Last part of Inbox. Hope you enjoy!
The rest of the day felt like an eternity for Rebecca as she waited in the women's restroom, clutching Jason's coat around her as she trembled from the trauma she just experienced. Every time the door opened she winced as she squeezed her legs together, holding the jacket over her lower half in fear that someone might barge in and snap a picture of her. When he returned, he had new clothes for her, including underwear with a back to them, something she would never take for granted again.
Rebecca stayed in her cubicle all day, too nauseous to eat and just focused on her work, her only way to distract her from the memories that would plague her mind for a while. It was hard to avoid thinking about what Alison did to her because Rebecca would occasionally overhear coworkers talking in hushed voices about "seeing Rebecca in that sl*tty underwear." Poor Marcy was also the butt of some jokes as people made fun of the "schoolgirl panties" she wore.
When she got home, Rebecca showered and immediately went to sleep, too depressed to function for the rest of the day. The next morning, she got up and put on layers of clothes, dressing more conservative than she ever had before. This included a long black skirt, a white button up shirt under a V neck sweater and a jacket to go over it. once again, she arrived early at work, so much so that the sun hadn't come up. With her desk light off, Rebecca felt as safe as possible with her work station looking like she wasn't even there. She hated the fact that this was going to be the required routine for a few weeks but she'd rather take extra effort to remain hidden than be so exposed like before.
For a while it seemed like her plan was working. It was already around lunch time and Rebecca hadn't heard anything from anyone about seeing her in her underwear. There were no overheard snickers or e-mails from management about inappropriate dress. Rebecca imagined that they might have tried to respect her privacy by not bringing attention to it. More than likely, her boss just didn't care about sexual harassment policies to warrant investigating the incident.
It was around this time that Rebecca got another e-mail and her heart stopped when she read who it was from. The company was "The Toy Chest" and Rebecca knew it was a sex toy company, a company she purchased items from many times. A tear welled up in her eye as she stared at the e-mail that said "Rebecca! Treat yourself with a gift." She didn't want to open the e-mail, but it was already sent to the work e-mail and that meant that everyone would see it. She just needed to know what it was they saw and she clicked on the message.
What opened up was an image of a small, egg shaped piece of plastic attached to a rectangular device by a plastic cord. It was light pink and had the name "Self-Charging Vibrating Egg." The description read, "For those of you who love your vibrators but want to save money on batteries, this handy vibrator comes with a usb charger that you can take with you wherever you wish to when you need a quick moment with yourself. Comes with a controller that adjusts at 5 different speeds."
Rebecca had her hand over her mouth as she looked at the vibrator in horror. The panties were bad, but this was so much worse. Now people had an image of her in her home like she was some lustfilled nymphomaniac who needed to pleasure herself constantly whenever she wasn't having sex with Jason.
Hoping that the suggested item was the only picture shown in the e-mail, Rebecca looked down and gasped when she saw the words "based on your recent purchases." Her previous purchases were a leather flogger, a tube of waterbased lubrication and lastly a ball gag, all items with their own picture that everyone was probably looking at right now. By this point, tears streamed down her face and she felt a lump in her throat that she tried to choke back. It was over, her reputation and her career. After she was fired, she wouldn't be able to find work anywhere in her field, all thanks to her kinky sex life that had been exposed to everyone.
It was that realization of being at the lowest point in her career that Rebecca became aware of something else, she had nothing to lose. If she wasn't going to remain employed with her company, then any official punishment she would suffer would be avoided and that meant she could get up from her cubicle and storm down towards the elevator, which is what she did. As she marched towards the main floor, Rebecca could feel the sweat from her body soaking against her clothes due to being so angry that she felt warm all over. Coworkers who looked up from their desk when they heard the loud sounds of her footsteps saw a red-faced Rebecca with a tight lipped expression on her face.
"Hey Rebecca, did you do any shopping today?" a coworker called out.
Rebecca didn't respond, instead she shook her head and muttered. "I'm going to fucking kill her."
It was that threat that got everyone who heard it to look up and watch Rebecca enter the elevator, her heels causing a loud echo inside the metal chamber that would lead her up to the floor where Allison worked. As soon as the doors shut, people got on their phones and gave their friends a heads up that Rebecca was pissed and was going to fight with Allison. It took less than five minutes for enough word to spread for employees to get up from their desks and take the stairs up to the fourth floor where security was. Men and women both talked in hushed voices, wondering exactly what would happen with this encounter. Some of them bet money on who would win, with the odds favoring Allison due to her police training.
When the men in the engineering department all got up and left together, Jason, who was working at his desk, poked his head out from his cubicle and asked, "What's going on?"
"Your girlfriend is going to fight Allison because everyone saw what sex toys she buys." a coworker, a pale-faced man in his 20s said with a smile.
