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 �>�The Joys of an Empty Office byTlerone�(C)

   Of all the things Diane expected to greet her when she arrived at her
desk this morning, the sight of Emma Collins, her co-worker perched there
with a more than devious grin on her face was not high on that list.

   Not than Diane disliked Emma, they got on well enough and were both
accomplished in their own regard for the work they do.  But Emma always
seemed to have a disliking for her, what with dirty looks when she thought
she wasn't looking or offhand comments when she thought she wasn't
listening.  So Diane was more than a little cautious when approaching the
petite brunette, removing her black hooded jacket and placing it on the
back of her chair.

   "Hey Emma, didn't get the memo about social distancing huh?  Diane
asked, trying her best to keep her tone light-hearted and jokey, but the
look Emma was giving her was unnerving to say the least.  Their staff the
past few weeks had really dwindled to probably about 20 people between the
five-story office block their company inhabited.  And on the fourth floor
Diane, Emma and another of their co-workers were the only ones keeping
their department afloat.  So there was really no reason for Emma to be as
close as she was.

   "Oh I did Diane," There was something off with Emma's tone of voice, but
Diane tried her best to ignore it, "But it's just us girls here, and
besides I was just wondering if you had got the memo about the dress code?"
Emma finished her sentence by raising her eyebrow, a sly smile making its
way onto her lips.

   "Dress code?" Diane was genuinely confused.  Their office's dress code
was practically non-existent.  Diane was wearing her typical high waisted
black pants, and a long-sleeved black top.  Her black sneakers with a flame
pattern on them that finished off her gothic attire were maybe a little
unprofessional, but far from the worst she's ever seen in the office
(seriously, David in accounting showed up in his boxers and dressing gown
one day and didn't even get a verbal warning), and by all accounts she
wasn't dressed any differently from any other day.

   "Yeah Diane, I'm seeing a lot of violations right here." Emma stood up
from where she was perched on the desk, coming face to face with the goth
girl, eyeing her up and down.  Diane only stood around 5'5 but Emma at a
petite 5'3 was dwarfed even by her, though somehow Emma managed to look
intimidating.  Looking at Emma, she seemed to be wearing the same plaid
shirt and worn jeans Diane saw her in every day as well, showing no
evidence of any sort of drastic change to the dress code.

   "What are you talking about, I'm dressed the same way I do every day? 
No one from management is even here, when could they possibly have changed
this?" Diane was trying her best to remain calm, but the grin spreading
across Emma's face was filling her with dread.  Was she just messing with
her?  Was this some sort of build up to a joke at her expense?  Emma had
never been so forward with insulting her before.

   "Well you see Diane..." Emma finally backed away from her, walking
around their bank of desks to her own, her stride indicating to Diane that
bad things were in store for her, "With all the managers off sick or
isolating, I've been given a temporary promotion, overseeing things and
making sure the workers we have left are doing their jobs."

   That didn't really surprise the goth beauty, their company regularly
temporarily promoted staff members to manager for a day or two to keep
things running smoothly when managers were absent, and it doubled to give
the employees a bit of perspective of what managers had to deal with.  And
Emma was a good employee, so it wasn't so far out of the realm of
possibility that they'd give it to her, especially since their floor which
usually seated up to 30 only had a tenth of that in these days.

   "And as my first official act of temporary manager, I've decided to make
a change to the dress code," Emma accentuated her decree by pointing to a
new sign, freshly laminated hanging on the office wall behind their bank of
desks.  From where Diane was all she could make out was thick bold
lettering (In comic sans!  The hell was Emma smoking?) stating DRESS CODE,
with smaller writing underneath, "And you seem to be violating it."

   "Very funny Emma, but fine I'll play your dumb game, how exactly am I
violating the dress code?" Diane wasn't usually so crude, especially with
Emma, but the brunette was clearly just trying to be mean to the
raven-haired goth, and Diane wasn't having it as she approached Emma,
starting to read the laminated sign.

   DRESS CODE

   

   All employees must follow the previous dress code guidelines



   

   The only exception being if your name is Diane Brown



   

   In this case, all articles of clothing can be counted as a dress code
violation



   

   Failure to comply with the dress code can result in punishment at
managers discretion



   Diane blinked, opening and closing her mouth, words escaping her, her
beautiful milky white skin beginning to turn pink around the ears, a blush
beginning to inhabit her usually pale cheeks.  Emma couldn't really be
serious about this, could she?  Sure, they had their differences, but this
was going a little far, even as a joke.  But looking back towards the
brunette confirmed to her, that she was not in a joking mood.

   "I'm serious, it's been updated into the work code of conduct." Emma
smirked, coming to stand face to face with Diane, the goth's arms wrapping
around herself as Emma did her best to intimidate her co-worker.

   "So...  Uh...  I guess I should go home and change?" Diane laughed
nervously, backing away from the brunette, tugging at her collar.  Emma was
really starting to freak her out, and Diane was willing to play along for
the time being if it meant not pissing off the shorter brunette anymore. 
Emma clearly had more of a grudge against her than first thought.

   "Change into what exactly Diane?  I don't think you read the dress code
closely enough..." Emma stated with her same sing-song tone of voice she'd
been using since Diane got in, "ALL articles of clothing can be counted as
a dress code violation." Emma repeated, pointing towards the sign on the
wall, turning back to Diane, eyebrow raised.

   Diane's cheeks grew red as Emma confirmed her thoughts.  She thought
that's what Emma meant but she was holding out hope that she was just
kidding her.  Though the expression on Emma's face told the goth beauty
that she was not in fact messing with her.  "So...  so what should I..."

   "Strip." The words came out of Emma's mouth as if it was nothing out of
the ordinary, business as usual, "Unless you want a week's suspension for
violating the company's dress code."

   Diane was lost for words.  Emma had just told her to strip off her
clothes, get naked right here in the middle of their office.  Sure they
were the only two on the current floor, but another co-worker was due in
soon, and there were people on other floors!

   "R...right here?" Diane asked nervously.

   "What, you wanna strip in the bathroom?  You're going to be out here
naked regardless." Emma replied snarkily, rolling her eyes at the younger
girl's pitiful attempt at delaying this.  She could see Diane looking
around nervously, arms crossed over her bust, biting her plump lips.

   "Oh fine, for the love of God, but we're going now!" Emma snapped,
deciding to humor the younger woman.

   Diane was surprised at Emma's action of pity, but didn't have time to
dwell on it too long as she felt Emma violently tugging he arm towards the
double doors at the end of the office, leading out to the elevator lobby
and bathrooms.  Diane tried to protest and pull her arm away, but Emma
was strong, especially for someone as petite as she was.  Emma dragged
Diane all the way into women's bathroom, the two of them realising that
they're no longer alone.

   "Oh, hi girls!  Fancy seeing you two here." The last of the three
employees left on that floor greeted her co-workers cheerily, rinsing off
her hands in the sink "Sorry for being a little late, can never be too
careful with washing your hands these days!"

   "Don't worry about it Helen, Diane was just rectifying her violations of
the dress code..." Emma finally let go of Diane's arm, staring down the
goth expectantly.  Diane's heart was thumping in her chest, now Helen was
here too and that made her even more nervous.

   "Oh I heard about that!  What are the chances that you happened to be
named Diane Brown?"

   Diane...  didn't know if Helen was joking or not...  and seriously, had
the updated dress code been emailed out or something?

   "Emma, can't we talk abou..."

   "No Diane, you're not getting out of this, do you want to be suspended!"
Diane shook her head quickly at Emma's words, her face growing redder,
"Then strip, before the offending items are forcibly removed."

   Diane practically squeaked at that threat, hurriedly kicking off her
flame pattern sneakers.  Stripping was bad enough but being stripped?  Just
the thought gave her butterflies in her tummy.  Diane rolled her socks off
her feet, stuffing them into her shoes, before looking back up to Emma who
had a wicked grin on her face as she watched the goth, and Helen who was
drying off her hands.

