This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Chicken Fight Humiliation".
Christine was absolutely dreading going back in to work again. It had only been two days since her hated co-worker Stacey had stripped her at the work pool party in front of over half a dozen other co-workers and their significant others. Luckily, her husband and daughter were out at a park when Chris got home, and Chris had yet to say anything about it to him; so he at least was still oblivious to the whole thing.
Driving home had been tricky. When she fled the party, she hadn't been thinking about how difficult it would be to keep covered with the beach towel she had left in the car to protect her seat from getting wet; she was only grateful to make her escape and be able to cover herself up. The towel covered her lap well, but she quickly came to realize that trying to drive while covering the rest of her with it was going to be a bit of a struggle. Any time she would move her arms significantly, it would slide down off her large hanging tits. So she minimized how much she moved her arms while driving and did her best to stick to side roads. For the most part, she was successful.
There was one incident at a red light, when she hadn't noticed that the towel had slid down on one side, exposing her right breast. When a pick-up truck pulled up in the right lane, she intentionally avoided looking over and drawing attention to herself. After a few seconds, that had been shattered when she was startled to attention by the truck's horn.
"Hey, mama! How's about lettin' ol' Zach get a drink of that titty milk?"
At that, she turned and glared. The driver, who looked as run-down and rusty as his truck, was ogling her salaciously and making slurping motions with his tongue. Her face contorted in a look of disgust. Then she noticed that the towel had slid down and her right breast was hanging free. She blushed furiously at this recognition, and quickly covered herself back up. She went back to looking straight ahead and trying to ignore him. She had grown a bit concerned when he seemed to be trying to drive alongside of her for a few blocks, probably hoping to get another view; and she felt relieved when, with a final honk and loud shout, he turned down another road.
Her biggest piece of good fortune had been that her husband and daughter weren't there when she had gotten home. She was able to pull into the garage and enter the house from there with none of her neighbors being any the wiser to her predicament. It also meant that she didn't have to explain to her husband why she was returning buck naked under her towel. Not only was she able to avoid telling him about her humiliation, which would have been itself rather degrading; but with him being none the wiser she was at least a bit more likely to put this behind her. The last thing she wanted was for this to blow up any further; and if he knew, she was certain that the law would be involved, and before long everyone she knows would find out what happened. The thought of that was mortifying, so she resolved not to say anything to anyone.
As much as she would have liked to at that moment, she also realized that quitting wouldn't be an option. That would require some explanation on her part as well, and she didn't know how to avoid having the truth come out. So it was either continue to come to work, with her co-workers knowing what happened, and some having witnessed it directly, or quit and risk family and friends finding out. She had decided that staying at her job would be, for now, less problematic.
When her supervisor Kay called her later that evening, she dreaded answering the phone; but in the end that too was a piece of good fortune. It turns out that Kay had been in the house at the time and had found out about what happened right after Chris had left. Chris was relieved that at least her boss hadn't witnessed her humiliation, and even more so that she had demanded that people delete the relevant videos and photos. She felt a bit vindicated when she learned that Stacey and Matt had both been suspended indefinitely pending judgment by the corporate office. The thought of Stacey potentially being fired did make her feel a bit better, enough to bring a smile to her face. Kay reassured her that even though she was only part-time, the high level of care she gave to the residents was valued immensely, and that she made it clear to the others that what happened at the pool party was to go no further. Still, once it was time to actually go into work again, she was a nervous wreck. Her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults, and her hands were shaky.
The nerves hadn't gone away when she got to work, and she felt edgy all evening. Sharon, who had been at the party, awkwardly avoided her after mumbling an apology for not having helped Chris out when she asked. Even though Sharon was contrite (and even a bit embarrassed about her non-action), Chris wasn't yet ready to forgive anyone, and after not responding, she walked away angrily. Chris spend most of the evening feeling distracted and on edge, as if she were waiting for the almost normal circumstances to come crashing down. They didn't, but her continual state of distraction did result in one quite awkward encounter.
She was not really paying attention to where she was going, and coming around a corner walked headlong into Carl. The same Carl who just two days prior had been fondling her tits while Matt held her in place. She let out a gasp of surprise. Carl seemed equally startled.
"Oh! Chris. Um... hi." He blushed and quickly looked to the ground.
"I didn't... I mean... what are YOU doing here?" Chris stuttered. She had assumed that like Stacey and Matt, Carl would be on suspension. Carl didn't immediately answer, instead shifting around nervously. Images of Carl shyly rubbing and squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples flashed in her head. She blushed at the memory, and felt her face and chest grow warm. She could swear that she felt her nipples start to harden, which made her blush even more. After maybe half a minute of uncomfortable silence, Chris started to scamper away.
"Chris! Wait", Carl yelled. Chris stopped and turned toward him, but didn't say anything.
"Look", Carl stumbled, "I just... um... wanted to, you know... um... apologize for, you know, the, uh, other day." He was shifting nervously again. "I know I shouldn't have... well, you know," he said, vaguely gesturing in the direction of her chest. Chris glared at him.
"It's just that... well, I mean I've never had the chance to... and, well, yours are so lovely... I mean, um, YOU'RE so lovely that I..." Carl trailed off into incoherent mumbling before finally recovering himself. "Seriously, I know I shouldn't have gone along with it. I just..." He trailed off again and looked back at his feet.
Chris felt a little better about seeing him since it was clear that he legitimately felt bad about his own participation. Though, the thought that he might be sweet on her made her a bit uncomfortable. Dull-witted, plain-looking, significantly overweight and always a bit unkempt, he was hardly someone any woman would want pursuing them, much less groping at their helpless tits in front of around a dozen people. Chris certainly wasn't interested. So why, she wondered, were her nipples still hard and getting tingly? And why did her pussy feel warm?
"PLEASE don't say anything to Kay," Carl pleaded, breaking Chris' train of thought. "I don't think anyone told her about what I did, and I REALLY need this job. I'm REALLY sorry; really." Carl looked and sounded genuinely desperate, and despite what he did, Chris felt a bit sorry for him. Deep down she was sure that Carl wouldn't have done anything but stare dumbly had Stacey not egged him on.
"Fine," Chris sighed. "Let's just... let's just not talk about this anymore." Carl rapidly nodded in agreement and Chris hurried off. She was relieved that their uncomfortable encounter was at an end, but still more than a bit bothered and perplexed by how her body had responded to the memory of being held helplessly while Carl felt her up. She was sure it wasn't Carl. A thought occurred to her: was she actually turned on by thinking about the humiliation? Chris tried to push the thought aside and focus on her work. Eventually, she was too busy for the memories and thoughts to keep disturbing her.
As she set out to head home after the end of her shift, Carl sheepishly waved good-bye to her from down the hall. Immediately the memories of his hands pawing her breasts in front of everyone at the party while she squirmed in a fruitless attempt to escape Matt's grasp rushed back into her thoughts. As she felt her nipples harden again, she beat a hasty retreat. She wound up mulling over it for part of the way home. While waiting at a stoplight, she was thinking about herself buck naked, arms held up in the air displayed like a piece of meat as her attempts to escape only succeeded in making her big hanging tits jiggle about wildly. She began absentmindedly rubbing herself through her pants until the light changing startled her out of her thoughts. She finally noticed what she had been doing, and quickly returned her traitorous hand to the wheel. She jacked up the radio, singing along loudly the rest of the way home to distract herself.
