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Oy remember when it was easier to write things when real life obligations didn't get in the way? Sorry for the hiatus, here is part one of a two part series. Hope you enjoy!


It was too early in the day to feel nauseous, but for Rebecca one e-mail was enough to make her hover over the trash bin by her desk, clutching her stomach with both hands as her body went into its fight-or-flight response in response to the growing sense of panic. Sweat ran down h her forehead and her throat strained from choking back the urge to cry. All she wanted to do in that moment was crawl under her desk and never come out, not after everyone knew her secret.

The e-mail was addressed to the company e-mail account and so at first, Rebecca didn't pay much attention to it when she saw the "FWD" abbreviation in the subject. When she saw that the message was from a company called "Intimate Touch," a lingerie store that she loved buying from, the first tinge of anxiety entered her mind. Who on earth would be stupid to forward their own e-mail to the entire staff? her curiosity got the best of her and she clicked on the e-mail. the moment the screen flashed with the contents, Rebecca's heart dropped as she let out a gasp.

The beginning of the message read "Dear Rebecca. Thank you for your recent order! based on your previous purchase, and below that message was the image of a woman's posterior, clad only in a tiny red lace thong with a bow attached to the back with the caption, "Red-lace Holiday Thong." Below the image, the message continued, "We thought you'd like to try:" and below the message was an image of a woman, kneeling on a velvet bed with her back facing the camera. She was a tall blonde with blue eyes, her smooth tanned back shining under the photo lights. She had a smile that peered over her shoulder with her hands covering her naked breasts, almost as if to play cute with the person she teased. Below, wrapped around her waist was a lime green waistband with lace trim, curving around each leg but that was where the fabric stopped. In plain view was the blonde model's posterior, clenched tight in between the lace leg holes that made up the "Peek-A-Boo backless panties" that the store felt Rebecca should own. It looked like someone cut out the back and let the woman's plump cheeks fall through the seat, hanging out there for easy access to any lover who wanted to take them from behind. Instead of seeing the blonde model in the photo, Rebecca saw herself instead, a red headed woman with light skin and green eyes in her mid 20s with a body still young enough to be desired by college students but mature enough to be at her peak physical condition. She felt proud in landing a high paying job at such a young age. Now it was all going to end thanks to one stupid e-mail.

Covering her hand with her mouth, Rebecca tried to banish the thought of seeing herself wear something so skimpy, but after knowing everyone in the company received this e-mail, all she could think of was how everyone would pretend to see her in this racy garment. Worst of all, she had just been given a promotion and now, it would be hard to perceive her as executive public relations manager when they viewed her as an underwear model. With her mind racing, Rebecca tried to run different scenarios in her head. Maybe no one saw the e-mail. Or even better, it automatically got filtered into the spam folder to which no one would have read it.

All of Rebecca's hopes were dashed when she saw a follow up e-mail from the head of the HR department. She opened the message and in all CAPS letters it read "PLEASE DON'T FORWARD PERSONAL E-MAILS TO THE STAFF E-MAIL ACCOUNT! FURTHERMORE, DO NOT SENT INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT TO STAFF EITHER OR WE WILL HAVE TO WRITE YOU UP PER OUR SEXUAL HARASSMENT POLICY."

"Oh my god." Rebecca whispered under her breath as she planted her face on her keyboard. Because of this e-mail, everyone would get curious and then see where she shopped for lingerie. She could feel her face getting warmer with every new catastrophe that entered her head. But before she could ruminate anymore, her phone rang. She was so startled she nearly jumped as she fumbled with her office phone. "Th-this is Rebecca."

"Rebecca!" a soft high pitched voice exclaimed. It was Marcy, Rebecca's co-worker and friend in the sales department. "Did you see the e-mail?"

Rebecca put her hand over the speaker of the phone and said, "Yes! Marcy I swear to you I never forwarded this to the staff e-mail. I'd never do that!"

"If you didn't, do you think your e-mail was hacked?" Marcy asked, "Someone's playing a prank perhaps."

