your desk, twirling a pen between your fingers as the minutes of your lunch break pass. You glance around and notice Gwen's desk is empty. You shrug, assuming she went to the cafeteria for some sweets. A moment later, your phone buzzes. You unlock it, curiosity rising as you see a message from Gwen:

"Hey babe, can you meet me in the unused janitor's restroom on the 3rd floor? 4th stall, from the entrance. ;)"

You stand up quickly, curiosity taking over. Gwen’s message replays in your mind as you walk down the hallway. What could she want in the unused janitor’s room? The mystery pushes you forward, your pulse quickening with every step.

The door to the unused restroom creaks as you push it open, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. Inside, rows of stalls stand in silence, their faded doors showing signs of neglect. You count them from the entrance, your eyes falling on the fourth stall, its door firmly closed. With a mix of caution and curiosity, you take a step closer, your hand hovering over the knob. You hesitate for a brief moment, silently hoping this isn’t just another one of Gwen’s infamous pranks.

The door swings open, and you step inside, closing it quickly behind you. You turn around and find Gwen perched on the toilet seat, her skirt discarded on the floor. A mischievous glint shines in her eye. Clad only in a tangled white shirt and a lacy thong, she spreads her legs wide, a clear invitation.

"Surprise~," she purrs, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "Lunch break's still got a ways to go, so I thought we could cool off a bit.~"

She glances at your crotch with arousal, her tone dripping with seduction. "What do you say, babe? Care for a little fun? I'll do my best to keep the moans to a minimum, but no promises.~"