[ENF] Jenny's Office Indecencies

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Hello, I've posted her before and mainly on DA but wanted to share some of my Jenny stories with hopes of some feedback. I have more Jenny and other ENF stories on DA with the same name but will still post some here every now and then. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

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Chapter 1



A busy work week had arrived for Jenny and her office job at Stress Inc. It was nearly 10 A.M. but Jenny was perfectly on time and ready for what today would bring her. It’s an important day for the office with some new staff being added and interns coming through for the summer, along with some employee checkups.



With more than just her personality being bubbly, Jenny was overall well liked by her coworkers and higher-ups, being a ray of sunshine with a statuesque body. As she parked and locked her car in front of the building, she couldn’t wait to greet the newcomers, even if most would ditch after the first few weeks or days. Waving past some of her associates and waltzing inside, several made sure to hold the door for her and take in her beauty as she made her way through.



Jenny started the day in more special than usual office wear of a small black jacket, frilly white button blouse, black pencil skirt that goes above her knees, and grey heels. Along with some stockings that go below mid-thigh, and her golden locks nicely tied up into a ponytail with some strands fraying just above her eyes and glasses. Feeling great, she also decided on some pink lace panties and matching bra.



She made her way to her office room to begin working as some lazy knocks hit her door. Jenny went to answer and saw a new girl before her, a gold streak amidst her black hair standing out to her in particular.



“Hi, this is room 307 right? I’m looking for a Jenn-” the girl started and stopped suddenly as she looked up from her paper to see Jenny’s breasts and eyes so close to her. Her mouth hung slightly open as Jenny just smiled down at her, slightly confused.



“Did you mean Jenny, sweetie?” she asked politely.

“Y-yes. Sorry, uh, I’m a new intern and first day jitters haha,” she replied, trying to contain her surprise.

“Ah, that makes sense. Well, we haven’t met before! My name is Jenny Hamilton, but Ms. Jenny is fine. What’s your name?” Jenny asked, holding out her hand, the gold-streak haired girl staring blankly for half a second.

“Ah, my name is Lucille Penton. I’m interning under Ms. Jane and delivering these around, you know her?”

“Yep, Jane and I get similar workloads and whatnot. I guess I’ll be seeing you pretty often then Lucille, feel free to see me whenever you need help or just want to talk in your free time yea?”

“R-right, of course Ms. Jenny. I’ll see you around later then,” she said while handing over some documents and Jenny waving her off.



As Lucille stepped away in the empty hallway, she wanted to burst with shock and glee from finding out Jenny had been working here. Lucille, or Lucy as her friends knew her, had enjoyed seeing and embarrassing Jenny not long ago in the mall and on the bus back. She still lingered in her thoughts as Lucy accepted they would likely never meet again, but now here she was at this boring summer internship she needed for college credits. It was a dream come true. Her mind immediately spurred in imagination as to what she could see of the blonde in the near future, her bare thighs? Her tits? Maybe even that dump truck wagon of hers, bouncing free again.



As she daydreamed for a moment about Jenny’s outfit, her eyes fell on a window as she looked upon her own. It was a more plain version of Jenny’s with just a white button up shirt and black slacks. She had changed her hair streak from red to gold as a light homage to Jenny, and then her first idea hit her.



Knock Knock Knock hit on Jenny’s door again as she looked over her new documents. Walking over to answer, she again saw Lucielle with a tinge of a smile on her composed posture.



“Ah Lucille, didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon. Is there something you need?”

“Hi, and yes I think so. I didn’t think to wear a jacket like yours when getting ready for my first day, and I’ve seen some others wear one as well. May I please borrow yours for today and hand it back at the end? I would hate to make such a faux pas on my first day here and get in trouble,” she ended with a slight pleading look.



“Aw, well, ok sure. I think this will fit you fine,” she said, taking off the jacket. Lucielle couldn’t help but smile at the buttoned melons in front of her as they jut out from the removal, swearing she could faintly see her bra already.

“Just be sure to take care of it and give it back at the end of the day, alright?”

“Of course, thank you Ms. Jenny. I’ll see you later, have a good day!” she said, wearing the well sized jacket on her, waving away to her and a mutter under her breath. “I’m sure I’ll have a great one.”



Chapter 2



Jenny returned to her seat and typed away for the next hour as she worked and waited to be called up for review. Yawning from boredom and needing a quick break, she stretched and strained her blouse’s buttons before getting up. The air conditioning had always been finicky at her side of the office so she decided to air out her skirt a bit at the bottom and then open her windows and blinds.



THUD



The sudden noise startled Jenny as she saw one of her peers, Harper, kneeling on the floor with some binders and papers surrounding her.

“Gosh, are you ok Harper?” she asked while helping pick up some of her belongings.

“Hi Jenny, I’m doing ok thanks. Was just nervous from the busyness today and dropped a few things. I appreciate the help.”



“Of course, where are you bringing them? Could use a quick stretch of the legs,” she offered cheerily. As Jenny bent over tactlessly to help her friend, the offices next door got a lucky view of Jenny’s raised butt in her skirt that flayed a bit at the bottom. Her lovely legs in the stockings and bare thighs were topped with a light peek at her pink panties and the bottom of her rear.



As they made their way to the elevator further down, Jenny’s hands were filled with binders and documents that her breasts sat comfortably atop, bouncing slightly with each step. Two floors higher and having delivered the items to her office, Harper walks back with Jenny to the elevator.



“I appreciate the help Jenny, as always. I’m heading up to verify something for the interns, you coming with?” Jenny pondered the time for a moment next to the doors as Harper already pressed the button for her ascent.

“Not this time sorry, should probably head back down for work. Good luck with the rest of the day!” Jenny waved away to Harper as the doors closed in front of her. Jenny began towards the stairs but felt a strange resistance preventing her. She looked behind her and nearly froze as the elevator slowly made its ascent, bringing her skirt along with it.



“No no no, wait!” she begged in her mind as she tried to pull on the retreating garment. With her thighs and the middle of her panties now being visible, Jenny felt herself losing ground and knew it was hopeless as it suddenly RIPPED and flew off of her. She jumped for it several times making her panty-clad bum shake and her blouse break its first button, the black clothing escaping through the cracks.



She looks around panicked but glad to see the hallways were empty for the moment, leaving her alone with her lace panties open to the air.

“O-ok Jenny, you just need a skirt. A skirt, or something else to cover yourself, that’s all,” she said to herself, partially covering them with her hands. A sudden laugh rang through the empty hall making Jenny jump from shock. People were coming, and she was standing around in her panties basically asking to be found.