   "Pants next, then the top."

   Diane froze at the shorter brunette's orders.  She was making a real
show out of this, and it, making the pale girl's face blush even deeper. 
With wobbly hands she reached for her high waisted pants, her thumbs
hooking in the waistband of the soft material, as Diane took a deep breath,
her hands sliding the pants down her legs, as pale milky white as her face
(had she not been blushing furiously), exposing a pair of black and white
Jack Skellington panties.  She heard a chuckle from Emma before her pants
continued their decent, pooling at her ankles, the goth stepping out of
them completely, and looking back up at her temporary boss/tormentor, eyes
pleading for some sort of mercy.  Only for the brunette to make a keep
going motion with her hand, sealing Diane to her embarrassing fate.

   "Well, I'm gonna go get started on some files, see you girls in there!"
Helen had finished washing and drying her hands, making her way towards the
bathroom door.  Helen hadn't seemed to be paying attention to Diane this
entire time, something the raven-haired goth was insanely thankful for, but
still having one less person looking at her while she was stripping was
sure to make it easier for her.  Emma turned to her co-worker, innocence
(very poorly) faked on her face.

   "Oh, but Helen I need someone here with me to help supervise.  Code of
conduct dictates there must be an impartial third-party present when
correcting workplace violations." Emma seemed to say that too confidently
for Diane's liking.  Helen turned back, blonde ponytail whipping around,
her face clearly in thought.

   A few seconds passed before she finally came out with "You're right,
section 4, subsection 14.  Sorry Diane..."

   Diane let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding.  Helen's
disturbingly astute attention to detail on the code of conduct answered her
question on how she already knew about the dress code change, but Diane was
still mortified that she was about to be completely in her underwear in
front of two of her co-workers.  Reaching for the hem of her top, she
slowly pulled it up, exposing her midriff before coming to the bottom of
her breasts.  Rather embarrassingly, she had to pull the top forward
slightly to get it past her bra, her ample breasts coming into view beneath
a matching black and white bra, pulling her top over her head, dropping it
down on the floor.

   "What are you thinking with these ridiculous things..." Emma was
muttering, the half-naked Diane looking up to see Emma had grabbed her
shoes from the floor, looking at the flame pattern on the side, "Oh don't
stop on my account.  Panties next, I want to save those jugs for last."

   Diane swallowed stiffly, barely hearing Helens retort of "Don't be so
crude Emma." As her hands rubbed her trembling legs.  Taking off her
underwear?  That was all too much.  Every area of her body was heating up
at the thought.

   "Emma can't I just..."

   "Diane, one more word and your underwear's getting ripped off!"

   Diane frantically whimpered out 'ok ok ok!', hooking her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties, jaw clenched and her entire body shaking
slightly, in one swift motion, pulling her underwear down her legs, raising
one leg, then the other to step out of them, holding the little piece of
cotton over her now exposed pussy, eyes shut tightly as her face absolutely
burned with shame.  It was only when the goth heard Emma clear her throat,
looking expectantly at where her hands were over her crotch, that Diane
finally dropped her panties on top of the rest of her clothes.

   "Huh, wouldn't have pegged you as naturally that dark haired..." Emma's
eyes were locked right between Diane's legs, the goth's hands going to
cover her trimmed bush and exposed pussy.  Now standing in front of two of
her co-workers in nothing but a bra, the raven haired girl could feel
herself shaking, her legs trembling, as she looked down at her bare feet in
shame, hoping, praying that Emma would stop here, proclaim this all to be a
joke, and let her get dressed.  But the evil smirk on Emma's face told her
that was in fact, not what was going to happen.

   Diane reached behind her back, arms going to the clasp of her bra, her
only remaining piece of clothing.  Diane's nervous fingers fiddled with the
hook, her legs rubbing together nervously as she was about to expose her
large breasts to two people she worked with every day.

   "Wow, taking the bra off without being asked!  That's the spirit!" Diane
cringed at Emma's comment, not having realised she was about to strip
willingly without being directly ordered to, "Don't stop on my account,
that bra's obviously stuffed anyways, it'll be nice to 'get it off your
chest!'"

   Emma laughed at her own crude joke, while Helen shook her head
disapprovingly.  Diane's trembling hands shakily unhooked her bra, briefly
considering holding the cups to her chest to prolong her short time left
with clothing, but as she noticed an eyebrow on Emma's forehead raise, she
decided to just go for it, throwing the straps off her shoulders, throwing
her sole garment on the floor along with the rest of her discarded clothes.

   "Holy shit they're real!" Emma exclaimed, sounding half in disbelief,
half delighted.  Diane's arms shot to cover herself, both arms doing their
best to cover her ample boobs, feeling her nipples hardening in the cool
air, shifting nervously from foot to foot on the cold tile flooring of the
ladies room.

   "I was convinced you were padding!  I owe Kate five bucks..." Emma
remarked, looking Diane up and down, even walking over to get a peek at the
goth girl's pale ass "At least your butt's smaller than mine..." Emma
crossed her arms over her chest, walking back around to the pile of
clothing in front of her bare buxom co-worker, reaching down, and gathering
them in her arms

   "So, time to get back to work?" Helen asked happily, turning to Emma. 
The brunette nodded, turning back to her naked co-worker, a victorious grin
on her face

   "Yes, it is, come on Diane.  We've got a lot of work to do..."

   Diane continued covering herself, very much aware of how exposed she
was. Every little movement she made, every light breeze against her
oversensitive body just reminder her that she was naked, nude, au natural,
not a stitch on her in the middle of her office.  Diane's entire body
heated up, her face having been a continuous red for a while now, her arms
fidgeting as she covered her sizeable bust, her legs trembling as she
slowly stepped forward to follow her co-workers making their way back out
of the bathroom.

   Her bare feet against the rough carpet of the elevator lobby made her
shiver at the foreign sensation, rubbing her thighs together as she
shuffled towards the door of the office.  Diane was terrified, her heavy
breathing reflecting this fact, that she was naked in a place where she,
and hundreds of other people were commonly every day, the windows in the
lobby reminding her how public her nudity really was, despite being a
little to high up in the building, and a little too far away from the
window to be properly seen from the street below, a fact that only minorly
comforted her, as she stepped through the door being held open for her by
Emma leading to their office.

   "Come on, get a move on!" Emma gave her a smack on the butt, making
Diane jump and let out a yelp, her feet moving faster through the door,
Emma adding "Can't let those huge knockers slow you down!"

   Now standing in the office, Diane could only feel her heart beating in
her chest and her, at this point body-wide, blush.  Diane was standing in
her workplace, somewhere she'd been everyday for the last year and a half,
only this time, she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.  Diane could feel
her entire body buzzing, an unfamiliar sensation building slowly within
her, she looked around at the empty chairs and desks inhabiting the office,
imagining that they were in fact inhabited by her co-workers, familiar
faces she saw daily, all of them looking on at their goth co-worker in such
a shameful state, walking slowly naked down to her desk, one arm shooting
to cover her dark bush, that feeling inside her seeming to grow stronger.

   "Helen, why don't you get started on that productivity report, doesn't
have to be anything fancy, just make sure to include my correction of a
code of conduct violation." Emma stated proudly to her blonde co-worker
from her desk, watching Diane slowly approaching her own workstation. 
"Diane, I've got a few odd jobs I'll need you to do around the office
today, why don't you start with wiping down the windows?"

   "Isn't that a job for the janitors?" Diane whined, her arms still
covering her intimates.  If she got right up to the windows, there was a
pretty good chance people on the streets below could see her, not to
mention that she wouldn't have her hands free to cover up her crotch and
breasts.