"But who would hack my e-mail just to humiliate me like this?"

"I don't know, trolls don't make sense with the pranks they pull. Unless, do you think it's someone getting back at you for something?"

"No! Who would ever have an issue with-oh shit." Rebecca said and then a big piece of the puzzle fell into place.

It was during the early weeks of December at the company holiday party that Rebecca met Jason, one of the engineers for the company whose job was to develop ipad and iphone software for their database program. Rebecca heard some negative stereotypes about engineers before, how they were anti-social and were often awkward. Jason was not the case. He was a handsome man in his late 20's, standing tall at 6 feet. He wore a blue blazer jacket under a light blue button up. His dark hair was cropped short, almost looking shaved under the dark lights in the hotel that hosted the party. To Rebecca, he looked like an athlete, not just because of his wide muscular frame. The way he spoke sounded like he was doing an interview for his team, talking how this year was looking good and that they're looking forward to blowing away the competition with their new apps. Best of all, he actually knew the technical jargon to explain why their technology was better than other companies.

With her third glass of red wine in hand, Rebecca stood quietly and listened as Jason wowed her with his intelligence and charmed her with his sense of humor as he made fun of other coworkers within the company. By the time the music kicked in, she and Jason were dancing together and her heart soared. By that time the wine gave her the confidence to ask Jason if he was single and he said he'd just gotten out of a relationship. At first she felt guilty asking, but the smile on his face gave her the confidence to stand on her tip toes to kiss him. It was later that night at his place after they had sex that he revealed to Rebecca who his former partner was.

Her name was Alison and she also worked for the company. She was head of security for the building, which meant she was in charge of assigning officers to certain locations in addition to monitoring all surveillance. Rebecca had never spoke to Alison before but did see her in passing a few times. She was slightly older, in her early 30's with dark brown hair that she wore in a tight bun. Impenetrable was the word Rebecca used to describe the officer the way she kept a stoic face anywhere she went. It was hard to tell if she was athletically fit or if the bulky police uniform she wore gave her the strong physique she had. Jason described her as being slightly curvy, with hips that he loved to run his hand along when they cuddled.

Rebecca asked whey they broke up and Jason had told her that while he liked Alison's blunt and sometimes dominant personality, she was also racist, an unattractive trait he found as their relationship progressed. It was bad enough that when they first made love he was turned off when she asked him to "fuck her with that big black dick of yours." to which he asked her not to say that. But whenever issues like crime or poverty was brought up, she would always state how it was often "those peoples' fault" and that "they should stop whining about how their lives were harder and get jobs." Jason said he tried to talk with Alison about it but anytime he tried, she would just say it was the way she was raised and finally he decided to end it.

Ever since the break up, interactions with Alison were awkward as she stormed past Jason whenever he walked by. According to him, no one rejected her unless she wanted to reject them and so he jokingly warned Rebecca that, "Careful, she might try getting back at you," to which they both laughed and went to sleep.



Back in her cubicle, Rebecca wondered she really did have Alison to thank for this predicament.. Either way, there was no way Rebecca wanted to find out. Finding out meant leaving her cubicle and that was a fear she couldn't overcome. It was still early in the morning and that meant no one would know she was in. All she needed to do was stay at her desk for the entire day. This task didn't seem impossible until around lunch time when she felt the need to use the restroom. As the day progressed, she found it best to fight back her growing anxiety by drinking water, more out of nervousness than the actual need to hydrate herself. But by the time noon came by, her bladder signaled that it was at its limit.