She spun around for the elevator but of course it was still busy taking Harper to a higher floor, “but the stairs should be nearby!” she thought. The ones where some of the voices were coming from of course. Jenny tugged down on her blouse and used the door’s reflection to see how much it covered, still leaving the bottoms of her ass cheeks and some pink open for viewing. She pulled slightly tighter, noticing how much her blouse and buttons strained from the force, their steps now in ear range.



Jenny sighed and knew something would have to give, breaking the next button’s limits as it popped off to the side. She blushed at her cleavage being pronounced and the next button bracing itself, her matching pink bra now bleeding through the cloth as she held it tight. Thankfully the trade was mostly worth it with her panties and cheeks being covered while standing, revealing most of her creamy thighs however.



Jenny breathed another sigh and went towards the stairwell where two women were exiting from.

“Oh Hi J-Jenny?” one of them said as she looked at Jenny more closely, eyeing her rose-shaded breasts while her friend looked over her thighs and front. The blonde only waved hello as they passed by each other, the duo looking back to see her blouse rising slightly from walking and flashing a bit of cheek.



“Well, I see she’s doing this again. Fine, here’s your money,” one of them said, looking annoyed and handing the other a $20.

“Thank you sweet cheeks,” she laughed in Jenny's direction who was out of earshot now.



Chapter 3



Hearing what sounded like a faint laugh from behind her, Jenny sighed at the ceiling in annoyance and embarrassment before making her way down. Still holding it tight along the way, she felt the shirt’s pressure from her tits moving inside it as her cleavage was close to breaking its next barrier and showed some of her bra clearly. She relented the grip and let her cheeks breathe more instead, the pink pair doing about as well as the shirt now in terms of coverage.



As the cool air went across her exposed parts, some steps from below came into her ears as she looked down and saw several suited people coming up. Jenny was unable to identify most of them, maybe investors, except one; her boss! Mr. Meringue was quite professional and took days like this very seriously. Co-workers she could manage but she might get fired on the spot if she was found out like this in front of them all. She picked up her pace to the closest floor entrance and would risk her chances there for the elevator or another set of stairs.



Going into the 4th floor unseen and with several bounces, Jenny mashes for the elevator button only to find it just leaving for a higher floor. She sighs and taps her foot impatiently resulting in her cheeks and breasts jiggling ever so much until she gets a call from behind.



“Jenny dear, is that you?” an older lady asked. It of course ended up being Mrs. Cynthia, possibly the oldest employee here. Jenny turned to face her and covered herself quickly while she slowly approached.

“Um, yes it’s just me Cynthia. H-how are you doing?”

“Oh quite troubled actually. I can’t seem to find my glasses and they aren’t in my office. I believe they’re in the break room but I’ve lost my way, could you help me get them? You’ve always been great at doing so,” the older woman asked kindly. Jenny thought about declining but she would feel awful doing so, and she couldn’t move much now anyways.



“R-right, sure I can help you. Let’s get there quickly then,” she said, grabbing her hand and soon noticing her slow walk’s pace. Cynthia gripped her hand surprisingly tightly and held it close as Jenny saw the next few moments of her life already.



Just faster than a turtle, the two headed to the break room making Jenny regret her decision almost immediately. Some unlucky workers were nose deep into their computers or documents but most were fortunate enough to look into or even be in the hallway with her. With one hand occupied, Jenny’s shirt was feebly tugged by the other to only pronounce her bust while her butt was left for show. For minutes people walked past them time and time again to get more looks and angles of her legs, chest and butt.



“Wow, so she is wearing pink today huh?” she swore she heard someone mutter as they walked past her. Has news of her wardrobe malfunction spread so quickly already? Would someone report her? Were they taking pictures? Jenny struggled to focus while the pit in her stomach formed into something else until they entered the break room.



The spacious lounge area had a window outside and was mostly empty except for one likely intern on his phone with earbuds. Jenny left Cynthia’s grip near the center while Jenny went to her frantic search. Tables, cupboards, drawers, Jenny checked it all but came up with nothing, looking around brazenly and no regard to her positions. People started to enter as it went on to her disappointment, then just sitting or standing around giving glances to her stretches or squats as they ate.



Looking around at the filling room and smiling nervously, she stretches her blouse again giving them all a better look at her bra and cleavage. The AC kicks on and gives her another chill, sparking an idea of where the glasses might be. Jenny lights up and heads over to the large fridge hoping it would be here at least among the clutter. She braces for the cold and tries to comb over the layers thoroughly moving things back and forth, her tits and nipples reacting as many would hope.



Her hopeful search left Jenny’s torso bent over inside the fridge while her shirt followed and left her rear alone for the room to enjoy. Her pink lace panties retreated between her cheeks from the movements, resulting in her peachy butt being mostly on display for everyone to admire. Her unintentional wiggles making it shake for their cameras and the panties retreat further.



They enjoyed the spectacle for a few minutes until she exclaimed and found the pink glasses finally. She turned around happily to the busy room and blushed, ignoring them as she went to Cynthia with her bra bleeding through. She kneeled down slightly to be at eye level and held the item close.



“Ok Mrs. Cynthia, I believe these are yours. Do take care of them next time,”

“Ah, thank you so much Jenny dear. I can’t thank you enough!” she said, quickly reaching a hand outwards. Her blurry eyes saw pink in front of her and grabbed with a herculean grip, missing the glasses and landing at Jenny’s boob instead.



“AIEE!” Jenny yelped from the tight fondle of her breast. She was so startled and froze while the people around her tried not to laugh. Cynthia looked perplexed and squeezed the melon a few times making Jenny try to not react audibly.



“Hm, are you sure these are mine? They feel squishy for some reason,” the old lady said, making Jenny red as a beet. She opened her mouth to say something but was too late as the grip pulled back and let off a small RIIP.



Jenny froze yet again as murmurs gathered around her and a clatter hit the floor. She looked around to see Cynthia still confused and everyone looking down at her. Following their gaze, her eyes looked down and widened to see her full tits on display with her blouse to the sides. Her nipples perky as could be were admired from every eye in the room, including several cameras from the grinning intern and others.



Laughter started to come from the murmurs as Cynthia grabbed forward again, this time pinching Jenny’s stiffened nipple. She failed to stop the ensuing moan before her hand quickly clamped over her mouth as the room grew louder with cheers and jeers. Jenny quickly moved her hand to Cynthia’s and replaced her tip with the glasses before covering herself and dashing out for the hiding. As the room took in her flexing panties, Cynthia finally put on her glasses only to hear the door close and Jenny gone.



