On Monday morning, Erica headed into the office early, to retrieve her shoes from where she hid them.
As she drove into the parking garage, she smiled as she remember her last drive through the place. She was wearing slightly more than she was on Friday night, although if her coworkers were observant, they still might notice her missing underwear.
She pulled into the same parking space on the top level from her late night adventure, savoring the memory of nearly getting caught.
Erica quickly made her way across the parking lot and headed down the stairs to street level. She got to the building entrance, swiped her pass, and went to the elevator bank. She realized that things had changed, and she doubted she would ever think the same way about the office ever again.
The elevator chimed, and the door opened. She entered, pressed the button for her floor, and looked around, smiling again to herself. When she reached the fourth floor, she took the long way around to go by the office where her shoes were hopefully still hidden.
She saw them behind the desk, and with a wave of relief, she grabbed them and headed for her cubicle. Mission accomplished!
An hour later, her boss Amanda walked by, and remarked "You're here awfully early today."
"Yes, I know, I woke up early, and since I still have some things to catch up on, it just made sense to get started."
"No problem, don't stay too late today. I know you were here pretty late Friday."
Erica felt a jolt of adrenaline. She coughed and let out a nervous laugh. "No chance of that."
The rest of her morning went by uneventfully. She noticed that she'd quickly become used to going without underwear, and that nobody seemed to notice. As she'd observed before while driving nude, most people go through their day, not seeing what's going on around them.
Just before lunch, she received an email from Amanda, asking her to come to her office right away. There was no explanation in the email, but that just made her even more nervous.
Her heart was beating faster as she walked to Amanda's closed office. She reached the door, and it was uncharacteristically closed. She knocked gently, and entered when she heard Amanda's voice.
"Please close the door behind you, and turn the latch."
"Sure, Amanda, what's this about?"
Amanda hesitated for a moment, not sure how to proceed. After an uncomfortable pause, she shook herself out of it, and said "I think you need to see for yourself."
She waved Erica over and invited her to come around to her side of the desk. Erica leaned over and looked at the computer screen, with a dull feeling of trepidation overtaking her.
Amanda started a video, clearly of the building elevator, a naked woman pacing back and forth, and then leaving the open door. Following that was her walking naked through the lobby, one of her walking across the parking lot, masturbating at her car. Finally, the damning footage of her swiping her pass at the front gate of the garage, with not only her naked breasts showing, but more importantly, her face.
She'd been caught. She straightened up, and began trembling. Why didn't she think of cameras? Again, she subconsciously came back to the realization that she wanted to be exposed.
"Amanda, I don't know what to say."
"It's a lot to take in, for sure. I received that from a friend in building security this morning. As of right now, the only people who are aware of this are him, me, and you."
"I guess that means I'm fired?"
"Why would you think that? As I said, this isn't public knowledge. It was pretty surprising that you didn't run into Brian and Greg."
Erica laughed ruefully. "You have no idea how close it was."