Crossing her legs to try and fight back the biology of her body, Rebecca tried to focus on her computer, typing up an e-mail to an advertising company they wanted to reach out to. She tried composing a professional letter starting with "Dear Alayna Krusk. My name is Rebecca Beatty and I represent.." it was at this time that an image entered Rebecca's mind. It was of herself, but instead of wearing the business suit she normally wore, she pictured herself speaking in nothing but her red holiday themed thong. Even in this bad daydream, Rebecca was embarrassed, squealing as she bent forward t cover her tiny panties from this company she wrote to. Rebecca closed her eyes and tried to banish the thought of speaking to this agency with no clothes on and continue writing. "We are interested in negotiating an advertising spot for our new product.." again a new image came up. This time it was Rebecca, holding up an iphone with the logo of the company's new app only Rebecca had her thonged backside showing as she turned around to smile. Rebecca could feel sensation of being half naked, her defenses as a professional public relations representative taken from her and replaced with being a foolish and lusty vixen.

"Godammit." Rebecca hissed as she shook her head. By now the urge to pee overrode her conscious mind again and she clutched the desk with sweaty palms. She just wanted to stay in the safe privacy of her cubicle but then the thought of peeing herself at work seemed more humiliating than being seen after everyone saw what unmentionables she wore. Poking her head above her cubicle, Rebecca saw that her department wasn't too populated. About a half dozen heads could be seen at their own desks and most of them were busy eating lunch or working. It would be simple, all she needed to do was power-walk to the restroom and back and then no one would know she was there.

Rising from her chair, Rebecca took a deep breath and then ran as fast as she could, stepping on the balls of her feet to run as quietly as she could towards the bathroom. The mix of sounds from the taping of keyboards to the opening of file drawers made her heart beat go up as she ducked low to hide under each cubicle wall. When she finally reached the other side of hte office she aw the women's bathroom on the right and sprinted inside. Once she was in a stall, Rebecca unzipped the back of her skirt and pulled down, looking at her underwear for the first time and froze. She chose to wear a purple thong with polka dots today and in looking down at the tiny fabric, she blushed.
It wasn't like it was a big deal, but after finding out everyone knew where she shopped, Rebecca almost felt like her underwear, despite being under her clothes, could be seen by everyone. She was so self conscious, she made sure to hide her underwear in her skirt as she pushed it down to her ankles before finally sitting on the toilet. When she finished, she quickly flushed and pulled her skirt up as fast as she could, not wanting to risk someone seeing them as she stood up.


Now the last hill Rebecca needed to climb was getting back to her desk. Then she wouldn't need to eat or drink anything for the rest of the day. She left the bathroom and peaked around the corner. By now, more people had arrived to work but they were still at their desks. She'd have to act quicker to avoid being seen. To her immediate left was the path that led straight to her side of office and then after that, she'd just need to make an immediate right to make it to safety.


Crouching down, Rebecca made her break for her desk, not bothering to look at the other coworkers in the office. She really should have because had she been looking, she would've seen a man at about 5'8" wearing a v-neck sweater and thick rimmed glasses about to cross her path. His name was Matt and he was with accounting. "Rebecca?" he asked.


Rebecca was so startled that she let out a yelp and jumped back, causing everyone else within five feet of her to look up. "Matt!" she said. "Jesus you scared the shit out of me."


"Sorry." Matt said, "I just was wondering if you were okay, you looked like you pulled your back or something."


"Well I didn't. Now please, I have to get back to my desk."


"Doing some more online shopping?" Matt said with an inflection in his
voice that rose almost in sync with his eyebrow.

"Doing some shopping what are you-" Rebecca was about to say and the noticed Matt's gaze was not meeting her eyes, it met her lower torso. In that moment she knew he stared at where her panties would be, imagining the red lacy thong in the e-mail. It was like he had found X-ray vision and was using it to oggle her body under her clothes. Rebecca's face turned red as she hugged her lower body and said. "Fuck off!"


Matt didn't respond, but someone else did. It was a snicker coming from the desk behind matt. Behind him was an African American woman with dark hair, giving Rebecca the side eye. Rebecca couldn't believe it, even this woman was objectifying her. She looked up and saw about a dozen employees staring at their computers with smiles on their faces and then looking up at her. Some men crossed their legs as they made triple takes on their screen and then looked up at Rebecca to match the image of the thong to her body. Women held their hands to their mouths, in shock that an upper level management person was so foolish in doing something so naughty.