“Thank you for the help Jenny Dear!”



Chapter 4



Ducking into a broom closet with a small mirror now, she lets her breasts tumble out as she looks at her blouse. Not one, not two, but three buttons were torn off by the granny’s formidable grip leaving her with only two useless ones at her belly. Her bra was tugged at the front and pulled below her tits but seemed to still be in one piece to her relief. Putting it back on though, she frowned at its fraying out at her areolas and feeling looser overall as it hung lower. The strain must have weakened it greatly leaving it as a borderline decoration.



Jenny tried to move her blouse in place to cover her mammaries but without the buttons it couldn’t hold itself against them spilling out forward. Their perkiness did not go unnoticed as the sensitive nipples brushed against the bra in a way that her body enjoyed, but now was absolutely not the time for that.



Jenny also realized that she could no longer tug her shirt down as it would likely slip off her shoulders and bring her bra with it. Her panties would be on display for everyone now and she couldn’t cover both that and her tits with their sizes. The blouse only went just past her curves and couldn’t hide her tush. Her office was just one floor away and she was close to the stairs, she would just have to chance it.



Fixing up her clothes, Jenny bent down to readjust her heels when the door opened behind her. She looked back flustered to see the janitor’s waist right behind her ass, his eyes meeting hers briefly before settling on the panties. They were silent for a moment until Jenny eyed a shift in his pants, surprising her and getting up to face him.



“Uh, hi. Sorry, I just needed to borrow the room for a moment, hope you don’t mind,” Jenny said with her bra spilling out to the shorter man’s eyes. As they settled they practically stared him dead on as he was transfixed on her peeking circles in the hot pink.



“Uh-huh,” he replied mindlessly, not looking up to Jenny. She breathed annoyed at him and just braced herself for the way down, putting an arm around her melons and another at her front for cover. She left her closet mate standing there alone to look at her sexy ass shake away, soon kicking himself that he didn’t say a proper word.



Jenny made it down thankfully without much issue, lightly struggling to keep her tits in and panties covered as best she could from the fellow employees and few interns. She let her breasts go in the stairwell but returned to them as they bounced out of her cups each step downward, her bra almost falling down again. Just a little further she thought.



Glad her floor was mostly busy inside their rooms, Jenny hurried to her office with many a bounce and started brainstorming for cover ideas. She was so prone to these things and this had been far from the first time it occurred at work, surely she had something in here right? She turned every drawer and cabinet inside out as she scoured brazenly for something, a few co-workers passing by seeing her more exposed state and enjoying such. Lucille had been one of them returning for a quick message as she saw the open door and peeked inside.



Lucy almost audibly gasped and held back a laugh when she saw Jenny now. Open blouse, low-hanging bra, and a matching, sexy pair of panties. It was like living a fantasy. She and some others waited to the side for a moment with their phones ready until Jenny was in a money shot: down on her knees, and her luck, searching through a cabinet with her booty up and wiggling. Lucy had a happy flashback to her first encounter with the blonde bimbo as she silently recorded the sight with some next to her drinking it in. A few too many people for her liking came by though and she had work to do, deciding to look like she just arrived and clear her throat.



“Oh! Ms. Jenny, your ass is out!” Lucille said with an extra octave to her voice and faking a scandalized gasp. She was enjoying every second of it, but had to say something eventually. Jenny’s heart skipped a beat as she whipped her head around to see Lucille and some departing co-workers at her door. She quickly stands and turns around to face Lucille with a blush and hands at her front for cover. Not only did this give her a crystal view of her pressed cleavage, the window behind her displayed her squirming and stuck up butt as the panties seemed to disappear inside the crack more and more. Lucille couldn’t conceal her flustered face but stopped herself from commenting.



“Hi again Ms. Jenny, glad to see you,” she said with a blushed smile.

“Lucille, hi. Um, now isn’t a great time I’m afraid, could you come back later maybe?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m just here for a quick message and I’ll leave you back to your bussy, I-I mean business! Mr. Meringue said he would like to see you at 12 in his office, so 30 minutes from now, ok?”



“Shoot, uh alright, thanks for the message Lucille. I’ll be preparing for that now,” she replied nervously. 30 minutes was too short a time to drive home or to another store for clothes she realized, and the office had been the opposite of helpful so far. Lucille sadly prepares to leave with a wave away before Jenny speaks up and dashes next to her.



“W-wait Lucille, do you think you could help me with, well all of this? Please, I could really use a hand,” she asked, leaving her breasts to tumble in front of her. Lucy looked at her surprised but was no fool to decline more time with her as she was.



“Really? Well, I can take a look at least and see what I can do. Just put your arms up and let me feel the clothes for a moment,” she said, pretending she had any idea what to do. How she even ended up like this was a mystery to her, but fixing it was a bigger one. Jenny thanked her and went to close the door and window blinds before standing as she asked.



Lucille looked her over slowly trying not to stare too long as Jenny watched her hopefully and anxiously. Her mind was hardly focused as she looked over the damages to her outfit and fixated on her melons. Those large, supple peaches teasing their pink circles at her with a standing position ripe for, well anything really. She poked at the loose bra and raised it up, letting the girls fall as Jenny blushed more. Perky and rosy pink nipples looked up to her as her body heated up in arousal, a hot breath escaping as she masked it with a throat clear.



She quickly bent down to see her lower blouse and escape Jenny’s face as Lucy let loose a wild expression of joy. The 2 buttons at the end of her blouse remained alone together at her stomach, sitting just above her panties and thighs. She raised it by her hips suddenly as Jenny reacted with a small yelp from the smaller hands and fingers giving Lucy a better view of her hourglass hips and curves, making out each lace from her panties but not spotting her lovely bush.



Going to her back for no good reason than gawking, Lucy looked her ass over and wondered how the skirt even covered this fully before. Jenny, somewhat bored, starts to tap her foot causing her body to react with light ripples. Was she trying to turn her on?? How easy would it be to just take her remaining clothes and leave her practically nude with nothing to cover her? She could be at her mercy like on the bus, but now would be too soon to pull that card.



“Soo, any ideas for help? Lucille?” Jenny asked finally with no response for a moment.

“Hmm,” she thought hard, looking Jenny over again, focusing on her boobs and crotch. She honestly had nothing in mind but an almost decent idea popped into her mind amidst her stupor.



“The best I can think of is moving those bottom buttons up to your tits to try and cover them. That bra might be a lost cause though and cause more trouble, or at least not trick anyone into thinking the outfit is “proper”,” she offered sincerely. Jenny looked down and considered the proposal, happy at the button part but not with the bra.



