Bad to worse

At this point, you are practically shaking in your boots, seeing your two more experienced co-workers get reduced to stark, naked embarrassments.

You try to regain composure by lifting your stun gun and pointing at the couple. You are in a firing stance, but your knees and elbows are wobbling in nervousness.

“Now, I don’t know what you people are, but you need to leave now! I just clicked my watch for backup.” You say it in a squeaky voice.

“Why do we need to leave? We have done nothing wrong. They stripped themselves! We are just as surprised as you are.” The man in the suit says it with a laugh.

“No more games! You are doing this… somehow I don’t know how, but it has to be you two! So either leave or I shoot.” You don’t know what to expect now.

"Well, we just got here; we want to explore, not leave. Besides, that gun looks fake,” the woman replies. Another blur occurs.

“You’ll see,” you pull the trigger, and the gun clicks. Nothing happens; you try again and again. It’s jammed.

“They give the guards here fake guns? And what is with these guards and stripping off their clothes?” the man laughs.

You are confused for a second, and then you feel a breeze down below. Your heart sinks as you look down to see your pants and utility belt around your ankles. Bad day to wear a g-string, you think to yourself.

You shriek in embarrassment and drop your gun. You go to cover your crotch and push your knees together. You can’t believe this has happened to you. No one should be seeing you like this. Then you sheepishly reach down to grab your pants.

Unfortunately, you don’t get far; another blur occurs as you’re bent over. You try to lift up with your pants, but suddenly find your arms stuck. It seems somehow your belt is wrapped around your arms and legs, locking you in this position. You struggle to free yourself, and you try to yell for help but find what appears to be your own bra stuffed tightly in your mouth.

It’s the most humiliating position of your life. You’re bent over, arms stuck to your legs, and the only thing covering your fairly large butt is a tiny polka-dot g-string. After a few seconds, you feel a slap to your right butt cheek, your butt jiggles as you stumble on your back. Your legs are up in the air. A full view to your exposed crotch.

The couple laughs as they see the three guards squirming around in their newly exposed states.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the last guard on duty, Amy, a redhead, running over.

“Oh my god, what has happened here!” She exclaims. Her hand is covering her mouth in shock.