Rebecca's legs rubbed against each other as she hugged herself tighter, never knowing it was possible to feel so naked even with clothes on. In that moment, she became more self conscious of her senses and could literally feel the fabric of her skirt touching the exposed cheeks of her posterior where her thong didn't cover. They know. She thought, they knew she was wearing a thong in this moment and from this day on, anytime they'd look at her they'd imagine her without clothes. The thought was so upsetting, Rebecca felt her eyes get watery and as a last ditch effort, she turned and walked to her desk, resisting the urge to cover her backside. Even with the office out of her line of sight, she could still hear the cacaphony of hushed voices talking to each other about the scandalous e-mail.

Rebecca made it to her desk and collapsed, planting her head over her desk and choked back tears. It wasn't even noon and she already wanted to go home. Even more, she wanted to be held by Jason and be told that everything would be okay. She thought he was there when she felt a tap on her shoulder but then it was the low voice of a woman that sent a chill up her spine. "Having a bad day?"


Standing behind Rebecca was Alison, dressed in her black security uniform with her badge pinned on the chest. She looked down at Rebecca with a small grin and said, "Someone should really change their password to something that's less obvious than a simple 12345 code, there's no telling what hackers could find."


Rebecca's fists clenched as she heard Alison's confession. "You b*tch." she hissed, grabbing her armchair to rise from her seat. Before she could, Alison pushed her back in the chair, knocking her back into the desk. "Watch it Rebecca." she said, "You're talking to head of security. Not only am I more trained to beat your ass, but I'm in charge of your safety. So if I were you, I'd keep this little talk between us." Alison tilted her head just to admire the look of fear on Rebecca's face as she processed this new information. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, almost like she saw a ghost.


"Pl...please don't do anything else." Rebecca whispered.


Alison curled her lip and looked up, "Hmm I don't know. You have so much interesting stuff to share in your e-mail. Your lingerie preferences, what bath products you buy, what sex toys you like to use."


Rebecca gasped as Alison leaned forward to drop that bombshell and she closed her eyes to banish the thought of seeing those e-mails show up in her inbox. "You're career is mine you little sl*t." Alison hissed. "That's what you get for taking my man from me."


"H-he said he broke up with you."


"And I was going to get him back." Alison said, clamping down hard on Rebecca's wrist. "So now that you took him from me, I'm going to be teaching you a lesson over the next couple of days. You take them like a good girl, and you might keep your job. Got it?"


"...yes." Rebecca said in a low voice, unable to even look Alison in the eye.


"Good." Alison said in a normal voice. "Well have a nice day!" and with that, she turned and walked away from Rebecca's desk leaving Rebecca in her seat and feeling more exposed than she had been when she walked into work this morning.
****

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Jason asked as he cradled Rebecca in his arms.


"No." she said in a low voice. her throat was sore from crying and she just wanted to stay in bed with Jason until she died, never facing the humiliation of the day again. "She'll just do something else to make my life worse."

"But if you don't say anything to HR, she'll keep harassing you."


"What can I do? She's head of security. She fucking hacked my e-mail account!" Rebecca could feel the tears flowing through again as she reviewed her level of hopelessness against Alison. "There's nothing I can do but get humliated day after day.


Jason ran his hands through Rebecca's hair and made a shushing noise. "Look, if you want, I can walk with you to your desk and back. I know it doesn't mean much but at least it'll keep others from making fun of you. Maybe then other people will see how bad it's affecting you."

"Thank you." she said as she kissed his arm. "But I think I should be okay. It's just Alison I'm worried about so maybe other people will step in when they see how far she's taking it." Sighing, Rebecca buried her head in Jason's chest and closed her eyes. It was ten o clock and she had to get up for work the next day. The dread of waking up in the morning and re-living that humiliation left goosebumps on her skin.

"What can I do baby?" Jason whispered.