“I uh, do we really need to get rid of the bra?”

“Well it's barely doing its job now and the extra fabric might cause the buttons to not hold up too well, they would just burst faster or get in the way I imagine. It can’t stay tight on you anymore,” Lucy said, partially lying. While there was some merit to her claims, she really just wanted to see those balloons closer to freedom. She would try for her panties but didn’t want to overstep and lose her trust.



Jenny opened her mouth for a rebuttal but had nothing to add, solemnly removing her loosened bra as Lucy stared full on at her tits again. She unbuttoned the blouse finally as her body breathed open and her slightly chubby stomach came into view. She picked at the buttons for a moment until Lucille offered her hand of help for removing and replacing them near her bust.



She focused hard getting them in place as she was able to press her hands against Jenny’s boobs with no contention from her, leaving her to look to the side and ignore her hands and fingers getting near her sensitive nipples.



Both buttons improvised in place some moments later, Lucy struggled to get them over Jenny’s fat tits alone while Jenny squirmed and tried not to make a peep. She was in such a lewd display and in her own office too, she’d faint if this got out to the building like the colors of her panties did. Her white rack was left alone to settle in place as the buttons stayed on, clearly strained near her nipples with a diamond of a window between them. It was a small window however compared to the underboob and top cleavage she had to show now, most of her creamy knockers were an open show and her nipples poking through the blouse were a cherry on top.



“Will these stay in place? It feels rather tight…,” Jenny asked.

“I can’t say for sure but hopefully,” Lucy said honestly. She would’ve loved to see them more but couldn’t deny how equally hot this looked. “As long as you don’t do anything too much they should be fine,” she finished while grabbing and playing with them lightly, making Jenny blush and squirm again. She couldn’t help but get one last feel of them while she could. “I trust you don’t mind showing off your panties and butt then right?”



Jenny looked at her confused and realized what she meant with a quick feel from her hands. No way the shirt could be tugged now with it bursting already and hanging higher. Her whole belly to her thighs were open season for gawking and photos, she couldn’t bear how lewd it all was. “I’ll manage somehow. But thank you for all the help, I greatly appreciate it Lucille!” she said with a hand through her hair and a shy smile.



“Happy to help you Ms. Jenny. I hope I’ll see more of you later today, but I have to return to my errands now. Good luck with your meeting!” Lucille said, eyeing Jenny’s figure and bra one last time before waving goodbye and wondering if she’d lose anything else soon after.



Alone again, Jenny looked at the clock and figured she might as well head to her boss. She discarded her bra for hopefully later and peeked through her blinds to find a sadly busy hallway. She pressed her bare butt to the blinds and sighed in preparation as her eyes laid upon something hopeful, her clipboard! The miniature tan item was smaller and cuter than standard but it was better than nothing and could cover part of her front at least.



Back in the hallway and filled with nerves, Jenny approached the elevator for her meeting. The stairs were too high a risk now with her stress testing chest so she would just have to wait it out. She didn’t need to look to feel many eyes on her from the building, particularly those to her sides or behind as she walked. The weight of her milkers felt pronounced to all as they swayed and bounced in her white blouse, the soft fabric rubbing her nipples just right to poke through with a keen eye.



She didn’t dare look behind her to see how much attention her panties were attracting now that her blouse sat just past her curves, she’d stay red for the rest of the day if she knew. The undergarment felt more and more wedged into her crack as she walked, enticing her to retrieve it and embarrass her. She ignored it in hopes of it just being in her mind, but the truth kept nagging her from below.



The wait for the elevator was brief thankfully and she was only followed by three others to her relief. Her jubilees jostled slightly with each agonizing floor stop upwards as it became more filled with people eyeing her subtly and daringly. Despite it all, she made it to the boss’s floor just fine and approached the secretary with some confidence.



Higher in the sky with mostly windows at all sides, Jenny immediately felt the heat increase and wished for that fridge again. The ample desk upfront covered most of the secretary’s figure except her white head and hair down at her computer, a black security guard to the side eyeing Jenny suspiciously.



“H-hi, My name is Jenny. I’m here to see Mr. Meringue for our noon meeting,” Jenny said. The secretary looked up with a split second surprised expression seeing the clothed peaks and the smiling blonde, returning to her computer with a few clacks.

“Do you have your ID with you for verification?”

“Yes, it’s right her-” Jenny started before stopping suddenly. She felt around with her spare hand and realized that her ID was missing. Her brain quickly racked itself before remembering that she had never even brought it to work, face planting at her mistake.



“U-um I believe I forgot it at home this morning haha,” she laughed nervously, the secretary looking bored. “Is there anything else I can use for verification? I don’t have time to go back home and get it, but I really do work here. Most of the people can vouch for me,”



“Hmm, I believe I remember you, yes. Well I can’t just let you in without an ID, rules are rules. I’ll make a quick verification in the database while Mrs. Tyrea here inspects you, someone else is meeting him now anyways,”

“I-Inspects?” she asked as Tyrea approached and sized her up with her taller figure. “Let me know when you’re done Melia,” she said to the secretary peering down at Jenny’s eyes. “Now then, head to the wall with your hands against it. This should be quick I imagine,” she said, teasing her lack of wear.



Jenny followed her instruction and got into position with her butt out and breasts dangling downwards. She stood nervously as Tyrea started from her stockings feeling up around her thighs, squishing and pulling them open a bit for viewing. Jenny braced for her panties to be next but was surprised to feel her blouse raised up for her back and stomach to be glided on from her cool white gloves. A quick poke through her hair was followed by Tyrea’s face appearing to her side as she looked at the massive cleavage conflictingly.



Tyrea stared Jenny dead on as she put a finger on her buttons, Jenny pleading silently to not undo them as she thankfully relented. The momentary relief disappeared though as she instead searched through the deep valley of Jenny's supple melons, both noticing the sweat accumulated with surprise from the hotter floor. Jenny’s face turned away timidly as she continued exploring the expanse for what felt like minutes, praying she wouldn’t cause them to burst open.



The ravine search ended soon after as Tyrea moved behind her and Jenny relaxed, only to jump a little feeling her hips grabbed. A shocked look backward to a faint grin on the guard’s face signaled her to slowly peel down the pink lace from her tush. She wanted to lock her legs together to stop it but knew that would just prolong this, feeling their descent to around her knees.



A gloved finger wraps around her front tuft and slides down to her sex and back around to her butt as Jenny hears a disapproving snicker from behind. Then a grab to her large cheek follows with several grips and a pull outwards exposing her hole to the open. Her legs buckle in response as it’s let go and jiggles back into place. She somehow managed to stay quiet through it all with her face saying more than enough for her.