   "They're all on special leave due to the pandemic, a PR stunt by the big
bosses to show the company cares for it's staff..." Helen chimed in from
her own desk next to Diane's.  Diane didn't know if she should be surprised
at the kind gesture from the company or mortified at how she was being
treated because of it.

   "Diaaannneee," Emma's voice rang out, making Diane cringe even more at
hearing it, "Come on!  I already got you a cloth and bottle of Windex, you
don't want to be disobeying an order from a manager, do you?"

   Had Diane not been blushing furiously at her comment, she would have
turned her nose up at her co-worker.  She shook her head not wanting to be
punished 'at managers discretion', face scrunched up at the discomfort of
her situation, as the bare goth stepped towards where Emma has left the
cleaning supplies for her, looking around herself sheerly by force of
habit, even though they were the only three on the floor.  Taking a deep
breath, she uncovered her privates, exposing herself to her two co-workers,
and with shaky hands she grabbed the cleaning cloth and spray bottle.

   Diane did her best to ignore her co-workers not so subtly taking in
every inch of her pale, unclothed body, as well as the burning of her
cheeks and the increased pace of her heart as she made her way over to the
large windows of their floor.  Her now unsupported breasts jiggled as she
walked, bringing back that strange feeling from earlier, heating up her
body.

   Never feeling more humiliated than in that moment, Diane began cleaning
the large windows, spraying them down then wiping them off with the cloth.
From here she had an unobstructed view of the streets down below, all the
people walking not knowing that four floors up, there was a busty naked
goth girl cleaning windows, giving them all a great view of her large
breasts, her dark pubic hair being very noticeable particularly against her
pale milky white skin.  Diane worked as quickly as possible, not wanting to
prolong her exposure to the general public any more than she needed to. 
She knew from personal experience that she would be visible from the ground
below, she was able to spot her own co-workers on more than one occasion
while on her lunch break, and the thought of some unsuspecting passer by
glancing up and seeing the raven-haired beauty in all her nude glory really
didn't seem appealing to her.

   "Make sure you don't miss any spots..." She heard Emma tell her when she
was about halfway through.  Despite rushing, she had been doing a good job,
and Diane turned to her brunette co-worker to say just that, only to see
her standing over her desk, putting her clothes into her drawer.

   "...and don't worry about these, you'll get them back before you leave
today if you're good." Emma finished, locking her drawer with a key.  Diane
felt her heart sink, she was now even further away from her clothes,
literally locked away from them, further escalating her nudity.  Diane
could still feel her blush on her face, seemingly not having disappeared
since she was first ordered to strip.  Looking back to the window, Diane
could see a small crowd of about three or four people all looking up
towards the window, clearly having spotted the naked goth beauty.  Diane
jumped, covering her chest with the cloth and spray bottle, humiliated that
others have spotted her shameful display.

   "Diane, quit stalling and finish the windows!" Emma yelled at her from
her desk going though papers and files, eyes locked on the dark-haired
girl's assets, "Those things could be seen from space, you're hardly gonna
hide them with just your hands!"

   Diane squeaked and returned to the window, seeing the small crowd had
thankfully dispersed for now, but who knows what they had done, they could
have very easily pulled out their phones and taken all kinds of photos or
videos.  Diane's face scrunched up in discomfort, once again feeling the
strange out of place sensation throughout her body, particularly her lower
belly and even a little lower than that...

   She quickly returned to cleaning the windows, trying her best to ignore
that feeling, as well as making sure not to miss any spots to avoid any
further 'punishment' by Emma.  Diane ignored the occasional person who
would look up, obviously having spotted her in favour of getting the job
done quicker, and before she knew it, she had finished.

   "I...  I'm done..." Diane stuttered out, having not even noticed she was
slightly out of breath.  That was strange, she wasn't moving that much, and
while she could feel her boobs and ass jiggling as she cleaned, it was
hardly strenuous exercise.  Emma got up, going over to inspect the job
Diane had done on the windows, looking at each pane closely, and passing by
a little too close to Diane for comfort.  Finally, after what seemed like
an eternity, Emma turned back to the goth beauty, a sated expression on her
face.

   "Hmm, fine I suppose this is satisfactory.  I left some case files on
your desk and emailed you the details." Diane put down the spray bottle and
cloth, relieved that she could finally sit down at her desk where she could
get some extra cover, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand,
feeling and accumulation of sweat, both hands returning to covering her
breasts and pussy.

   "Come on, that's an important file on your desk, get a move on!" Emma
once again gave a smack to Diane's round ass, prompting the raven-haired
girl to move faster on her bare feet, back to her desk where she quickly
spun around her seat, seeing that Emma had also taken her jacket from the
back of her chair, not even noticing how Helen next to her was currently
eye level with the dark curls of her crotch, the blonde not even seeming to
pay it any mind.  Diane sat down on her chair, the fabric an unfamiliar
feeling against her bare ass, Diane jumping slightly at the feeling,
blushing as both Helen and Emma turned to give her a look.

   Diane quickly got to work on the file, eager for any distraction from
her current state of dress.  A task which was becoming harder and harder as
she could feel every breeze against her body, every move of her feet
against the carpet, and every slide of her ass against the chair.  her arms
still cupping her breasts were making her not very productive on the case
file.  Diane's body was heating up, and despite her best efforts of trying
to ignore it, it was very obvious what was happening to her body, even
though she didn't like the answer.  Diane was trying her hardest to focus
on the file in front of her, but after only 15 minutes her constant
shifting and fidgeting had become obvious to both Helen and Emma, the later
having approached her, sitting on her desk.

   "You feeling okay Diane?  You're a little flushed..."

   "I'm having an unexpected problem" Diane kept her voice low, arms still
cupping her perky breasts as she addressed her two female co-workers.

   "A bigger problem than being bare ass naked in work?"

   "I'm on fire" Diane whispered through gritted teeth; face flushed though
her cheeks a seemingly eternal crimson.  Diane was stiff as a board, back
straight and bare thighs slammed together as if in a death grip, her bare
toes curling in the carpeted floor.

   "It's not that hot in here..." Helen's look was of genuine concern, hand
going to the goth beauty's forehead, feeling just how much sweat had built
up the past few hours.

   "Not sure that's what she means Helen." Emma snickered from her place
perched on Diane's desk, noting how the younger girls' static and focused
expression seemed to turn to one of shame and humiliation, refusing to meet
the brunette's eyes, "I can smell tuna from all the way over here."

   Diane cringed at the implications of her temporary bosses' words.  It
was one thing feeling the heat her body was producing, specifically between
her legs, but to have it pointed out in such a straightforward manor, she
felt her humiliation skyrocket.  Emma backed up her humiliating comment by
sniffing near the goth, making her arms instinctively go to cover her hairy
snatch, feeling the heat radiating off it even more.

   "Can't focus on that file?" Emma's concern seemed genuine for the first
time today, and Diane was shocked.  Was she going to show some mercy?  Give
her some clothes back?  "That's okay, I'll handle that after I finish
shredding some documents." With that Emma, got off her desk, moving around
the back of the naked girl's chair, but still a little too close for
comfort, as the brunette reached over her bare shoulder to grab the file
spewed across her desk.  Still Diane felt a little bit of relief, Emma
seemed to finally be throwing her a bone.

   "While I do it though, I need you to run an errand for me..." There it
is, Diane knew Emma wouldn't back down that easily.  Still, if it meant
getting away from her and Helen seeing her for a little bit, Diane was all
for it.  Not that she could let Emma know she was thankful for that...

   "That...  seems fair...  What do I need to do?" Diane asked, choosing
her words carefully.  Emma probably just wanted her to look through the
file cabinets for something, which she could hopefully do while out of
sight of her two co-workers.  Though that mischievous grin retuned to
Emma's face as soon as Diane had finished speaking.

