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It always sucks getting your period. Unless you're in the middle of a pregnancy scare or something, it's rough no matter what your situation is. That said, I feel like I'm in a uniquely shitty position. Honestly though, while it isn't as bad as it could be, it's far worse than I would have hoped.
Sitting at my desk, I can feel my pulse quicken slightly every time a coworker looks my way. Subconsciously, I fold my arms across my chest, trying to cover my breasts as much as possible. I've been so distracted with my attempts to keep my thinly veiled tits under wraps that I feel like I'm going crazy.
Why is this office so cold? My nipples insist on staying hard and poking through my midnight-blue blouse. I'm wearing a black camisole underneath, but I can tell that it's barely doing anything to conceal the shape of my breasts. Working at the office without a bra is so humiliating, and, in its own way, it's worse than having no panties.
I thought I had a fantastic idea to improve my situation, but my clever plan completely backfired once again. For the briefest moment, it seemed as if I was going to gain myself a week of reprieve from my agreement with Brent, but my plot went entirely awry.
A little over a week ago, I met with Brent alone in his office. Speaking to him has become so damn difficult. I kept stumbling over my words like a nervous schoolgirl. "Sir... I'm worried because I'm about to have my... well... I mean, it's that time and... I don't want to risk getting..."
He held his hand up, silencing my futile stammering. "Ruth, are you trying to tell me that you're about to have your period?"
My face glowed bright red. "Y...yes, sir."
"Don't you wear tampons?"
Just talking about this topic with him was crushing my very soul, but I had to try. I shook my head. "No, sir. I've always worn pads... I just... I was hoping..."
I could see the gentle humor in his smile, and once again I considered jumping out of his window to my death. It didn't matter that the glass was reinforced; I would have found a way through. Just when I thought all was lost, he said, "Alright, Ruth. During your time of the month, you can wear your panties with your pad."
At the time, the lightness of the statement surprised me to no end. Hell, it still surprises me. I expected him to toy with me, to make me beg, but he behaved with so much kindness. I turned to go, but his voice stopped me before I reached the door.
"One caveat, though. During that time, you can't wear a bra. And I trust that you'll resume our normal arrangement at the appropriate time? Without micromanagement?"
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded and exited the room.
Going an entire week without a bra has been incredibly stressful. It seems like going around the office with a bare ass and pussy under my skirt would be the most embarrassing, but I couldn't have been more mistaken. Worst of all, I constantly feel like I've forgotten something; that idea has been gnawing at the back of my mind, although I can't make anything of it, to save my life. The feeling has been plaguing me, but I'm so busy trying to cover myself from the prying eyes of my coworkers, I can't focus on anything else.
"Ruth?" A soft voice from behind shakes me from my revelries, and I have to stifle a whimper. It's another woman's voice, and I'd recognize it anywhere. My heart sinks. This is not someone I was hoping to see today.
"Carol," my voice is as friendly as I can manage, but there is a deep sense of building anxiety hidden just below the surface. Looking into my coworker's face, I see her plastered smile and shifty, invasive eyes. "Good morning. Is there something I can help you with?" I cross my arms tighter, trying to hide my breasts a little better, but it is a nearly futile gesture. I feel like I'm only pressing them up and putting them on display even more.
Carol looks around the office to make sure that no one is paying attention. Instantly, the alarm bells begin sounding within my mind, and I swallow hard. She's ensuring that our conversation isn't overheard. Why?
A million things she might say bloom within my mind: '
Hey Ruth, why aren't you wearing a bra? Hey Ruth, It looks like you're sweating; what's up with that? Hey Ruth, why are you looking so nervous? Hey Ruth, every guy in the office told me to tell you that your tits look fantastic right now, and they want you to strip off your shirt too, like the office slut you are, and...'
"Hey Ruth, did you hear?" She leans in close, whispering conspiratorially. "There's some juicy gossip going around! It sounds like there might be some sexy hijinks going on here in the office. On this very floor!"
My pulse spikes immediately, pounding within my ears. It's us! Oh fuck, it's us, and she's just talking about it in third person to tease me. No. That doesn't make any sense. Surely, she can't be talking about me and Brent...? If it was me, wouldn't everything have come out already, and I'd be in jail? Oh God, please! No, wait... calm down... if she's telling me about it, that means she doesn't suspect me. Right? Everyone else might know about us, I have no idea - but at least Carol hasn't found me out yet. I pray that this logic is sound, but my head is spinning.
Somehow, I keep my voice even. "Oh, that's interesting. What did you hear?"
Her voice drops even quieter. "I heard that someone found a pair of panties in the supply room! Somebody hid them under one of the storage shelves! How scandalous!"