Rebecca broke away from Jason and rolled on her stomach, presenting her back to him. "Just help me forget."
****
the next morning, Rebecca got up before Jason and went to work early. She always exercised in the company gym on Wednesdays but this morning she wanted to go extra early and work off some much built up angst that she had from the day earlier. Not only that, but showing up early meant she could avoid being seen by coworkers.

She crept into the building and quietly tip toed into the women's locker, trying to avoid making any noise that might draw attention to herself. Once inside, she was able to relax and take her time packing her work clothes in her locker and heading to the weight room. With her headphones on and the help of a treadmill, Rebecca was able to block out the noise of Alison and her cruel prank. With every step and increase of her pulse, Rebecca's mind wandered to a place of tranquility, the growing ache in her legs acting as a stronger distraction than what tormented her mind. Even the sweating that Rebecca usually hated was something she took comfort in, the heat of her body acting like a warm comforting blanket from the cold isolation she felt at work.


By the time she stopped to take a break, Rebecca realized she was five minutes late. Cursing under her breath, quickly rushed to the shower, throwing her gym clothes on top of her bag and tried to take the fastest shower she could. in her panic of being tardy, she forgot all about the safety precautions she took earlier in hiding from others. She was a model employee, that's what had gotten her so far with the company and yet, this and her recent exposed e-mail, were going to be the early cracks in her armor that would shatter that reputation.

After turning the faucet off, Rebecca rushed back to the locker room, clutching a towel over her body. She got to her locker and her heart stopped when she looked down on the bench and saw that her gym bag was gone. "No..." she muttered as she looked around to see where it could have gone. She was the only one inside and the locker room looked spotless. "No goddammit!" she cursed as pounded a nearby locker door. It was when she put her hands on it for stability that she saw her own locker door wasn't completely shut, the door sticking out ever so slightly.

Quickly, Rebecca opened the door hoping that her work clothes would still be there. What she found was something much less assuring. Folded on the bottom of her locker was a white button up shirt and a black miniskirt on top of that. Next to them was a black pair of high heels. These three garments were not what caught Rebecca's attention. What did was the pair of lace green panties sitting on top of the skirt next to a leopard print brassier, almost as if to mock her. Facing the front was the backless hole of the panties, the same pair that had been recommended to her by Intimate Touch. Rebecca felt herself get nauseous as she realized what had happened. In her panic, she managed to let someone swipe all of her clothes, replacing them with this ridiculous getup. "Fucking b*tch!" she yelled as she pounded the locker again. There was no way she could get out of this and the helplessness she felt was testing her mental resources to cope.

Minutes passed as she stared at the skimpy clothing left for her, Rebecca knew she was walking into a trap, but it was either wearing the clothes that Alison left her or walk into the office with no towel. She couldn't even call Jason because she left her phone with her gym clothes. She checked the clock in the locker and saw that she only had five minutes until her shift started. "FINE!" she shouted as she unraveled her towel and reached for the shirt. Perhaps she could get away with just wearing the clothes and not the loud looking underwear, that was after all what Alison was hoping to humiliate Rebecca with.

As she put her arms through the sleeves of the white shirt, Rebecca could feel that it was a size too small the way it constricted around her shoulders. She was worried she wouldn't be able to button it up but was relieved when she found that there was enough slack to slip each button through its little slit. Just as she was about to feel relaxed in thinking this might work, she reached for the top two buttons but stopped when she couldn't feel them. Pinching the right side of the shirt, Rebecca ran her fingers up and down looking for the last two buttons and looked down to see that they had been cut off. "God dammit!" she cursed as she leaned against the locker. Alison had sabotaged the shirt so it could be low enough to show off Rebecca's cleavage. Her breasts, already too big to be held down by the tiny shirt, were at risk of spilling out from the low V-neck that was left by the missing two buttons. Indeed, Rebecca could see the tanned circular outlines of her nipples as they pressed against the cotton. All it would take would be a few footsteps to give people a sneek peak at them and the thought made her wrap an arm around them. Not wanting to show off her nakedness, Rebecca undid the shirt and put on the leopard print bra before putting the shirt back on. She stared at herself in the nearby mirror and could see that the upper half of the spotted brassier was in plain view. "I'm going to fucking kill you Alison." she whispered as she hugged her chest to cover the tacky bra she had to wear.