   "I need a particular file..." Emma spoke slowly, Diane raising an
eyebrow at the brunette.  She had figured she was getting a file, but Emma
clearly had more in mind.  "...from downstairs."

   "From...  downstairs?" Diane felt her heart stop in her chest, the
incredible heat her body was producing magnify.  Emma wanted her to go all
the way downstairs?  Completely naked!  She had to be joking!  Though Diane
knew full well, that Emma hadn't been joking about anything so far, she was
sitting at her desk butt naked after all!  Diane felt her cheeks burn at
what she was being asked to do.

   "Emma, I'm naked here!  I can't do tha..."

   "It wasn't a question Diane...  It was an order." Emma's smirk
disappeared, her eyes narrowing looking directly at the goth beauty, "It's
the one of the high-profile ones from yesterday.  You're getting that file
or you're getting suspended." With that, Emma resumed her work at her desk,
leaving Diane sitting there, mouth opening and closing as if trying to find
something to say in response, her words failing her.  Emma really couldn't
have been clearer with her ultimatum.  Looking beside her, Diane saw Helen
seemingly not caring in the slightest, focusing on her work and acting like
Emma had just asked Diane to do another everyday office task, not walk down
in front of an entire other floor completely naked!

   With shaking legs Diane carefully stood up from her chair, one of her
arms breaking away from covering her pussy to cover across her large boobs
and overly sensitive nipples, Diane feeling them poking into her pale arm,
as she slowly made her way towards the door of the office.  The
raven-haired beauty looked back over her shoulder as she went, seeing Helen
still focusing on her computer screen, while Emma was staring at the goth's
ass as she walked away.  Diane could feel the similar humiliation she'd
been feeling all day bubbling up one again, that heat from earlier now
being accompanied by a tingling sensation.  While the humiliation was
there, the sensation wasn't altogether unpleasant.

   Diane didn't want to give Emma the satisfaction, keeping her arms in
their covering positions instead of covering her ass like she was sure Emma
was expecting her to.  Instead Diane quickened her pace to the office door,
trying her best to get out of sight from her temporary boss, while at the
same time, not giving Emma the satisfaction of having humiliated her so
much.

   Once outside of the office, back in the elevator lobby however, Diane's
demeanour changed considerably.  Her legs started trembling again, her
entire body shaking with nerves, and Diane could feel her face burning, a
feeling shared by her entire body, particularly where Diane had a hand
held, covering her dark bush.  How the hell was she supposed to go
downstairs like this?  She didn't even know how many people there were
downstairs right now!  Their floor had been hit hard, but there could be
ten or more employees in the department below!

   "How the fuck am I going to get the file like this?" Diane thought
aloud, around the elevator lobby.  There was no way in hell she was going
to take the elevator like this, so the stairs were her best bet, luckily
she only had to go one floor, but then what?  She couldn't face everyone on
that floor naked!  Just the thought of it was so embarrassing!  So
humiliating!  So...

   ...No!  She wasn't feeling...  that!  Anything but that...

   Diane shook her head, getting rid of those thoughts that were plaguing
her mind of her body betraying her.  But seriously, how was she supposed to
get that file?  Diane wracked her brain, trying to think of something... 
Maybe, just maybe, she could sneak down, she knew the file Emma was talking
about, and approximately where it was downstairs.  If she was careful, she
could get down there and back with the file, without exposing her pale nude
body to anyone else!

   "As good as an idea as any I suppose..." Diane steadied herself, still
wary that she was in a public place, exposed to the world.  Diane shivered,
beginning to make her way towards the stairs, once again blushing at how
the carpet was tickling her bare feet.  Diane's legs were shaking as she
started her decent to the floor below, going down the stairwell completely
naked.  Diane couldn't believe her current predicament was actually
happening and couldn't believe that part of her was at least enjoying it!

   Diane ignored her unsettling feelings and tried to focus on how to get
the file without being seen bare ass naked by anyone.  She didn't know how
many people were on the third floor, it could be as little as two or three
like her own floor, but had heard that there were still as high as ten or
more people on some floors of the building!  Her only hope was that there
was such a small number of people on the floor below that she could sneak
passed them all to get the file without any of them seeing the goth girl
naked!

   Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the raven-haired goth could feel felt
as though all her senses were on fire, still cupping her breasts and pussy
as she entered the third-floor elevator lobby.  She felt even more
humiliated having gone even further away from her clothes, with no hope of
covering up with anything other than her hands.  Though her hand covering
her bush was proving to becoming something of a problem.  Her hand could
feel nothing but heat radiating off her nether region, and every subtle
move she made was only casing unwanted stimulation, in an area of her body
that was already particularly sensitive, never mind how overly sensitive
her nude state had made her.

   Crouching down, Diane slowly approached the door to the work floor. 
With any luck, only two or three people would be down here, and she could
stealthily get to the file Emma wanted without exposing her naked and
shamefully sensitive body to any more co-workers.  She approached the door,
pressing her body against the door, her breasts being squished against the
material, the cold wood against her nipples making her jump, the shock just
confirming to her even more what she already knew, and was trying hard to
deny...

   She was turned on...  shamefully so...

   Diane tried her best not to think about it, raising herself up to peek
through the window on the door that let her get a look at the floor.

   "Fuck..."

   Diane's heart sank as she looked across the floor.  There were easily
ten people there, some she knew personally, and some she didn't.  Diane had
no hope of ever attempting to sneak past all of them.  The only way she
could get that file would be to walk in there, completely naked, her body
exposed to everyone on the floor, her large bosom, her pert ass, her
trimmed bush, she would have to face down those co-workers like this!  And
the thought was heating up her core even more!

   Diane bit her lip, wanting those dirty thoughts to leave her head.  She
wasn't that kind of girl!  No, she wasn't turned on by being naked and
humiliated!  She would show herself!  She was going to walk right into the
office bare as the day she was born and ask for the file for Emma.  It was
going to be embarrassing sure, but it wasn't going to be arousing!

   False confidence suddenly motivating her, Diane stood up at the door,
both arms going to cover her large tits.  She could do this, opening the
door, Diane started walking into the office, feeling sweat dripping from
most pours of her body, heat radiating of the goth's cheeks.  No sooner had
she reached the first bank of desks than did she notice heads start to
turn, getting a full look at her unclothed form.

   "Yes!  Her tits are real!  Emma owes me 5 bucks!"

   "You'd think she'd shave her privates, especially being so dark haired."

   "I can't believe how pale she is!  Well except for her cheeks..."

   The goth beauty tried her best to ignore the comments from the
co-workers she was walking past, as well as ignore the feeling it was
causing for her lower down.  She kept her arms cradling her breasts,
feeling her rock-solid nipples poking into her arms, as she approached the
managers desk at the back of the room, after having walked past almost
every employee on the floor completely naked.

   "Um...  I think Emma Collins emailed you...  asking for a file?" Diane
tried her best to stop her voice shaking, but considering her current
predicament, it was a losing battle.  The man (Jerry, right?) looked up
from his desk, not even reacting to the raven-haired girl's state, despite
being eye level with her dark bush.

   "Oh yes, Emma Collins, who changed the dress code...  That must make you
Diane..." Jerry looked down at his computer clearly in search of the email
Emma had sent him.  Diane's eyes widened, realising Emma had posted the
updated dress code to everyone!  Every member of staff, even those working
from home will know about her naked state!

   "Ah yes, the Peterson case, I have that one right here." Jerry muttered
under his breath, reached into his desk drawer, pulling out one of the
thicker files Diane had ever seen, handing it to the goth girl and looking
back to his computer.

   Diane could barely mutter a thanks before placing the file to cover her
pussy, looking back towards the rows of employees, all who weren't taking
any notice of her, all seemingly having returned to work.  Looking around,
Diane could see that she was no longer the focus of attention within the
office, and too that as her cue to leave, turning around and heading back
towards the lift elevator.

