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The cold tile of the stall floor pressed against her knees. She parted her lips, waiting for the next anonymous cock to slide through the hole. Each time one appeared, she took it without hesitation, savoring the taste of salt and skin. The woman in the picture used to be a brilliant scientist, her hands once occupied with delicate instruments and detailed research papers. She wore the white coat with pride, certain that her contributions would change the world. But day after day, she was met with condescending smirks and quiet dismissals from the men who surrounded her. They praised her appearance while disregarding her intellect, insisting that complex analysis and leadership were masculine domains. Gradually their patronizing words seeped into her thoughts, the belief that a woman’s mind is simply not wired for science, that she should stick to simpler tasks… more suitable tasks. She eventually began to believe them. Now, on her knees in this stall, she finally understood her purpose. This was where a woman like her belonged, serving men, pleasing them silently and perfectly. A new cock pushed through the opening, hard and demanding. She opened wider, taking it deep into her throat. No equations or hypotheses filled her mind anymore, only the certainty that this was what she was made for.