The room’s silence is interrupted by the boss’s door opening and what looked like an intern exiting with a stick of gum in his mouth and hand. He’s placing it into his stuffed back pocket as he sees the scene and stops mid chew, both women looking back at him with opposing looks. Tyrea simply glares and signals with her hand to keep moving and he listens, bumping into the door with his eyes not leaving them.



Jenny holds her head against the wall defeated as she feels her panties pulled up to her ass and stopping suddenly. She almost looks back to see why until she feels them be used to bounce and play with her large caboose like an old ex or child would. A sudden hike up her ass wedgies and leaves her butt more exposed than when she started as she starts to stand normally. Tyrea quickly sneaks her mouth at her ear and whispers a bold “You’re Wet” before leaving her and declaring the inspection over, Jenny quickly grabbing her clipboard again for her crotch knowing that she was right.



“Mr. Meringue will see you now Ms. Jenny,” Melia said finally. Tyrea went to open the door for her and still looked down at Jenny as she shuffled into the big office, tugging at her light wedgie quickly. Ahead of her was a fairly small imbalanced office chair with holes on its sides, appearing miniscule to the large oval desk with computers it faced. More windows made up most of the walls as the sun beat down on the building from above. Mr. Meringue stood up from his computer and smiled to see the blonde worker.



“Ah Jenny, good to see you. Please, have a seat. I shouldn’t have you long for your employee review,” he said cheerfully. “Of course sir,” Jenny replied with a nervous smile back. He was a mostly relaxed and good boss, but could be rather strict when it came to telling and not asking from his staff.



Board still at her front, she cautiously moved and stayed facing him sitting down. As her fat ass filled the seat fully and her flesh poked through, she felt something…amiss beneath her right at her sex. She sat puzzled for a moment before shifting slightly with the feeling and chair following her movements.



“So then Ms. Jenny,” Meringue began, getting her attention again “I find myself quite pleased with the work and spirit you bring to our fair company here. It’s great to know that I have a dependable and cheery worker that can motivate everyone!” He continued getting up from his desk and moving to the windows.



“Why thank you sir! It’s always a pleasure to see smiling faces from people old and new,” she said, still squirming. “Ah indeed, and it’s a great thing that you mention the new ones with all the interns today. It reminds me of when I was a young intern starting work for the first time. You see, I-” Mr. Meringue continued to monologue as Jenny’s attention creeped back to her seat and the odd texture.



Just what was it? It was centered earlier but now it was making its way across her cheeks as she continued to fidget and fail at paying attention. She wanted to stand up and look but did not want to bring attention to herself in her state, but her mind couldn’t move on from it. Oh no she suddenly thought as the intern from earlier flashed into her mind, the one with gum in his mouth and back pocket. She foolishly lifted her butt up and down quickly to confirm her fears, she sat on a stick of gum, maybe multiple.



Not thinking clearly, Jenny tried to move away from it not knowing that she was making it all the worse. It felt so warm and sticky, reminding Jenny of old tender moments as a chill spread through her body in the fairly hot room. Every constrained sway of her hips in the chair increased its area as she made a spectacle of herself, the chair knocking on the floor making her tatas rock along. Her boss would’ve been hypnotized by the jiggle show if he had been paying attention, the poor fool. She saw him look to her for confirmation for a second, simply nodding with a false smile as they both went back to their movements.



Another knock and she felt the warm ick reach a deeper private spot, soon to hit another. Oh goodness, was the gum getting on her bare ass through the laces? She tried to lift again but felt more pull against her rise as her brain kicked into worry. The squishing sensation was going to drive her crazy if this kept up, but she didn’t know what to do except keep it up and cover her fat ass in it. It was all worsened by Tyrea’s little comment returning to her mind as she felt her body keep her statement true. Maybe that was the answer? Maybe if she could just make herself damp enough she could…



“Well I’m glad you agreed Jenny, I think you’re perfect for the job! Let me get the papers ready for you,” Meringue said, suddenly snapping her back from her mind.

“U-um, sorry I didn’t hear that quite right. Could you repeat it please?”

“I’m printing out the intern forms and signatures for you to hand them right after your little speech to them this afternoon, you just agreed to it,” he said typing away. Jenny’s eyes widened and she almost sat up in contention, at least she would if her ass wasn’t stuck.



“OH, oh Mr. Meringue I-i’m not sure if I would be the best suited for that actually. My, my um,” Jenny stammered trying to find a way out of this, her boss just laughing at the attempt.

“Oh don’t worry Jenny, we all get butterflies but you’ll be great at it. If the employees like you so much then I’m sure they’ll come to do so as well in time. Besides, you already agreed and seemed quite certain already!” he said with a smile as Jenny’s fate was sealed. A buzz from his phone suddenly went off making him sigh annoyed as he stood up.



“Alright then, I suppose this meeting is over. I’ll have the papers printed out to your office soon for the speech at 1:30. Oh and Melia told me about your ID, make sure you get it replaced first before talking, he should be all ready for you. Have a good day Jenny,” he said, picking up the phone right after and talking. He approached Jenny for a handshake and she shook it instinctively, not expecting him to raise her as well.



As she grabbed his hand and was pulled up she immediately felt the next second play out in slow motion. The opposing slip of her panties as she rose and they descended to barely covering her crotch. The light tug became more strenuous at her thighs for a split moment before the silent snap was felt: The Pink Lace Panties had broken at her sides. The boss’s attention was turned away for the phone call as Jenny looked back to see the broken garment on the seat. A horrific screech playing in her head before she went down to retrieve them, pulling them up forcefully from the sticky white trap.



Grabbing her board to her backside and rolling the pink-white ball at her crotch, Jenny dashed out of the office and beyond the secretary’s room. The stationary duo noticed her panic through her jumping Jennies and semi-covered bounces, wondering just what transpired.



Chapter 5



Taking her chances with another broom closet, Jenny looked at the garment defeated, trying to salvage it. It was hopeless thanks to the snap and gum’s abundance throughout making it a burden, the panties looking as if they were enjoyed intimately by someone else for hours. Even if they weren’t snapped, how could she wear them in public? The implications and feel would drive her mad while everyone would laugh at her or worse.



She pondered the chemicals inside but all were too strong and would just ruin them further. She laid a hand across her cheeks and sex feeling the residue of the gum across it randomly, hoping that it looked cleaner than it felt. The thought of having to continue her day like this looking like a sl*t was mortifying, but her body couldn’t help but show a modicum of excitement from the air. She hides the gummed panties between her bust, hoping they could at least be used later somehow.