   With only the file to cover her pussy and one arm to cover her breasts,
Diane still felt more exposed than ever.  The fact that she was covering
somehow made this all worse, and weirdly enough, walking past all the
employees not even paying attention to her was fraying her nerves even
more. She was holding in a groan of frustration, not even wanting to think
about what kind of face she was making right now.

   Entering the elevator lobby, the naked goth wasted no time in making her
way back up the stairs, her hand and an A4 page file being the only things
she was covering her exposed form with.  Every touch of her bare feet to
the carpet of the stairs, every small breeze going past her exposed body,
and every twinge of foreign arousal just made Diane blush even more, the
raven haired girl reaching the top of the stairs, feeling more out of
breath than she probably should have climbing one set of stairs.

   The goth made her way back onto her thankfully emptier floor.  She
hadn't actually considered how happy she was that only Helen and Emma could
see naked body on this floor, compared to the ten sets of eyes that were
baring down on her on the floor below.  Just the memory of it made Diane
shudder against the file she was holding against her bare crotch.

   "Well, you sure took you time..." Emma's voice rang out, making Diane
cringe once again at her temporary bosses' words, the busty goth
approaching her desk with the file.  "At least it seems you can follow
simple orders..."

   Diane handed the file to Emma, ignoring the shorter brunettes' comments,
and looking back towards her seat.  She saw Helen staring directly in
Emma's direction, she had never seen the blonde's eyes so wide before.  The
naked girl spun around looking back at Emma, the brunette still staring at
the file in her hand, having not mover a muscle since Diane had hurriedly
handed it to her.  Diane looked at what it seemed both women were staring
at...

   The file was soaking wet.

   Looking at it, there was a noticeable wet mark on the front, right where
Diane had been holding it over her pussy.  The raven haired goth went pale,
realisation hitting her like a freight train as she looked down at her own
dark curls, seeing her quivering labia, slick with her own juices. 
Apparently this shameful experience was more arousing than the goth had
initially though, her dripping pussy and the stain on a work file being a
testament to that.  Diane was frozen, looking directly back at Emma, the
shorter women still looking down at the soiled file In her hand, before
looking back to Helen, the blonde seemingly returning to work on her
computer, her eyes still occasionally roaming over to Emma from beneath her
glasses.  Diane finally regained control of her body, both of her hands
very slowly moving to cradle her dripping womanhood, her blush returning in
full force to her cheeks as she continued to look on at Emma.

   "Diane..." For the first time in a while, Emma was at a loss for words,
looing back at the goth girl.  Emma took a second to regain her composure,
before speaking again, "You're actually horny from this?  I was kidding
earlier but...  damn..."

   Every word made Diane cringe more and more, the fact that she could now
feel her juices leaking down her hands covering her pussy didn't help with
that.  This was easily the most humiliated the raven haired goth had ever
been in her life, a fact that only proved to turn her on even more!

   "Well...  since you're a little slut who gets off on basic office
rules..." Emma's voice for the first time today seemed a little unsure, as
she handed the file back towards Diane, "Why don't you call the client. 
They're really high priority at us for the moment, so try not to moan down
the phone to him..."

   Taking a shaking hand away from her pussy, Diane grabbed the file
stained with her own lady goo, her own hand getting some more on it in the
process.  Not wanting to argue with Emma at the moment, Diane made her way
back to her desk.  The raven haired girl jumped when she felt her bare ass
against the material of her chair, causing both heads to turn to look at
her.  It was all too much, they knew how turned on she was from this
humiliating experience!

   With shaking hands, Diane pried the soaked pages of the file apart,
trying her best to familiarise herself with the contents before giving the
client a call, all the while trying her best to ignore the wet patches on
the pages she would come across while reading.  It was all a reminder of
her still growing arousal, shifting slightly in her seat she could feel the
sticky residue between her thighs, her throbbing pussy pulsating at the
thought.

   Finally managing to focus for more than 30 seconds, the goth girl
managed to get the gist of what was going on with this particular client,
as well as finding their contact number.  Something else she shuttered in
her seat at...

   This was going to be a tough one...

   The case itself wasn't overly complicated, a fifteen minute phone call
should be more than enough to satisfy this client, but the thought of doing
that completely naked?  That was not something she ever thought she'd ever
find herself doing, calling one of their company's highest profile clients
without a stitch on her body?  And as aroused as she was?  That thought was
making her squirm in her seat, and despite her best efforts, a small moan
escaped her plump lips just as she was reaching for the phone.

   "Seriously?  Can't hold it together for one phone call?" Emma's voice
made the raven haired goth girl jump, her bare feet against the carpeted
floor sending tingles up her body.  Diane's eyes were wide as the shorter
brunette approached her from around the bank of desks, dropping the phone,
she did her best to once again cover her assets.

   "Look at your chair!" Emma practically yelled at her as if she was
scolding a toddler.  Diane was confused, before looking down at what Emma
was referring to.  Jumping to her feet in shock, the dark haired girl was
shocked to see her blue fabric computer chair stained white with what she
could only assume was her own sticky juices, having accumulated over the
past few minutes she was sitting there

   "You really shouldn't be vandalising office property like that Diane..."

   "It's not like I did it on purpose Helen!"

   "Quiet." Emma held up a finger to the taller girl, making her freeze in
place, arms still covering her large breasts and wet bush.  "Since you
can't seem to sit on a chair without ruining it like the file, you can just
stand for the call...  I'll clean this..."

   Diane let out a breath as it seemed Emma turned away to go back to her
own desk, dragging Diane's soiled chair along with her.  Turning back to
her workspace, Diane grabbed the phone she had dropped, before looking at
how to best take this call.  Kneeling on the floor, she would be too low
down to effectively see the information in the file or on her computer
screen, the reverse being true were she to just stand up.

   The most effective way she found was to awkwardly lean over her desk,
bent at the waist in order to see all the information in front of her while
being on the phone.  Of course this also had to effect of letting her giant
breasts hang down, while also giving the entire empty office, an
unobstructed view of her bare ass, her wet pink pussy lips poking out in
between her legs.  With one hand on the phone and the other looking through
the information in the file and on the computer, there was no real way for
her to cover herself either...

   Deciding she may as well get this over with before she started dripping
on the carpet, she dialled the number on the phone, listening to the
ringing while mentally preparing herself to try to hold a cohesive
conversation with the client, while keeping her arousing thoughts at bay.

   All things considered; the start of the conversation went well for the
most part.  As well as it could for a naked girl trying to talk business
while ignoring exhibitionistic arousal coursing through her.  If anything,
she was breathing kind of heavy, but in the grand scheme of things, she was
doing alright.  Until about five minutes into the call, when Emma started
staring at her.  Not talking, not pointing, or making faces, just looking
directly at her.

   Looking down at herself, Diane was overcome with the same view that Emma
must have had, her large tits swaying in front of her, her dark bush,
covering her sweet quivering pussy, dripping with dew, evidence of her lewd
libido.  The goth couldn't help herself, she felt a spike of arousal in her
lower tummy, sending a pleasurable twinge directly to her clit, she let out
a moan on the phone.

   Trying her best to cover it up with a cough as she was still talking to
the client, she saw Emma blink, her head suddenly snap up to meet the raven
haired girls eyes, before looking back to her own computer screen.  Emma
looking at her, all of her, why was it making her so horny?  She had never
had an experience like this, she couldn't be turned on by it!  She's a good
girl!

