A pain in the ass

Victoria walked towards the conference room where the board of directors were, absentmindedly scratching her ass. Janice and Drake were behind her, desperately trying to hold in their laughter.

"And what, may I ask, is so funny?" Victoria asked coldly, squirming as she felt the itching sensation on her ass grow.

"Oh, nothing. Just remembered an old joke I heard the other day." Drake lied, giving a wink to Janice and receiving a wink back in response.

"Well you better forget it while we're in there! The last thing I need is for you two to make me look like a freaking idiot and embarrassing me in front of the board!"

"Oh, you won't need any help from us there..."

"What was that?!"

"Nothing." Janice lied with an innocent smile.

Victoria only glared at the two, shaking her head before going through the door to the conference room with the two in toe.

As the meeting continued, and Janice and Drake explained the project, Victoria sat in her seat, squirming uncomfortably as she scooted her ass from side to side. Why the hell was it itching so bad?! The DM tried to ignore it entirely, but the itching just grew and grew.

"Ants in your pants, Ms. Adams?" The CEO, an older woman in her fifties, asked in annoyance; the woman getting annoyed by Victoria's constant fidgeting.

"There very well might be with all this itching on my ass..." Victoria thought to herself. Out loud, she replied, "Oh no, Mrs. Jameson! Everything's just fine! I -"

"If you have to go to the bathroom, then get up and go." Mrs. Jameson interrupted, "It's distracting everyone from your presentation! We're all adults here, Ms. Adams. We're not in elementary school."

"You wouldn't think that if you saw her panties." Drake muttered, causing Janice to stifle a giggle.

"No, I... I mean, yes." Victoria said, getting up from her seat. "Terribly sorry, Mrs. Jameson. I just didn't want to interrupt the -"

"Just. Go." Mrs. Jameson groaned, waving Victoria away.

Victoria nodded and left the conference room, quickly making her way to the bathroom to see what was going on with this itching.

Once Victoria was gone, Janice and Drake hid a pair of smirks just as Mrs. Jameson turned back to them. "Please continue, Ms. Smith and Mr. Dawson."

Victoria had just turned the corner for the women's room when she bumped into one of her employees, a skinny blonde woman who had taken a bite of her jelly doughnut... Which was now on the floor after leaving a massive stain Victoria's blouse.

"You moron!" Victoria shrieked, gesturing down to her blouse. "Look what you've done, you fat hippo! This blouse costs more than your house, and you got jelly on it!"

"I-I-I-I'm so sorry, Ms. Adams!" The woman said fearfully, tears in her eyes.

Victoria snarled. "Never mind, you idiot! I have enough on my plate at the moment, so get out of my sight before I personally clean out your desk and kick you onto the street myself!"

"B-but I'm the janitor."

"Then I'll clean out your broom closet and throw you into the dumpster if you're not out of my sight in the next two seconds!"

The Janitor didn't need to be told twice before running off, allowing Victoria to continue to make her way into the bathroom. Once inside, The DM made a line for the handicap stall, closing and locking the door behind her.

Looking down at her blouse, Victoria sighed and unbuttoned it, pulling it off of her shoulders... And revealing her padded bra underneath. See, with the bra on, Victoria had a modest B cup set of breasts, but without? If she was completely topless, she'd be mistaken for a guy if it weren't for her curves!

And that wasn't even mentioning the Barney the Dinosaur print on the bra itself.

"Do they sell adult panties where you bought those?"

Victoria snarled at Janice's words. How dare she?! It wasn't her fault that she put off doing the laundry until last minute and handed the dirty clothes off to the laundromat this morning. It was either these or going commando! And she only had them because they were gag gifts from a relative.

... And she maybe, sorta, kinda was still a fan of Barney. Something that only added to the embarrassment.

The burning itch on her ass reminded her why she was in here in the first place. Placing her blouse over the door of the stall, Victoria stepped out of her heels and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she mooned the mirror.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Victoria shrieked, her eyes going wide at the red and bumpy rash all over her ass.

That certainly wasn't there this morning!

Yanking her panties down and off, Victoria turned the faucet on to full blast and grabbed some paper towels. She had to fix this now!

As Victoria was cleaning up, Janice slipped into the bathroom, having excused herself from the meeting. With a pair of rubber gloves on, Janice smiled as she saw not only Victoria's heels, skirt, and panties on the floor, but the DM's blouse hanging from the top of the door as well.

Stifling a giggle, Janice quietly crept forward and scooped up Victoria's clothes, heading out the bathroom door and closing it quietly. Once outside, Janice tossed the clothes into a nearby garbage chute that lead to the furnace, no doubt incinerating Victoria's clothes as she made her way back to the conference room.

"I... Think... I... Got it..." Victoria said, having used the last of the paper towels (and the toilet paper) to dry herself as she stood there in only her stuffed Barney bra. "Now to just wash... Whatever this was off my panties and the jelly off my blouse, and then I...."

Victoria turned around and gasped in horror. Her heels! Her skirt! Her blouse! Her panties! They were gone!

"Oh, crap!" She squeaked, throwing two hands over her womanhood and blushing furiously. What now?