With a new set of nerves, a barely functioning blouse, heels, and her stockings, Jenny made off to the picture room to get her ID replaced. Her panties were already making her regretful as her bouncy tits made them squish and slide between them, ashamedly not completely hating the feeling.



She hoped for an empty elevator and hallways again but of course found a small handful of co-workers along the way. She held her head as high as she could in face of the embarrassment and their eyes and whispers as she passed. Far across the building and a floor above her office, Jenny arrived at the picture room with the photographer, Bill, ready and waiting in the next room.



“Hello, Bill?” She knocked on the door, getting the man’s attention from his set up. She would have seen eyes as big as her breasts if not for his glasses' opacity. The shorter man smiled greatly and went in for a handshake, pretending to look her in the eye but gazing at her tight chest instead. His keen eyes were always helpful, but especially so for Jenny and other women around with their lovely bodies and unfortunate clothing.



“Hiya Jenny, great to see you! Already know you need a new ID so I’ll just have you step in place here for the photos,” he exclaimed and directed her beneath the lights and bulbs. She stood ready with her clipboard at her front and buttons still in place somehow, trying to find a proper smile.



“Hmm, ok Jenny I’ll need you to put your clipboard to the side and stand up straight, ID needs to be professional after all,” Bill said behind the camera, zooming into her face currently. With a gulp she complied and bent her knees to place it down, giving him a greater view of her rift as a secret photo was taken. She stood up quickly with her hands at her front now, hoping they would cover what was needed. Another few seconds passed with no flash as Bill came up again.



“Ok that’s better, but your hands need to be at your sides and standing straight,” he added to her dismay. She reluctantly followed his instructions and hoped that all would be fine, unable to see his gleeful face at her uncovered bush and sex behind the camera. Some hidden snaps went off as he waited for the right moment to flash capture Jenny with her eyes closed, prompting another to be taken. And then several more before he decided she was too far away from him.



She was growing annoyed at the time passing and her apparent mistakes, stepping closer than he originally hoped for. He zoomed in with more than his spirits rising as he was able to make out the folds of her nethers and bottom of her cheeks through her lovely thigh gap, being sure to view the rest of her body all the same. “Was something stuffed in her chest?” he wondered, still satisfied with the poking nipples through her blouse.



“Aaaand done! Thank you for being great under the light Jenny, I’ll have the ID ready for you in just a moment,”

“Thank you, and finally,” Jenny muttered under her breath. Bill stood still and blessed his patience as Jenny’s lack of such made her turn around and bend over for her board in front of the camera. He went into overdrive taking as many photos of the brief moment as he could, getting every frame of her full moon and hairy thatch as best he could before she could cover up again. He was surprised to see it decorated with an odd white substance across it, even on her bush and peeking inwards. His mind went wild as he knew he’d be enjoying this set for the rest of his life.



The influx of photos made finding a proper one take longer than expected, but Bill came out soon with her ID ready and a photo of her blushing red face and her full chest in shot. “Feel free to come by again if you want a new one,” he said happily as she waved a thank you goodbye and put on the short lanyard. It sat right above her buttons atop her cleavage, chilling them somewhat to her body’s pleasure. She exited the room and prepared for her long walk back to her office forgetting to cover her rear, leaving Bill with a final view of her bouncing bubble butt turn down the hall with its white gummed ropes on it.



Jenny took the nearest elevator down and began her walk all across the building to her office. Some people filed in behind her and she immediately used the board to cover her rear, not knowing that she only pressed her buns up for a different enticing view. She looked behind in hopes of them turning elsewhere as she left for her floor, but they seemed to be heading the same way unfortunately. Her mind wandered to what they could be seeing and how she felt with just her blouse and board, her melons feeling so heavy and tender against the blouse as her nipples stayed pointed and her sex in the open air.



“Unbelievable,” she thought to herself as her mind focused on her ass. “I know it’s big but I can feel it so well. Oohh, I just need the people behind me to go elsewhere!” she complained in her mind, the coworkers behind her luckily needing to go her way and glad to see her thighs subtly jiggle as well. Past an upcoming corner she heard the sounds of many people as they approached. She bashfully moved the board to her front just before they turned over, giving the ones behind her a very lucky day as her ass was no longer pressed.



The lone man’s mouth hung open as he saw the doughy glazed cheeks shake with each fold and ripple closely, the two women beside him gawking at Jenny’s exposure and the man’s reactions. His growing erection was one thing but the sl*tty cake in front of them was deserving of some pictures and videos, each white streak highlighting it to a sexy degree. Jenny nervously waves and says hello at the passing crowd, receiving many lecherous and odd looks due to her showy attire. The taller few in the crowd smiled down at the creamy valley she displayed, unsure if they were seeing pink or not within.



“Just another minute or so,” she thought to herself as she continued with a tall man following her at the side. She didn’t notice him or his eyes peering straight down into her busty pillows as they swayed hypnotically for everyone’s eyes. She was an idol but couldn’t begin to conceive such, just thankful her vagina was hiding from all of this. Her growing wet vagina that was too concealed by her rump. She hoped the people behind her left as she imagined a clap from her cheeks, followed by another and growing into applause.



She turned red hot and started to pick up her pace as her thoughts turned into reality with them becoming all she could hear. Her own applause was accompanied by her milkers bouncing more erratically with her growing arousal. The stressing buttons conforming from each bounce as they weakened but held on. A fluid was felt in her inner thigh as she noticed her office right ahead, nearly missing it and shutting her door and blinds before anyone could follow.



She dropped her board and nearly touched herself before remembering where she was, holding it together with her ass pressed against the door with an escaped moan. “It’s almost over Jenny,” she encouraged herself. “Just this stupid speech and you can escape.” With some time to kill and not wanting to chance herself outside, Jenny sat down at her desk and continued her earlier work to distract herself. It was hard though, feeling her bare ass and mound on her seat all the while.



Chapter 6



With the papers in her clipboard and as ready as she could be, Jenny got up to leave her office early for her little speech. She figured it wouldn’t take long nor would many show up, so she didn’t bother thinking of what to say. Not that she could really with her mind and body needing some relaxation. She cringed, noticing a dark spot on her seat as she got her miniboard to her front and took off.



The walk to the conference room was mostly empty and uneventful thankfully, not finding a reason to cover her tush as she tried to ignore its unbounded mass and light audio. She entered the room from a side entrance with her ID and peered out the glass to see her audience. It was a surprising but displeasing sight as she noticed about a dozen of them chatting about with Lucille, the gum fan and the breakroom interns appearing as well. She checked herself one last time with overflowing nerves and stepped out to face the music.