   Trying her best to slow her heartrate and cool down her overheated body,
Diane did her best to wrap up the call as fast as she could.  All in all
the client seemed satisfied, something that couldn't be said for the lust
still building withing Diane, but after a mere ten minutes, Diane had
finished up the call, shakily putting the phone down on the receiver before
letting out a shaky breath, her head falling, dark hair splaying all over
her shoulder.  Feeling her legs shake, she felt little droplets of what she
hoped were sweat rolling down her legs (but in reality, she knew what it
was) as she looked back over to her temporary boss for that day.

   "Hope that all went well, think you earned a little rest period!" Emma's
wicked grin had returned, the brunette seemingly having regained some of
her confidence that had been shaken earlier.  Diane stood up straight
again, her hands once again returning to cover her overheated body, trying
not to groan at the particular placements of her arms against her rock hard
nipples and dripping pussy.  Diane's legs were still shaking from her time
on the call, something Emma seemed to take notice of.

   "If you think you can avoid leaking all over our office equipment, I
think you can have a seat." Diane almost let out a sigh of relief, before
she remembered that there was always a catch with Emma.  The brunette
having seemingly taken notice of Diane's hesitance, looked over towards the
photocopier, sitting against the wall between the two banks of desks.  "You
can sit on top of that for now."

   "That's...  hardly proper use of that office equipment..." Diane
quipped, her breath still uneven as she felt her cheeks blush for the
thousandth time today, imagining herself sitting on top of it, her bare ass
and pussy pressed against the glass bottom.

   "Actually Diane, with your tendency to...  uh...  leak?  That's the most
waterproof piece of equipment in the office...  or at least the easiest to
clean..." Helen spoke up once again from her desk near Diane's.  Despite
the odd look here and there, which she would have done any other day
anyway, Helen really hadn't taken much notice of Diane's current state. 
Something that at the moment, Diane wasn't sure if she was thankful for or
not...

   "Emma..."

   "Diane?"

   The raven haired goth opened her mouth and closed it a few times, trying
to think of ways to argue with the shorter brunette that wouldn't end with
threats of her being fired.  Unfortunately, nothing came to mind for the
goth, her still flaring arousal distracting her from any reasonable sort of
argument.

   Bare feet shuffling along the carpet, the naked goth girl made her way
towards the photocopier, arms still in place covering her privates, feeling
her arousal spiking at the two sets of eyes looking at her.  Still on her
weak legs, Diane was thankful to at least be sitting down for a while, no
matter where that was.

   Reaching the copier, Diane hesitated for a moment, before climbing on
top, shifting slightly before sitting her bare ass down, her legs hanging
over the side, the cold of the glass making her moan.  Emma seemed to smirk
a little, as both of Diane's hands came to cover her large bust.

   "No, you just sit there, that's an order!" Emma stated, in one swift
motion pressing a button on the machine before turning back to return to
her desk.

   Diane's eyes went wide, hearing the photocopier powering up, and beneath
her, the machine starting to vibrate.  Diane's eyes went wide, feeling her
already throbbing pussy be assaulted with the vibrations coming from the
machine.  Diane made to try to get off the machine, before hearing Emma's
voice once again from her desk.

   "Diane, I am ordering you not to get off!"

   Finally letting a moan out, Diane felt she had no choice but to sit
there, as the machine continued to vibrate beneath her.  Every time she
looked down past her dark bush, she saw the lights of the machine scanning
her lower body, and felt another spike of arousal directly on her clit. 
Before long, Diane realised what was about to happen.  She was about to
have an orgasm sitting on the photocopier.  In the middle of her office, in
front of her co-workers!

   "Uhh...  Emma?" Diane said, voice shaking as the vibrations continued to
assault her.  She was shamefully close to cumming, she needed to get off
the copier now!

   "I don't wanna hear it Diane!"

   "But Emma I'm ooooohhHHHHH GOD" Diane's entire body spasmed as she felt
her pussy erupt, her entire body overtaken by a massive orgasm.  The goth
moaned and moaned, her hands going from covering her large breasts to
fondling them, amplifying her pleasure.  Diane looked to her sid, seeing
the pages being printed into the tray from the photocopier.  Copy upon copy
of her ass and leaking, contracting pussy, only serving to heighten the
euphoria the raven haired girl was feeling.

   With aftershocks still wracking her, the goth girl finally stopped
moaning, taking a deep breath as her orgasm subsided, before looking around
at her two co-workers who had just watched her shameful display, eyes wide
at her.  Diane went pale, as Helen and Emma seemed to look at each other
for a moment as if to confirm that they had both just witnessed the same
thing.  The copier stopped printing, followed by a few seconds of the
loudest silence Diane had ever heard, before finally Emma spoke up.

   "Did...  did you just cum on the photocopier?!"

   "You ordered me not to get off!" Diane yelled in her own defence,
redness returning to her cheeks at once.

   "Uh Diane...  I don't think you followed that order..." Helen added,
before turning back to her computer screen.

   Maybe it was the post orgasm bliss, maybe she had just finally snapped,
but for the first time today, Diane let out a genuine laugh.  It wasn't a
belly laugh or a full on giggle fit, but it was enough to draw Emma's
attention, the brunette having a blush to rival Diane's own at this point.
After a few more seconds of silence, Emma let out a sigh.

   "Well...  since you're so..." it seemed as though she was choosing her
words carefully, "Since you're so eager, why don't you get off the copier
now...  I have another task for you..." Emma's usually venom was still in
the sentence, and as she was currently sitting in a puddle of her own lady
juice, Diane didn't feel like arguing with her anymore, slowly sliding her
way, feet back to the floor, a few drips of her honey following her to the
floor as she did.

   "Go get us some coffee, I'll take a latte." Emma's command was short and
simple, tossing Diane a credit card which the goth struggled to catch,
still shuddering with aftershocks of her climax.  Diane looked down at her
naked body, no longer covering herself, in all it's glory before what Emma
had said really registered in her brain.

   "You want me to go to the coffee shop?  Like...  outside?" Diane was at
her limit.  Surely Emma wouldn't do this, everything today had been
humiliating, but she couldn't actually expect the goth to walk outside into
the public eye completely naked?!

   "How much clearer could I have said it you slut?" Emma snapped, her
patience clearly wearing thin, her fist were now clenched.  The fact that
Diane, or her perverted body at least, seemed to actually be enjoying her
naked embarrassment was clearly pissing off the short brunette, "Go.  Get
us.  Coffee.  Do I really have to tell you what will happen if you don't?"

   Diane wasn't sure how Emma would phrase it, but it would probably be
some variation of you're fired.  And the raven haired girl knew there was
no chance she would be fighting Emma on this issue.  Not only was she
committed to humiliating her, but she was now also angry.  Not wanting to
enrage her temporary boss anymore, Diane once again started making her way
towards the elevator lobby, arms once again coming to cover her sensitive
privates.

   "Milk, no sugar!" Helen added, just as Diane was about to enter the
elevator lobby.  Diane simply let out a little squeak in response, removing
one arm from it's covering position to open the door.

   Entering the elevator lobby, Diane really started to freak out.  Her
heartbeat was rising quickly, and she had never felt as much heat radiating
off her blushing face as she did right now.  She might have even started
crying, if it weren't for the fact that she could once again feel herself
getting aroused at the thought of walking outside into the public view and
then walking to the coffee shop next door.  So soon after cumming, and she
was already finding herself horny!

   The stairs would probably be the least risky option, but they would take
a lot longer.  It was at this point Diane thought, why would she bother
trying to hide?  The whole building knew she was naked, and probably half
of the people in that day had already seen her!  She would only be
prolonging her exposure by taking the stairs all the way down.  As
embarrassed as she still was by the thought of taking the elevator...

   Finally getting her breathing under reasonable control, the raven haired
goth hesitantly made her way towards the row of elevators.  With a shaking
hand, she pressed the call button, her nether region practically drooling
at the thought of it arriving with someone in it, seeing a naked girl
standing there.  Watching as the numbers at the top of the doors slowly
made their way up towards her floor, Diane could feel her breathing getting
heavier once again, pressing her back towards the wall next to the
elevator, so if someone was in there, they wouldn't immediately see her.

