Have you ever had one of those days where you end up naked in an unusual place and wonder how it happened? That happened to me recently although on reflection it is all fairly straightforward.
I was going to a job interview in a town near to where I live. The job itself was to work as the secretary / PA to Sally who had started a small company dealing in vitamin pills. I was to be her first employee.
I decided to take the train as it is much easier to find places on foot rather than try to drive and then find somewhere to park and it gives me time to relax and prepare myself. To set the scene, I am 5 feet 4 inches tall, 8 stone 7 pounds (119 pounds according to my calculator), 34B, brunette with shoulder length hair and brown eyes. I was wearing a red tailored jacket, white top, black calf-length A-line skirt, black tights and black shoes.
I had just bought a cup of coffee on the train and was carrying back to my seat when there was a sudden jolt and the coffee went over my top. Well, I didn't have time to buy another top and I couldn't go to an interview with coffee over my front so I went into the toilets with the intention of taking off my top and closing my jacket to cover for it. But when I tried, I couldn't hide my bra so that had to go as well. Luckily, I am one of those women who always has a big bag and carries her life around in it so there was easily enough room in it for my top and bra. I returned to my seat wearing slightly less clothing but looking decent enough anyway.
I got off the train and walked to the building where the interview was due to be held. It was a small office block made for start-up businesses but it looked smart enough and the area was nice. I searched for the Sally's company on the list and rang the buzzer.
"Hello" replied a pleasant sounding woman's voice.
"Hi. I'm Helena. I'm here for the interview."
"OK. I'll buzz you in. I'm on the third floor."
I went through the door was walking towards the lift when I noticed a ladder in my tights. I didn't want to go into the interview looking like that so they had to go as well. I nipped into the Ladies and quickly took them off. Luckily, my legs were smooth enough so that I could get away without any covering and besides which, I had no choice.
I threw the tights away and checked myself in the mirror.
I left the lavatory and headed for the lift. As I got closer, I felt a strange sensation around by bottom. It seems the elastic in my knickers was looser than I thought that it was and that the tights were the only thing holding them up. I reached the Ladies just as my knickers reached the bottom of my bum and I whipped them off and stuffed them in my bag.
I walked up to the lift and pressed the button for the third floor. Now my clothing seemed to be having some kind of rebellion today because as I got into the lift, I caught the heel of one of my shoes in the gap between the lift and the floor and it snapped so my shoes had to come off as well. I had started wearing eight items and I was now down to two.
I found the office and knocked on the door. The woman who answered it was in her late 30's with short blonde hair. She had the slim build and tan of someone who is both rich and healthy with a perfect smile to match. She was dressed in a pink vest top and white cropped trousers. This was Sally.
"Hello." she said as I walked in carrying my shoes "You must be Helena."
"Yes." I replied "Sorry, I don't normally arrive to interviews barefoot and carrying my shoes but I've not been all that lucky today. I laddered my tights and broke my shoes."