Ana antes up.

“Bollocks, I bet you a week of pizzas that I can finish the patrol in my underwear.”

“Ha, deal! Get a move on!”

“Right.” Ana tore her jacket out of her torso and tossed it to the floor, her undershirt soon followed. Only a bra remained on the brunette’s slender torso to support her curvaceous bosom. Ana grabbed her flashlight and radio before exiting her post.

Whatever bravery her anger summoned disappeared when Ana heard the door close behind her. Sweat rolled down her smooth stomach, she really was standing outside in just her Winnie panties and pink bra.

Maybe …maybe this was a bad idea, and hey, pizzas are cheap these days. Ana could afford to pay Cheryl’s dinner for the next week. “Don’t forget, I can see you through the cameras. I will know when you chicken out.”

Yeah no, screw that. If Cheryl thought she was going to catch her with cold feet, she was …kind of right. The night was quite chilly outside her station, and Ana was already beginning to shiver as the night breeze danced across her almond skin.

Well, no turning back now. Ana turned on her flashlight and began doing the rounds across the perimeter of the factory. The half-naked woman walked with a brisk step, her tender feet slapping across the hard pathway. The sooner she was done, the better.

Ana waved her flashlight left and right in high alert. Every shadow seemed to be a person, an intruding hooligan peeking at her toned bottom. The massive silos and engines already made her feel small on most nights, but in her underwear? Ana might as well be a mouse.

What would she even do if she spotted an intruder? Make him laugh to ****? Not even her mother would take her seriously in that getup.

Yep, the factory was quite scary, better aim her light at the quiet street. The perimeter was covered by a fence. Ana could easily see right outside …and any passerby could else see inside, straight at the nubile form of the half-naked woman.

On second thought, maybe the flashlight wasn’t necessary. Ana knew her route by memory, she could probably complete it with her eyes closed, so she tried.

Without vision, Ana could feel the amazing sensations of being naked at work. The rough stone under her feet, the cold breeze giving her goosebumps, the sweat rolling from her forehead and flowing around her round breasts. She changed her mind, this wasn’t as comfortable as she thought. But nothing was as rough as what came next.

The stone path wasn’t even, Ana’s feet tripped over a small bump and she fell forward into a barrel, pushing it down alongside herself. Nuts and bolts of all kinds were sprayed on the floor in a great metallic racket. The crickets were momentarily silenced, they were too stunned by the barrage of indecencies being shout out of Ana’s mouth.

Ana didn’t get up, turn on her flashlight, or even move at all from the ground. That commotion could probably be heard all the way to Antarctica, and no doubt someone was going to come soon and find the dumb half-naked guard doing dumb things at her workplace. There was no way no one didn’t notice.

And yet, several minutes later, nothing happened. No one noticed her, no other guards poked their heads out in the street and even the radio remained silent. It dawned on Ana just how alone she was, and she took some solace in that. No one would notice even if she went completely naked. As a matter of fact, she got an idea.