   *Ding*

   The sound of the elevator arriving was far louder than Diane remembered
it being, but her current state of dress and arousal probably contributed
to that.  Arms still clutching her large breasts and sensitive lower lips,
the goth poked her head around, just enough to see inside the elevator.

   "Oh thank god!"

   Diane let out a heavy breath confirming to herself that the elevator was
indeed empty, before hurriedly slipping her naked body into the small
space, hitting the button for the ground floor lobby, leaving a small
amount of her girl cum on the button.  She cursed herself, wiping her
sticky hand on her bare thigh, before returning it to it's covering place
over her still moistening pussy, just as the elevator doors closed.

   Cursing herself for getting turned on again in a situation like this,
the raven haired girl could feel her heartbeat rising in time with the
throbbing in her loins as she felt the elevator moving down.  In mere
moments she would be on the ground floor of the building, able to be seen
by everyone walking outside the building, very limited cover being
available for her.  Diane uncovered her breasts for a moment to wipe her
forehead, feeling just how sweaty the day's events had gotten her.

   Just a day ago she was a respected employee, fully clothed in doing her
job, and not at all turned on during work.  It was amazing how something as
simple as Emma changing the dress code had lead her to this moment she
thought, as she felt the elevator slowly come to a stop at the ground
floor. Striking the same familiar pose she had been using most of today,
Diane took a deep breath as the elevator door opened.

   In an almost cartoon fashion, the goth girl poked one bare leg out of
the elevator in order to keep it from closing, shivers wracking her naked
body at the feeling of her bare foot touching the tiled flooring of the
lobby.  Diane closed her eyes, as if trying to awaken herself from a
nightmare.  Poking her head around the corner, her breathing was ragged as
she opened her eyes, seeing the glass pain windows that made up the front
of the building, and the public city streets through them.

   For the first time today, it seemed luck was actually on her side.  The
streets were pretty much empty!  Not really a total surprise, considering
the pandemic, but still!  The coffee shop was right next door, if she was
quick, she could get there, get the coffee and get back upstairs to her
floor with minimal exposure of her naked body to anyone else!

   Deciding that was as good a plan as she was going to think of, Diane
took a deep breath, readying herself for what was about to happen.  She was
going to move as quickly as possible, though with her uhm...  'larger'
bust, she wouldn't be able to move awfully fast.  But at any rate, she had
to get a move on!

   Taking a small step, the goth beauty's bare leg came into view of the
public, followed by the rest of her body, as she stepped out of the
elevator, eyes wide and heartbeat rising at an extraordinary pace.  She
quickened her steps, one after another making her way through the lobby
towards the door, being sure to take as much advantage of the few people
currently outside as possible.  Yet ever step of bare foot to cold floor,
ever move of sticky thighs against one another, every twinge of pleasure
from her sweet pussy, just served to remind Diane of how exposed she truly
was, never being more clear than when she was at the front door of the
office building, looking directly out on to the thankfully deserted
streets.

   Wasting no time, the raven haired beauty uncovered her bush to push open
the door, an immediate blast of cold air hitting the sweaty naked goth and
making her shiver as she stood, completely bare assed naked on a public
sidewalk.  Were Diane not trying to be as fast as possible, she would have
noticed her body's reaction to being naked in public, her nipples tingling,
her pussy beginning to drool traces of her arousal once again.  Trying to
be as quick as she could, Diane began making her way, brain going a million
miles a minutes with thoughts of how she was currently naked on a public
city street!

   The feeling of the tarmac beneath her bare feet, warmed up by the sun
was sending shivers up her overstimulated body.  Diane was a mess, hands
shifting, unable to stay in one place as she walked towards the coffee
shop. The shop was literally next door, and no one was currently on the
street, but still, the was the most humiliating experience of her life,
nothing else even came close.  But she would be back indoors soon, she
could just get the coffee and...

   "Fuck."

   Staring into the coffee shop, there were easily 20 people in there!  So
much for social distancing!  They were all just sitting there, having their
coffee and chatting as if there wasn't a naked woman standing out front! 
Unfortunately for Diane, that didn't last long.  One woman looked up from
her cup, staring right at the naked goth through the pane glass windows,
then another, before long, every person in the shop was looking at her. 
Diane was frozen, standing there completely naked, unable to think let
alone move.  It was only when she felt another rumble, followed by a spike
of arousal from her lower tummy that made Diane moan out loud at everyone
looking at her, did she finally realises that the best thing she could
possibly do in this situation was to get inside, get the coffee and leave.

   The air conditioning in the coffee shop was nice, but for Diane, it just
gave her goose bumps all over her exposed body.  The goth beauty hesitantly
joined the line, which thankfully only had two other people in it, another
person getting in line behind her just as she did.  She was trying her
absolute best not to look around at all the people in the suspiciously
quiet coffee shop.  All she could hear were the hushed whispers of
conversation, she was sure was about her from the shop's patrons.

   "Next!  Naked girl, that's you!  "

   Diane jumped, having been lost in thought, as the barista addressed her
(as 'naked girl' none the less, just hearing that from a barista gave her
another spike of arousal.) Diane hesitantly approached the counter, entire
body trembling with both humiliation and arousal, as she bit her lip in
moan suppression, before taking a deep breath, and with a shaking voice,
gave her order to the barista.

   "Sure thing cutie, should only be a few minutes," The barista said,
staring Diane up and down as her co-workers got to work on her order, "So
what is this, a lost bet?  Or do you just enjoy the thrill"

   "N..  no!" Diane felt the blood rush to her face with shame at the
barista's words, and her arousal shoot to unbearable levels.

   "You sure?  Cause you might be the horniest thing I've seen in years..."
The dark skinned barista stated in a seductive tone.  Diane could feel it,
the same feeling from earlier when she was sitting on the copier, more
turned on than she'd ever been.  Better than any fantasy of hers, more than
the hardest she'd ever been fucked, she was unbearably horny, and this
random strangers words, as well as her current situation, being naked in a
coffee shop with so many eyes on her were the cause.

   "Order should be ready in a moment; I need to do some mopping..." The
barista came out from behind the counter, grabbing a nearby mop and
approaching Diane.  It was only when the raven haired goth looked down did
she realise what the barista was talking about, her face paling...

   She was dripping on the fucking floor...

   Her sweet pussy juices, dripping onto the floor of this coffee shop. 
Diane was barely able to mutter an 'oh god' before moving out of the way,
moaning at the arousal that started coursing through her more intense than
It ever had before.  The barista just smirked and started mopping up the
little puddle Diane had left behind, as the patrons just giggled, some
looking on with amusement, some with disgust.  But all Diane could
register, was she felt like she was going to cum.

   She couldn't!  Not here!  She tried to think of unsexy things, and not
how a barista was mopping up her lady goo because she was naked in a coffee
shop and couldn't control herself.  Finally, she saw her order of three
coffee's being put on the counter, and hurried over to it, thinking her
nightmare was finally over.  Diane shakily handed the credit card Emma had
thrown her, before the barista appeared next to her...

   "Don't worry about that cutie..." She purred in her ear, "It's on the
house..."

   With a final word the barista delivered a spank to Diane's bare ass.  A
hard one at that.  Diane went cross eyed, the spank having set her off, all
the arousal that had been building within her...

   She came, hard.  Her entire body went into spasms and she moaned out
loud, another puddle forming at her bare feet as yet another orgasm wracked
her naked body.  Diane slammed both hands down on the counter next to her
coffee, using all her willpower simply to remain standing, the entire store
looking on at the goth as she had an embarrassing climax, one or two of the
patrons taking out their phones to record the spectacle.  Feeling the
spasm's in her pussy begin to subside, the raven haired beauty, couldn't
even bare to open her eyes, to look at the people she just came in front
of.