The room quickly noticed the door opening and the blonde bombshell walk through, their conversations halting as their faces gave mixed expressions. Lucille had a smile of recognition while the others held surprise, leers, and something on the tip of their tongue. She eyed Lucille especially as she walked to the center of the tables for them, hoping her very new friend’s presence would calm her nerves.



Lucy had been anticipating her next encounter with Jenny and she was slightly disappointed to see her jubilees still contained, but took quick notice at her side thigh as her heart jumped. “She really had found a way to lose her panties after all,” she thought, amazed and already cooking up a way to see her dump truck and garden again. No way could she pass that chance up after seeing her greenthumb’s work and more on the bus some days ago.



“Ahem, h-hello everyone,” Jenny stammered. “My name is Ms. J-Jenny and I’m here to give a little speech about what we do here at Stress Inc. We specialize in-” she continued on autopilot with ease talking about her work. It was second nature to her, and thank goodness for that because she could not have done so otherwise with all the eyes on her. Her own darted around constantly to each person as they searched her with great interest and smiled or held back laughs.



She caught herself breathing more heavily than usual as her mind hit her breasts again, the giants’ weight and sensitivity seeming to rise with each breath as she tried to not look down at them, everyone was doing more than enough for her. How long until her last piece of cover was lost somehow? How long until her fat full tits eyed Lucille or the breakroom intern again? How long until her clam went out of her control? It was just becoming too much for her, she had to get out of here.



“And that will be it for the speech,” she said suddenly coming back to earth. She wasn’t sure where she left off honestly but surely they wouldn’t mind either. “N-now I just have some forms for you all to sign about your experiences today and then we’ll be all good to go. Let me just uh,” she stopped, trying to figure out the best way to hand them the papers while keeping her cover.



“I’ll hand them out for you!” Lucille said suddenly, already halfway there before Jenny could process it. She raised them up for her to take, too late to notice that her mound was now front and center for the room as Lucille smiled more in confirmation. The board was gone from her hands before she could think of getting it back, leaving her own two hands to cover her treasure, too slow for everyone to not get a decent look at least. “Did any of them get a phone out? Oh how stupid of me!” she chastised herself in her head, moving backwards a bit and waiting with her ass pressed to the wall.



Lucy looked back and forth between her fellow interns and new friend, wondering if she acted too soon. She really wanted to see that ass again but there was little to do now with her away. She’d just have to wait and appreciate her earlier handiwork, her hands didn’t hide too much at least.



Jenny kept her hands hard pressed against her vagina and hairs as she tried to shut down any glimpses at her, many of which were successful as she tried to keep herself busy and awake. She was growing tired after all the excitement today and could feel herself winding down. She stretched her fingers and toes a bit for some movement and quickly regretted it, feeling how damp she had become and trying not to do it further. It would keep her awake but at a cost she couldn’t bear for the rest of her life if she enjoyed herself here and now.



“Ms. Jenny, I have a question about one of the words here. Could you explain it to me?” one of the interns blurted out suddenly. Jenny couldn’t recognize them from before but grimaced all the same as she walked forward to help. “He just had to be near the middle of the group,” she thought as she accepted that someone would be seeing her from behind. She peered over the young adult as he pointed to a sketchy part of the paper, having to flash a group of three behind her, excluding Lucille. She heard whispers behind her but ignored them as she tried to read the oddly typed text.



“Pendulous?” she read aloud, “That means something that’s um, swaying or hanging downwards I believe. Think of like, some g****s or apples hanging from a tree,” she answered, wondering why it was even on the form. “Yea like some big apples, got it Ms!” he replied, looking to her underboob for a momentary example with a few snickers around. She waltzed back with her ass in view for the whole room, several gobsmacking at her apple bottom in its vanilla candied icing. Lucille in particular held back a moan as she saw the sight and couldn’t believe it was real, just what did she do today??



“Oh, Ms Jenny! I have a question over here as well!” a girl in front of Lucille said before Jenny could make it back to the wall. She held a fake smile as she made her way over and bent forward, giving Lucy a throwback to her bus encounter with the cow. Just as voluptuous and thick as she remembered, and now looking like she was creamed on and taking pride in it. She was just a marvel honestly.



“Varnish?” Jenny read out this time, with text even worse than before. What font did they type these in? “I’m not too sure about that one sorry, I think it’s paint related though? Feel free to use your phones for any others,” she answered perplexed as the intern grinned. Was there a paint section she didn’t know about?



She walked back confused with her hands still on her front, deciding to stand closer to them and avoid the constant back and forth. There was hardly a peep afterwards though as they all took their time scribbling away at the form in completion. She relaxed from tiredness and just stood there, rocking on her foot to keep herself awake as her breasts moved slightly along.



Several of them pushed their papers aside and brought their phones out, with more following as they all finished. A smile crept up to her mouth as she saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She was about to dismiss them so she could leave alone before a yawn rose within her. With the room’s attention back on her as she stretched backwards, she released it and let out a breath as she heard something hit the floor. She looked around oblivious to what it was, soon noticing everyone’s phones and gaze staring below her face.



She looked down at her bust embarrassed at their blunt stares until she saw a button right beyond her foot. One of her blouse’s buttons.



“Oh God” was all she could say before a POP! Signaled the end of Jenny’s buttons as the last one flew to the back. The stripped garment fell past her shoulders and hung on her arms by the forced blowback from her fabric stretching sex mounds making their grand entrance. They bounced a very welcome hello as perky as could be, not sagging in the slightest despite their gravitas. Her diamond quality nipples in particular pointed at an upward angle only a woman in her prime could display. They weren’t left bare though, being topped with her blushing ID sitting like a crown.



“Look at those milkers…” one of the interns said as the room bursted into hoots and hollers.

“Is this our payment as interns? You got a hire for life with me if so,” a second added.

“Holy Crap, look at that pussy!” another piped in, Jenny now trying to cover her boobies and sex from the room. Her hand slipped under her breasts, splitting them accidentally as she felt something small hit her feet.



The room quickly silenced again with many standing up to see Jenny’s glazed pink lace panties across her toes, finding a way to accidentally step into them already. She looked on in horror at the pair’s return and their lasting effect on her globes, the white gum stretching between each plump perky peak in the valley of her cleavage. She couldn’t fathom what it had done and realized that it must have been just as bad for her booty. It looked, it looked…



“Look, she took a fat load from someone!” the gum loving intern shouted, oblivious to his unintentional handiwork and stirring both the room and people outside.

