Exposed at the Office - Sex Stories

Exposed at the Office

... completely dry. My palms are clammy. I can feel heat prickling up my spine, my knees trembling in a full on panic attack. What am I going to do? I shake my head, to try and think logically. I have to get out of this situation. Should I just get up and walk away? No, the photos would be shared, I'd be fired for sure, I couldn't hope to get a reference. That's not an option. I toy with the possibility of pulling off a daring heist and somehow stealing Sophie's phone and the key, and liberating myself that way, but I know it's unrealistic - I couldn't unlock her phone even if I had it, and I have no idea where she keeps the key.

I have no choice.

I have to go through with the tasks.

I try to think logically. I'll need to keep my shoes until last - walking around barefoot will attract the most attention (as I knew from this morning), and I want to avoid that as much as possible. I'm already one button down on my blouse, which is gaping and revealing my bra even now, so maybe I could lose the bra? I'd prefer to keep my stockings on to get Sophie her coffee.

So, that's my plan. Head to Starbucks first. Get the coffee and a pastry. Hide my bra in the pastry bag and deliver it to Sophie's desk. Then find a reason to go to Mr Daniels' office and drop my stockings, doubtless for Sophie to collect. Finally, some copying. I can reload the paper tray and drop my shoes into the cupboard, then back to my desk to wait. It's only about thirty feet away; once I'm back my feet will ...

... be hidden and I can occupy myself at my screen until I get the key's location from Sophie. Then I can dash back to Mr Daniels' office, and this nightmare will be over. It occurs to me that Sophie can't be trusted. How do I know she will keep her end of the bargain? I don't. I can't. Of course I can't. But what choice do I have?

Five minutes have already elapsed.

I lock my screen, grab my purse, and get moving.

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Starbucks is just across the street from the office. I'm breathless already, knowing that I need to move fast to get everything back in time. I dash across the road, keeping my skirt down with my hand, and pull the door of the coffee shop open. Of course, there's a queue. Of course there is. I stand and wait, shifting from foot to foot uneasily, suddenly more conscious than ever of my nakedness under my skirt, of the missing top button on my blouse and my little boobs pressed high up on my chest. Better make the most of that uplift, I think to myself wryly, as the bra will be gone soon...

I make my way forward and think about what I need to get. Something that comes in a big enough pastry bag so that I can conceal my bra in it, along with whatever I've bought. I decide on a chocolate swirl pastry, as it's long and thin and will give me enough room. I wonder what coffee Sophie would like? I shouldn't care...I should hate her. And I do, of course I do! She has me pinned like a school bully, but still, from deep within me is that desire, that need, to ...