   Finally opening her eyes, and thinking on her feet, Diane muttered a
small 'thank you' before grabbing her coffee, and turning around, seeing
every eye in the building on her.  Despite having cum seconds earlier,
Diane could already feel herself getting aroused again.  With one hand busy
with the coffee, Diane could only cover her large tits as she walked slowly
on unsteady legs towards the exit of the coffee shop, not being able to
make eye contact with anyone in the building.  Reaching the door, she
decided she could never visit this particular coffee shop again...

   The haze of her mind so soon after orgasm must have made Diane more
confident, or more likely, made her care a lot less, because she was soon
outside walking towards her office building.  She hadn't even checked to
see if there was anyone on the streets before she did.  In any case, that
would probably just make her more horny than embarrassed Diane thought, as
she started coming to terms to the fact that yes, her body really liked
being naked in places she should not!  The two strongest orgasms of her
life so far were a testament to that!

   The afternoon sun on her body and the cool breeze against her once again
hot and engorged labia that she was unable to cover with the coffee in her
hand just made her all too aware of just how horny she was already, her
senses slowly returning to her as she was once again naked in a public
place.  Quickening her pace once again she soon found herself at the front
doors to the office building, uncovering her large swaying breasts to open
the door and hurriedly made her way towards the elevators.

   With the thought of the nightmare finally coming to an end overtaking
the overwhelming embarrassment and arousal the goth was feeling, she was
quick to push the call button for the elevator, shifting bare foot to bare
foot, eager to get back upstairs as the exposure of being down here was
just making her more and more aroused again.  She wasn't sure she could
take another embarrassing public orgasm without changing her name and
moving to a different country, which she was considering doing anyway!

   With a ding, the elevator arrived, Diane not even bothering to check if
anyone was inside before hurrying in and pressing the button for her floor.
Her breathing was considerably more under control than It had been when she
was going down in the elevator, probably relief that the ordeal was over.
All she had to do now was stand there, covering her breasts with her hands
and wait to arrive at her floor...

   *Ding*

   Diane gasped as the elevator stopped at the second floor, the doors
opening before Diane could even react.  Standing there covering her large
tits with one hand, coffee in the other, legs crossed in an attempt to
cover her dark curls, and a shocked expression on her face, Diane was
staring back at a redhead girl, taller than herself, but just as well
endowed in the breast department.  The difference of course being this girl
was fully clothed, though her blush could almost rival Diane's own.

   Hesitantly, the redhead stepped in the elevator, obviously trying not to
look at Diane too much, reaching past her a pressing the button for the
floor above Diane's.  Diane pretty much closed her eyes, being in such a
small confined space with this attractive woman, completely naked and not
being able to do a thing about it.  Her co-worker was clearly trying not to
look at her, though from her lack of questioning, Diane got the impression
that she had read the updated dress code as well...

   The elevator ride only lasted a few seconds, but to the goth beauty it
felt like an eternity, as the elevator finally approached her floor.  Diane
finally opened her eyes, giving a nervous smile to her redheaded co-worker,
and hurrying out, back into the familiar elevator lobby, hearing the sound
of a camera snap on a phone, as the redhead took a picture of her bare ass.
Diane squeaked turning around just as the doors closed, before turning back
and making her way back into the office.

   "Well finally!" Emma's exclaimed from her position sitting next to
Helen, the two looking back at the naked goth carrying their coffee walking
towards them.  Diane tuned her out at this point, putting the coffee down
next to her co-workers, body still shaking from every event that transpired
that day.

   "Wow Diane, you're even more turned on than when you left..." Emma
teased, taking her coffee and heading back to her desk, her and Helen
returning to their work.

   Diane couldn't find the words to respond, Emma's teasing just serving to
send more waves of embarrassing arousal through her naked body.  She could
feel herself getting to the same levels of arousal she had been on the
photocopier and in the coffee shop, her sensitive body trembling, Diane not
even wanting to cover up her privates at this point out of fear of bringing
unwanted stimulation to her sticky crotch.

   Sitting down at a chair at the end of the bank of desks, she jumped and
let out a moan, her pussy having rubbed the wrong (or right?) way against
the fabric of the blue seat, sending shockwaves through the raven haired
girls sensitive body, pushing her even closer to orgasm.  The events of the
day replayed in her mind, stripping in front of Emma and Helen, cleaning
the windows completely naked, going to get the file and exposing herself to
everyone downstairs, practically soaking through her chair and having to
take the call with the client.  Diane hadn't noticed her hand
subconsciously beginning to rub her outer lips, pleasure coursing through
her as she remembered cumming on the photocopier, and then the coffee shop,
Diane's breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

   "Diane!?!"

   She could barely hear Emma's exclamation, one hand coming up to fondle
her large breast, pinching at her sensitive nipples, shudders running down
her as she began circling her quivering clit, her juices running out of her
as she continued masturbating.  She didn't care anymore, she had humiliated
herself so much today, all the nudity and exhibitionism has gotten her more
turned on than she ever had, she just needed one more...

   "Ahhhh"

   With a graceful cry, Diane came by her own hands, her body once again
shuddering at her orgasm, curling in on herself, her hand did not let up on
her clit, stimulating her throughout her climax.  Waves after waves of
pleasure descending upon her, Diane could no longer deny, she loved being
naked and exposed in public.

   Coming down from her orgasm, Diane's senses slowly started returning to
her, her eternal blush never more obvious on her cheeks than right now when
compared to the rest of her pale sweaty body, her milky skin practically
glowing in the aftermath of her climax.  When she could finally register
hearing again, the only thing that she heard was a slow clap.  Looking
over, Diane discovered the source, her college Emma...

   "Well done Diane, glad you enjoy using valuable work time for your own
pleasure." Emma was as sarcastic as ever, that damn grin never once leaving
her face, "Why don't you head home for the day, Helen and I can finish up,
not like you were doing much while you were here anyway..."

   Diane stared at her brunette boss in disbelief, before looking over to
Helen, the blonde giving a friendly nod in approval.  Was it over?  Her
nightmare of a day was finally coming to an end?  She could get dressed and
go home, try to forget this day ever even happened?

   "Can I...  have my clothes back?"

   "Your clothes?" Emma seemed genuinely confused by the question, "Oh
right!  There was a...  problem with your clothes..." Emma's wicked smile
returned in an instant, simultaneously a pit forming in Diane's stomach.

   "Your shoes were far too unprofessional for this building, so I took the
liberty of throwing them away..." Emma started, "And you see...  Your
panties got caught in between some documents I was shredding."

   Diane could only listen on in disbelief at what Emma was saying, her
eyes wide, her blush getting deeper, and her arousal beginning to flare up
again.

   "I had to clean your chair and the photocopier, the only things I could
find absorbent enough to soak up your cum was your pants and your shirt.  I
didn't think you'd want those back after that so I got rid of them too..."

   "So what do I have left?!?" Diane exclaimed, panic and arousal beginning
to bubble up inside her.  Emma simply sighed and tossed Diane her bra,
Diane hurriedly putting it on before looking back to Emma as if expecting
more clothing.  Emma simply shook her head...

   "Lucky you, that was too big to fit through the shredder...  well happy
trails, see you tomorrow!"

   With that, Emma began leading Diane towards the door of their office,
Helen shouting a "Bye Diane" as she went, before Diane once again found
herself in the elevator lobby, wearing nothing but her large bra to cover
her massive bust.  Diane sighed, claiming her hands once again over her
moistening crotch.

   "Great, have to try to get home like this!" Diane thought, for the first
time a grin accompanying her humiliating thought, her arousal building once
again as she hit the elevator call button, "Oh well...  the joys of an
empty office I guess..."