"Shit." Jason cursed as he stood up from his chair and ran towards the stairs. He knew Allison threatened to take things too far but didn't think she'd actually do it. Just as he was about to turn the corner to enter the stairwell, he bumped into Marcy who was also running to the fourth floor.
"Jason! Did you hear?" she asked, her eyes wide with panic.
"Yeah, we have to stop those two or else Allison could hurt Rebecca." Jason said as he held open the stairwell door for her.
"Do you think she would?"
"If Rebecca strikes first, Allison will use that as legal permission to strike back, to which there's no telling how carried away she might get." Just the thought of Allison losing her composure and beating up Rebecca sent a chill down Jason's spine and forced him to pick up speed as he ran up the steps and through the door leading to the 4th floor. Already the way leading to Allison's office was blocked by coworkers hoping to get a close up view of the action. Jason pushed his way through and saw Rebecca pounding on Allison's door.
"Open up Allison right now!" she called out.
The door opened and there stood Allison, wearing her dark blue uniform, hands on her hips with a smile on her face. "Well look who decided to show up, it's the porn star."
Before she could say anything, Rebecca pushed Allison back into the office and closed the door behind her. Jason and Marcy both ran forward and tried to grab the door before it shut but it was too late, the latch had clicked and it was locked from the outside. "Rebecca stop!" Jason shouted as he pounded the door. "Let us in!"
BAM! The sound of metal being hit by something hard echoed from the other side followed the the mixed grunts of two women fighting it out. BAM! "You like that you b*tch?!" Allison could be heard screaming.
"Someone get the keys to this office!" Jason called out, his mind worried about what harm Allison could be doing to Rebecca.
BAM! SMACK! "Come here!" Rebecca screamed.
"Hang on Rebecca we're coming!" Marcy shouted, looking in desperation for a janitor.
BOOM!, the sound of what seemed to be furniture being dropped could be heard and it was so loud everyone close by jumped back. "Uhh!" a woman's voice groaned but it was hard to discern whose voice it belonged to. People leaned close to the office and became nervous when all was silent, had someone been knocked out? Did Allison get too carried away with violence? She did have weapons after all. People were relieved when they heard another voice, faint and slow, as if waking up from sleep.
"Whaa.?" the voice murmured, "Where am...what are you doing? What. Wait! No! Stop! STOP IT! HELP ME!!" RIIIP!
"Let's see how you fucking like it!" Rebecca shouted, followed by another loud tearing sound.
"Oh my god help. Please!" It was Allison's voice, and she sounded like she was about to cry the way she moaned and screamed for help. More banging sounds could be heard along with her cries. "Someone stop her!" RIIIP "NOOOO!!"
"Are you serious?" Rebecca asked, her voice cracking into a laugh. "Oh wait til people see this."
"People-no Rebecca stop please I'm sorry, I'm sorry I humiliated you!" Allison spoke a mile a minute. "No don't make me go out there!" there was a bang on the door, which made Jason and Marcy step back. Allison's voice cracked as she started to cry in between her pleas to get Rebecca to let her go.
"Let's show everyone your new outfit!" Rebecca said.
"NOOO!!!" the door burst open and out spilled Allison, falling face first onto the ground, giving Rebecca enough time to retreat back into Allison's office and lock the door. She wanted to see Allison squirm but she also wanted all of the attention devoted to the corrupt officer as well, so Rebecca opted to gracefully stay hidden in the office.
People looked down with shock as Allison lay there in nothing but white socks, a plain white cotton bra and large white briefs with purple flowers printed on them. The elastic waistband had cursive writing that read "Fruit of the loom" on it. It was hard to tell if it was the underwear that looked big or if it was her rump that made up the wide curvy lower half of Allison. People could also see a tiny hole in the lower right half of her panties, revealing a small bit of her butt which was a shade lighter than the rest of her fair skin. Also still around her waist was her police belt, holding only a nightstick, mace, handcuffs and a radio.
Allison lay on her stomach feeling the rough texture of the carpet press against her belly while the air conditioned room blew across her back and shoulders. She looked up at all the shocked faces and did a slow pushup to get to her feet. Her temples burned as she saw how many people were in the vicinity and she was speechless for a moment, letting her hands wander from her chest to her stomach and then to her belt. "Wh-what are you staring at?" she asked in a gentle voice, feeling her knees buckle together as the senes of vulnerability hit her. "St-stop looking at me."
It was the first giggle from Marcy that set off the rest of the employees' laughter, like a fire spreading around Allison, she winced as everyone pointed or got out their cell phone cameras to take pictures. "no! stop!" she shouted as she folded her arms over the front, alternating her left arm from covering the front of her panties to covering the back. As she tried to shield herself from the camera flashes, she kept turning around, only making herself look more ridiculous as she spun like a chicken with her head cut off. As she turned she could hear the criticism thrown at her.