Now came the bottoms. Just staring at the green backless underwear made Rebecca upset to the point of crying, so she grabbed the skirt and stepped into it. With any luck, it would be low enough to cover her lower naked half, she'd only wished she'd have shaved her pubic area as it was covered by a large triangular patch of unkempt light red hair. By the time she zipped up the mini skirt, Rebecca crossed her legs to shield her nakedness from the draft it felt. Looking down, she could see that the skirt extended down to her upper thighs. To make matters worse, when she turned around to look at her backside in the mirror, she shrieked when she saw just the tiniest peek at the lower half of her posterior, sticking out as if to say, "I'm not properly covered."

Reaching around to grab the skirt and pull it down, Rebecca felt the urge to cry at how helpless Alison had left her. not only that, but the skirt made her feel self conscious about how curvy her ass was, something she normally took pride in, but today, it was a sign of how "loose" she would seem if she dared to bend down. Looking once more at the green pair of Peek-a-boo panties, Rebecca let out a deep sigh and reached for them.

With her thumbs hooked in the waistband, Rebecca pulled them open and lifted one leg to step into the panties, finding it difficult to locate the correct leg hole since there were three gaping spaces in this skimpy underwear. It required keeping the panties pulled open almost like she was trying to fold a cat's cradle out of string. Closing her eyes, Rebecca pulled up and winced as the underwear was finally around her lower region. Immediately, her hands moved to her backside where she could feel the smooth texture of cheeks like they were spilling out of the hole in the back.

Rebecca tugged on her skirt, trying to lower it so it hung over her exposed ass while also trying to keep it high enough so it wouldn't show off the top of her panties. She became so frazzled she almost punched her locker in anger again. She turned around to look at herself in the mirror and covered her face at the ridiculous image she portrayed. With her short skirt, low rise shirt and exposed bra, Rebecca seemed more like a Britney Spears backup dancer than a respected executive and she hugged her torso in a moment of vulnerability. How was she going to pull this off?

Looking up at the clock on the wall, she gasped when she realized she was running late. Quickly, Rebecca put on the high heels that were left and nearly stumbled from how awkward they were. Her heels were practically vertical the way the back of the shoes rose. They clicked on the tile and Rebecca had to keep her arms swayed out to maintain her balance. When she made her first step outside of the locker room was when she hesitated to move. Now she was out at work wearing next to nothing. the thought of that gave her goosebumps and she knew she had to book it to her cubicle so as not to be seen.
As she ran to the elevator, the breeze picked up and Rebecca could feel it under her skirt. With both hands holding down the back of it, she picked up speed, turning around as fast as she could once she was inside becuase she knew there was a security camera aimed at the front of the elevator. She could just picture Alison watching from the security room, laughing sadistically at her humiliation. The numbers indicating floors went up one by one and Rebecca treated it as a countdown to planning the exact route she would take to safety.

The bell rung and the doors opened, revealing a small morning rush of employees who had just arrived. Wrapping her arms around her torso, Rebecca ran out of the elevator as fast as she could and made a beeline for her cubicle.
"Rebecca?"

"AHH!" she screamed as the voice startled her, causing her to jump back against the wall, cleavage sticking out with full force towards Marcy, a brown haired woman in her 20s wearing a more conservative black skirt and matching blazer.

Marcy's face twisted in a mix of horror and confusion as she stared at her friends' inappropriate getup. "Uhh...did you lose a bet or are you trying out a new way at getting clients?"

Immediately, Rebecca squeezed her legs together as she folded her arms over her body, bending low to hide as much as possible. "That b*tch Alison stole my clothes!" she whispered. "Marcy i need help. do you have something, anything I can cover up with?"
"I have my coat, let's go get it." she said as she gestured for Rebecca to follow her.
"Marcy you're a life saver." Rebecca said, huddling close behind Marcy, using her as a shield to conceal her own body.

