Your heels clicked loudly on the lobby floor. Although the space seemed to be empty--and lowly lit--you had no interest in attracting any unwanted attention. Hell, given your current outfit no attention of any kind would be wanted. You looked up--looking down nearly made you ill-- remembering that you had to cross the entire lobby to get to your intended destination. As you approached the security desk you found yourself grateful that it was unmanned. The next thought came with a whimper: If only the custodial staff went home as early.
After all, it was a custodian who was the primary cause of your slow and terrified walk across the lobby. Your slow, terrified, and totally nude walk across the lobby, your heels (still clicking loudly) the only covering you had on any inch of your body. This wasn't completely true, as your left hand was directly in front of your bare pussy and your right arm was draped strategically across your bare breasts. However, your ass--although well-toned--was completely exposed. As you finally passed the security desk, you could imagine the guard leering at you as you passed by him stark naked.
'I'm not even carrying my ID,' you thought. Looking down for a moment, you tried to joke with yourself: 'Where would I have put it?'
Your brain was racing, and you kept going over how you got yourself into this situation. Though, you weren't entirely to blame, you tried convincing yourself. True, you had decided to seduce your boss when it was only you and he working late that evening. And yes, you had stripped down to your birthday suit at your cubicle, bringing only your thong (which you had held in your hand) as you proceeded into his office, your heels your only covering (showing off to your boss the same non-outfit you had now been in for almost an hour). And finally, you had loved how much he enjoyed looking at your naked tits and pussy, and you really loved sucking and fucking him in his chair while he remained dressed under your very nude body.
But you weren't the one who decided to take all your clothes, leaving you scurrying naked underneath your desk when you went to find them after your boss left. You weren't the one who had left you a humiliating choice: Streak across the lobby to beg the woman who had stolen every scrap of clothing you had to return them to you or drive yourself home totally naked. As you had made your way across the office to the lobby door you had frantically checked every desk for a jacket or sweater or something. But nobody had left you anything.
And your boss hadn't been any help either.
After rereading the email from the custodian Marisa--a woman you had treated poorly and who now had all your clothes in her office--you had picked up your desk phone and called your boss. He had walked out only a few minutes earlier and had probably not driven far from the office yet. Since he really liked you--and since you had just fucked him silly--you figured he'd be happy to help.
"Mr. Daniels, it's Lisa," you spoke hurriedly into the phone when he answered his cell, as you cradled the phone between your cheek and shoulder so you could use your arms and hands to cover yourself.
"Ah, how is my favorite gorgeous assistant this evening?" he jokingly asked, as though he hadn't left you sprawled and nude at your desk a few minutes earlier, a time when you both thought that it was the greatest evening ever.
"Naked," you replied, your bare nipples hard against your arm and your pussy dripping on the hand that covered it.
"As you should be," he chuckled. For a second your heart stopped as you thought he had arranged this, but then you realized he thought you were still just playing out the fantasy from earlier.
"No, sir, I'm really totally naked at my desk. My clothes are all gone," you added, very quietly. "I went to get them from under my desk but only my purse was there. I'm stuck here, totally naked, at our office."
"That's too bad," he replied, "but you'd better get used to it." Then he lowered his voice. "Oh, Lisa, you are so incredible, this is so wonderful. I can't wait for tomorrow."
You began to realize he was lost in the fantasy and that he thought you were too. You added a final tone of desperation. "Please, sir, come back to the office and bring me something to wear. Anything. I'll do whatever you want, I just can't go home like this. At least bring me back my underwear. I'm totally and completely nude, I can't walk out like this. Please, I'm begging you." And you were.
But he didn't get it. "I'm sorry, Ms. Babson, I did tell you that you'd be working nude from here on in, and that if you complained about it then you'd force me to make you go home naked tonight as well." He had said all that, but at the time you were grinding on top of him with him deep inside you, both of you lost in the heat of the moment. A moment he was clearly still in.
"I need to get home, Ms. Babson," he said, trying to play the boss-fantasy for one moment longer. "I expect to see you tomorrow bright and early. And I expect to see you in the same outfit you are in now. Goodnight." And with that, he disconnected the call.
At which point your heart nearly broke as you realized that unless you faced Marisa soon he would see you bright and early tomorrow morning in the exact same outfit you were wearing now: your black heels and nothing else.
All of which brought you to the present moment, now just steps away from the closed door of the brightly lit custodial office that was discreetly located in an alcove off the lobby. You looked back over your shoulder at the lobby--a giant space you had just traversed entirely in the nude. You tried to take comfort in the fact you had the courage to have made it here, the place where your clothes were supposed to be. You didn't want to think of what would happen if they weren't there.
The door in front of you had the words "CUSTODIAL OFFICE" stenciled on the glass. Looking past the letters you could see the office was empty--no Marisa. You moved your hand away from your bare pussy to try the door knob, which for a second you considered could be locked and that you could have been played for a fool yet again.
But the door swung open, quietly, and you stepped into the brightly fit front room, recovering your bare snatch with your hand. Your heart was pounding wildly as you tried to listen for sounds from the back rooms. You heard nothing and wondered-- for the first time--had Marisa already left... and if so, had she taken your clothes with her? Giving up any pretense of modesty, you started running around the front room, looking under the desks and in drawers to see if you could find any covering, yours or otherwise.
You were squatting in front of an old desk--your legs spread wide and your pussy still dripping on the grayish carpet--when you heard a voice behind your back.
"Hey, Ms. Babson, good to see ya," the voice said. It was clearly gloating. You closed your eyes as you prepared to face your tormentor clad only in your birthday suit. You used your hands to get you standing again, but as you turned you threw an arm across your breasts and a hand in front of your pussy.
Marisa was leaning carelessly in the doorway that led to the backrooms (storage and supply rooms, you thought) her arms folded across her chest and a huge smile on her face. She was clad in her blue custodial outfit--a button down with a name-tag and pants--and was taking you in in all your glory. For the first time you noticed she was probably about your age. It had been a long time since another woman (besides your doctor) had seen you like this (there had been one evening with a friend in college) and you cringed as you realized that your pussy was beginning to drip again.
"I really liked the view when I first walked in," she continued, "watching you spread it in front of that desk. Nice ass. But this side looks pretty good, too. Just drop the hands... after all, it's just us girls." She said this all casually, as if stark naked paralegals walked into her office all the time.
"Oh, c'mon," she said when you hadn't moved. "I don't swing like that. I just like the idea of miss high-and-mighty standing here in my office displaying all her goods for the world to see. You know you want to keep me happy right now. I doubt you'll be seeing any of those clothes of yours again if I'm not."