"Granny panties" she heard one woman say
"Nice ass." a man said to his friend.
"Needs to buy new underwear" said another coworker.
Allison could feel her throat strain as she fought back the urge to cry, crossing her legs and hugging her stomach as she bent forward, which only made her ass stick out more. She turned and saw Jason, looking at her with his arms folded. "Jason...please help me." she whispered. "Baby This is so humiliating."
"Not as humiliating as it is to get your clothes back." he said with a raised eyebrow. he turned to the window and pointed, From his vantage point, he could see that Rebecca had opened the window in Allison's office and had thrown her uniform.
Allison ran to the window on the outside of the office and saw her clothes falling to the streets below. "NOOO! THAT FUCKING b*tch!!" she screamed, pounding the window with her fists. When the sounds of the other employees cheered, she turned around and revealed a face that was red with anger and embarrassment. "This isn't funny! she...assaulted an officer. She must be punished!"
"Sure we can do that." Jason said, "Then you can tell people what led to this incident when you hacked her e-mail and sexually harrassed her."
Allison's pupils dilated as she realized she was caught, the only reason she thought she could get away with humiliating Rebecca was because she knew that the company didn't really enforce their sexual harassment policy. But if a police officer reported it, then other organizations would get involved. There was little she could do to defend herself. All she could do was scrunch her face up as she cried and said, "I just wanted you back. I'm sorry." she pouted.
Marcy took off her jacket and approached Allison. "Come here Allison, it's okay." she said as she wrapped her jacket.
Allison felt so helpless, balling her eyes out in her panties. She had been trained to be tough as a police officer and now that she managed to lose a fight, and her clothes to a civilian, there was no way any other officer could respect her. "I'm..sorry for pantsing you." she said to Marcy.
"Oh that's okay." Marcy said, reaching around to pat Allison on the back. "If you didn't, I wouldn't be able to do this." RIIIP! she had grabbed the hole of Allison's panties and ripped it as wide as she could, tearing off the entire back and letting the destroyed cloth dangle against Allison's thighs.
Allison gasped when she felt the new breeze blow against her behind, a behind that looked like it exploded out of her underwear. Both of Allison's cheeks were white, clearly indicating she never tanned nude, but they were also large, traces of cellulite on the bottom of both cheeks. In a way, her underwear matched the same green pair that Rebecca was forced to put on. Allison was so horrified by her added exposure that she didn't react to Marcy removing her jacket off of Allison, nor did she hear the door to her office open.
"Wow...at least my ass looks better than yours." Rebecca was heard saying before raising her hand and bringing it down as hard as she could on Allison's right rear cheek. The slap was so loud it made her ears pop and made Allison's butt jiggle as a fresh new welt developed on her skin.
That snapped Allison out of her trance as her hands immediately flew to her backside, the sting traveling from her behind to her thigh like an electric current. "OW!" Feeling, the slightly rough texture of her posterior making her want to cry again as she looked at a small opening in the crowd and ran. "Fuck this company. I quit!" she sobbed as headed towards the exit, both hands hiding her backside. She didn't care that everyone was still making fun of the front of her flower print panties as this was the lowest she could be in terms of dignity. As she ran, the nightstick attached to her belt bounced up and down, occasionally hitting her butt again and it almost looked like a tail wagging between Allison's legs. It was the last image Rebecca shot on her own phone before Allison disappeared through the stairwell.
Smiling over her triumphant win, Rebecca was surprised when she was met with an applause from her coworkers, all of them who enjoyed the fact that within two days, they got to see two coworkers in a state of undress, which was more excitement than they normally got. In the end, Rebecca was not fired when multiple employees backed her story that Allison was the one who initiated the indecent e-mails. Unfortunately, Allison's experience was less pleasant.
Allison made news headlines when a story was published about a police officer who had been arrested for indecent exposure and public disturbance. Allison ran out in the street in her bra and backless underwear to get her uniform. A picture in the paper showed Allison clutching her uniform over the front of her body while she held up her badge to a group of gawkers in a desperate attempt to regain control. She was quoted as saying "I'm a cop, i order you to stop laughing at me or I'll arrest all of you!" She was arrested by a nearby officer who took away her uniform once more and gave people a chance to take pictures of her undressed state. She was stripped of her badge and was forced to become a mall security guard. It was quite some time before Rebecca heard from Allison again. It was three months later that she was walking with Jason in the mall and spotted Allison standing in front of a Victoria's Secret, looking at an expensive set of red lingerie. Rebecca giggled as she saw Allison staring at them with envy and asked, "Looking to upgrade your boudoir?" Allison jumped in terror and her face turned bright red when she saw who it was, running away from Rebecca, clutching onto her uniform once more for fear of losing it in a public place.
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