"Just remember that next time a position in your department opens up." Marcy wisecracked.
Rebecca laughed nervously, tugging on the back of her skirt to reassure herself that it covered her panties and imagined how lucky she was to find Marcy in the nick of time. Just within a few moments she could be covered and then ride this uncomfortable moment until lunch. Then she would just go home and get new clothes.

In all her planning, Rebecca's alertness to her surroundings faded and as she passed a hallway, she didn't see Alison hiding around the corner. Holding a hand over her mouth to cover the grin, Alison watched as Rebecca passed by, waiting for her to stand right in front of a series of cubicles. When she was in plain view, Alison ran up behind Rebecca and grabbed the back of her skirt, shouting, "HEY REBECCA! WHAT'S WITH THE GETUP!?" before pulling on the back so hard, it ripped clean off Rebecca's body.

Before Rebecca could jump from being startled, she felt her body spin around from the force of the skirt being ripped off her, pivoting her to where her back faced the audience of coworkers who looked up from their desks. Rebecca's scream was muted by the collective gasp her coworkers made when they got a glimpse of her backless panties facing them in clean view. Rebecca was so shocked her legs locked up as she held her hands up, a stunned open mouthed face staring at Marcy, begging her for help.

The back of the panties were snug around Rebecca, making her pale white ass cheeks push up and seem bigger. People closer to Rebecca could see a series of red hand marks over her bottom as well as a small purple bruise over her left cheek, all from the spanking Jason gave her the night before. Pain was a form of comfort for Rebecca when dealing with anxiety and she had a lot to deal with lately. Realizing her spank marks were showing, she immediately turned around, shielding her ass from her coworkers as she squeezed her legs together to try and hide the front of her lace green panties.

"Holy shit!" a male coworker shouted as he got out his phone to take a picture of Rebecca in her underwear.

"Damn, Rebecca I didn't know you were kinky like that." a female coworker said.

Rebecca's face quickly turned from pink, to red, to purple as her embarrassment grew. She lowered her head, looking down at the top of her leopard print bra that was in view and she tried to fold an arm over her chest and crotch while keeping the other on her behind.
"Yeah Rebecca, tell us about what freaky shit you do with my man." Alison said from behind, raising her hand to give Rebecca hard slap on the ass.

"AHH!" Rebecca screamed as she stumbled forward. She was so upset she lost all her composure as she turned to Alison and shouted, "YOU FUCKING b*tch! I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!!" it was a hollow threat, given that Rebecca was in tears and with little clothing to give her any appearance of intimidation. The lack of clothes made her feel so unprofessional, while Alison's police uniform gave her all the power and authority to look down on her and laugh. Even worse, there was no way Rebecca could go without showing someone in the office her bruised posterior, physical evidence that when she was home, she liked being spanked like a child and got a sexual release from it.

"Oh really?" Alison asked as she advanced towards Rebecca, causing her to try and back away.

"What are you doing? Get away from me!" Rebecca cried as she turned to run. Before she could lift one leg, she felt something pull on the back of her shirt, jerking her backwards. "STOP!" she screamed and looked down as she saw the white buttons to the shirt constrict until finally they burst open as Alison ripped it off Rebecca's back. Buttons scattered on the ground and the shirt split open, revealing her leopard print bra and smooth but toneless stomach, as pale as the rest of her body. Rebecca tried to grab on what was left of her shirt but Alison gave another hard pull, removing it completely off Rebecca's body and leaving her in just her underwear.

"You should tan more Rebecca." Alison wisecracked as she looked at the redhead's body. She wasn't the only one.

All of the men in the room got out their cell phone cameras and took as many pictures as they could. Rebecca was already one of the more attractive women in the company, but seeing her half naked just proved it. Even with the bruises, her ass was perfect, curvy yet firm from all of the working out she did in the gym, her left cheek looking too big to be covered by her tiny hand. Despite one arm being held over her breasts, it was obvious the brassier was working hard to keep them firmly held in place. Rebecca could feel the back of the straps digging into her back, she suspected Alison bought a bra a size too small for her.