“Damn, I guess this place doubles as a Hooters huh knockers?” a final one laughed.

“Nononono, I didn’t! I would never-” she tried to protest before seeing a camera flash at her breasts from in and outside. It was far too late for talking, she had to run out of there.



Jenny started her mad streak across the building, but not before her panties got in the way one last time. The sticky garment made her trip and fall onto an unexpecting Lucille as she was graciously smothered by her pillows, her mouth nearly catching a nipple as her hands were near her legs. Jenny tried to be careful and apologize to her while Lucille was living the wet dream, her hands moving on their own as they felt up her thick thighs and reached her ass for a quick squeeze. It was the last thing on Jenny’s mind though as she picked herself up and dashed out the room, her panties being left on the intern’s face as she stayed starstruck.



She tried to grab her blouse for cover as she ran wildly through the building, not yet looking where she was going and the garment escaping her grasp. She nearly got a handle on it before a sudden opening door’s handle hooked it clean off first, one less cover for the streaker to wear. “My Bra” she thought. “I have to find my bra!” she declared as she started off again, looking for where her office could be. She lost her way in her haste and avoidance of anyone she spotted, looking frantically for any signs to help. She saw several followers from interns to co-workers to even the janitor managing to keep up with the blonde blur, her heels slowing her speed. She scoffed and took a second to remove them as she continued holding them now in just her glasses and stockings as one of her least favorite sounds came into everyone’s ears.



CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP was made from her frosted cake now with her gaining in speed and her covered feet hitting the floor. Her massive titties played along as the gum helped them collide and slap against each other continuously in rhythm, slowly growing apart as they went beyond the gum’s holds to truly jiggle freely.



She luckily found her office room and looked for her bra. “Where did I put it? Where did I put it?” she wondered as the crowd caught up again and peered inwards. Her show of barely covering herself and moving around was greatly liked and made even better when she found the pink bra flat under her desk. She bashfully dove under with her feet and ass in perfect view for her windows, clawing at the bra’s ends just out of reach. As she wiggled deeper and deeper to expand her reach, the crowd’s excitement rose higher and higher as she practically twerked in a way most could dream of.



The crowd roared at her dripping lips covered by golden locks, the wobble wagon surpassing any descriptive with its juicy spendor. The stockings, her only real clothing left enhanced the sight tenfold as her thighs pressed over them. Maybe she would’ve done it differently if she had the chance, but nothing would be able to help her hide her treasures at this point.



The full moon luring the ever growing crowd into hypnosis suddenly ended with an excited “I Got It!” from Jenny as her tits bounced from the side. She quickly went to fasten the thing, forgetting why she left it in the first place, heading out to push past her fans and get to her car. All it took was a single brush and tug from her side for it to fall down and highlight her breasts. She wanted to berate herself but her mind was in too many places while she was still here.



“Hey Jenny, bit early for Casual Friday don’t you think?”

“Hell Yeah, shake that bubble butt!

“Wow, I can even see her dripping now. What a sl*t!”



She wanted to ignore them. She wanted to say that they were wrong. But with each jump of her jugs and clap of her cheeks, Jenny’s exposed, well-kempt hairy sex was positively moist by her own doing. She fought the surging desire to get rid of it right there as she exited to her car. Her body glowed in the sunlight with the gum heating up again against her buns and sex. It was a perfect situation for a final viewing from the office as she left them in her dust.



She had the foresight to hide a key in her heel as it was thankfully still there and unlocked the car door. With a heavy sit and jiggle through her body, she quickly drove off to home in her near nudity. Her neighbors took a lucky gander at her return as she made it in with a single hand over her sex. She rushed straight for the bathroom and into the shower, not waiting for it to warm as she entered to take care of some final business.



The scandalous day flooded her mind freely as she blushed and pet her pussy with the water coming down. Each clap of her ass, each swing of her tits, all the eyes, all the photos, and every laugh, comment and touch at her body came back to her nonstop. She truly detested it but could not deny the feeling any longer.



“You’re Wet”

“Oh! Ms. Jenny, your ass is out!”

“Wow, I can even see her dripping now. What a sl*t!”



Everything built inside as her petting turned into swift rubbing across and into her sex, her other hand groping her tit. Her moans filled the empty house as she grabbed her sensitive nipple and pinched, ending her shift as she climaxed passionately. She panted and fell to the floor with open legs as she reveled in her release with the sun showing over her in the skylight.



Chapter 7: Epilogue



Taking her time in the warm water and cleaning herself down thoroughly, Jenny washed up focused on where she was now, safe and home alone. Peeling away her soaked stockings and foggy glasses, she dried off with a towel and adorned a cosy robe with nothing underneath. With a leaping sprawl across her bed, she just breathed and thought about what to eat when a buzz from her phone broke the silence.



She looked over to the thing in dread, sitting right with her first ID as she opened expecting to see her phone blown up. It was surprisingly empty however save a single notification from a number she didn’t quite recognize.



“Hello, is this Ms. Jenny? This is Lucille, just wanted to say sorry for the situation earlier you experienced. I looked over and returned all the forms to Mr. Meringue, they were all very positive and I think your speech helped! I also looked into it and would like to intern under you going forward, if that’s ok with you of course. I’ll be sure to return your jacket as well next time haha.”



Jenny smiled down at the message touched by her kindness, thinking of what to say. “Hi Lucille, this is Jenny, yes. Thank you very much for the kind words and I’d love to be a mentor for you in the future! I’ll make the arrangements from home soon. Also don’t worry about the jacket, it looks better on you than me anyways.”



The blonde laughed to herself a bit from the whole day, maybe it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. She quickly dialed up her husband and went to the kitchen for something to eat. “Hey dear, how are you? You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”



As she finishes typing to Jenny, Lucy waves bye to her fellow interns as her friend arrives to pick her up. She steps in barely paying him any mind looking through Stress Inc’s special chat, blowing up with messages and shares of their sights, photos and videos of today’s Jenny Moments. The admin, Bill, made sure to share and pin some extra special ones, Lucy making sure to save every last one. She would try to be better to Jenny after the rough day she had, occasionally, maybe, but she wouldn’t dare miss out on this goldmine.



“So, how was the intern thing? I’m sure you had to fight to stay awake,” her friend said with his eyes on the road. She simply snickered and looked in her jacket pocket, making sure the white-pink lace panties hadn’t mysteriously disappeared.

“Oh I had a Joyful time actually, might have a new job too,”



The End