Exposed at the Office - Sex Stories

Exposed at the Office

... as I go. I put out my hands to break my fall, and my blouse flies open like a set of wings. And then I land, naked and exposed on the office floor, Sophie holding my skirt aloft like she's just captured the flag.

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I crouch on the floor, and it's like time has stopped. Heads, mid-turn; eyes, staring at me; mouths, gaping. I cannot believe that I am lying on the floor, in front of the whole office, completely naked except for a ripped-open sleeveless blouse. The shame and mortification overwhelms me, my brain refusing to work, my limbs trapped like they're buried under liquid cement. Then some part of me, some primal, animal part, reacts without the need for conscious thought. Fight, flight and freeze compete for a moment, and flight wins. I grab the silver key, and scuttle, almost naked, into Mr Daniels' office. I imagine the view I've given the office of my naked behind as I push the door shut and stand, panting, with my back to the door as I click it shut.

I take a moment, then rush to the desk. Maybe if I can get my panties, at least I can salvage some dignity. My fingers shake as I try to get the key into the lock, and I drop it. Fuck! I scramble on the floor, my blouse flapping uselessly open, and retrieve it. This time I get it into the lock. I turn it, and yank the drawer open.

It is empty.

I reach in, search all corners, as though magically my salvation is going to appear out of thin air. But, of course, it doesn't. There is nothing there. No hope. ...

... I am trapped, in my boss's office, with only a ripped-open, sleeveless blouse for cover. It doesn't cover my ass or my pussy. I am barefoot, completely exposed. My makeup is ruined. And I am broke. I think this is my lowest point.

And then the office door opens, and Mr Daniels walks in.

I don't need to imagine what he is thinking, because it is written all over his face. An almost-naked girl, standing in his office, hands rummaging through his private desk drawer...his face shows the total contempt, disgust and horror he feels at this intrusion.

"What the FUCK?" he says.

My mouth flops open, but no words come. I can't move. I can feel my exposed nipples hardening, at this moment of all moments, as goosebumps prickle across my skin. I'm conscious of my mouth opening and closing like a stupid fucking goldfish, silently, like I'm underwater.

And then Sophie appears, right behind him. She whispers in his ear. She shows him something on her phone. He looks at me, his face twisting in disgust. She keeps whispering. I can see the colour rising in his tanned cheeks, the fury. He turns to Sophie, says a couple of words. She smiles, shoots me a look of pure triumph, and ducks out of the office.

Mr Daniels takes a step towards me. I flinch involuntarily, half expecting him to lash out, but he doesn't. He simply holds out his hand.

"Your blouse," he says.

It isn't a request. It's a command.

Automatically, programmed for obedience, I remove my blouse and hand it ...