With one leg crossed over the other, Rebecca struggled with deciding on what to cover. She was sure to cover her buttocks, but then she alternated her other hand with covering her bra and then the front of her panties. Goosebumps had formed on her skin and everywhere she turned was a flashing camera, a smile or a shocked face of one of her coworkers. Her lip quivered as she started to cry, slouching forward to conceal more. "Please stop!" she begged.

Marcy tried step forward and block her friend from the cameras, giving those responsible a scowl as she said, "This isn't funny. Have some respect!"
"You need to mind your own business." Alison said as she stepped behind Marcy, grabbing the sides of her skirt and pulling them down to her ankles, exposing Marcy's white cotton panties with blue plaid stripes on it. "Aww, someone still has their panties they wore as a little girl."

Marcy screamed and folded both hands over her crotch as she abandoned Rebecca, pushing through two laughing coworkers as she waddled out of the room, her skirt wrapped around her legs like rope.

Realizing she was alone, Rebecca knew if she stayed here anymore that she'd face more humiliation. As she turned around trying to find an escape, Rebecca didn't see Alison reach behind her and grab the back of her bra, pinching the center to unhook it. Rebecca felt the back split apart and her eyes widened. "NO PLEASE ALISON DON'T!"

"Please honey, I'm doing you a favor. Leopard print?" Alison joked as she grabbed the straps to Rebecca's bra. Whimpering, Rebecca clutched the cups and tried walking away, pulling against Alison like a tug of war for her dignity. With her hands focused on her bra, Alison could see the marks on Rebecca's uncovered ass. "How do you sit down and not flinch?" she remarked.

Rebecca's eyes scanned the other coworkers and she could hear them make their own comments.

"I'm jealous of Jason now."

"How many squats do you think she does a day to get that ass?"

The comments got to be too much, making Rebecca so self conscious she let go of her bra and clutched her behind again. "Shut-ugh!" as soon as she let go, the bra cups lifted up over her chest and smacked her in the face, before being pulled completely off her body. Rebecca's red hair was in a frazzled mess while her breasts bounced freely before sticking out for all to see. Despite her breasts being large, they did not sag, sticking out so well it was almost like the brassier locked them in place. Her nipples were light pink, matching the tint of her fair skin. Now she was in a worse dilemma, having more to cover but still only having two hands to choose from.


Falling to her knees, Rebecca just sobbed as she hugged her breast, bending forward and revealing her posterior in a rather suggestive pose, almost like she was presenting to a sex partner. She didn't care. There was no way any of her clients would want to do business with the company after word got out of this incident. From behind, her lower torso was shaped like a tear the way her hips rounded out into her legs.

It was when Rebecca felt something d**** over her bare back that she looked up through tears and saw Jason, placing his jacket over her. "Come here baby." he said as he picked her up. People around her made catcalls and whistles, asking Jason if he was going to discipline her. "Fuck off!" he said, standing behind Rebecca to protect the spot where her underwear didn't. "You all should be ashamed. Especially you Alison."

Alison had her hands on her hips as she gave Jason a mocking grin. "No that's what you get for leaving me for some red headed sl*t that likes to wear sl*tty underwear."

"You took my clothes gave me these!" Rebecca spat at her, feeling limited in her ability to stand up for herself, given that she was huddled under a jacket that barely extended below her hips.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Alison said, "We all saw that catalog. You probably have tons of sl*tty underwear right Jason?"

"Shut the fuck up Alison." he said. "I'm taking Rebecca home and then I'm filing a sexual harassment report against you."

"Go ahead and try." Alison said, "I can humiliate your girlfriend in other ways as well."

Before Jason could respond, Rebecca said, "Babe please. Just take me home." She didn't want to think about what else Alison could do. Nothing could be worst than the humiliation she put Rebecca through today, could it?

to be continued.