I remember one lady who pantsed herself, gladly. She was in a clerical position and we had to find an old invoice for a lawsuit, the archived files were stored in this old warehouse behind the office. The two of us were in there moving old dusty boxes, going through files when Sheila screeched something about a roach, I turned around to see her squealing in hysterics pulling her slacks off, saying that a roach went up her leg.
Obviously, roachaphobia trumped modesty, so while she stood there in her blue cotton panties, I shook her slacks off until the trespasser fell out and she stomped it flat. She checked her slacks to make sure there was only one roach, then put them back on. Then she told me she didn't care about the damn lawsuit she was leaving unless the warehouse was fumigated. I still wonder how she got those tight slacks off her pretty butt without taking off her shoes.
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