Covering at reception

Diane stood there stunned as she watched Emma gather up her clothes. She expected today to be like any other normal work day, at least what passes for normal with this pandemic, but instead she found herself in violation of some ridiculous new dress code which resulted in her having to strip naked. She stared ahead blankly as she took in the gravity of her situation. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on as she moved her hands and arms nervously over her breasts and crotch in an effort to not only preserve what little modesty she could, but also warm her up a little from the cool air that circulated throughout the office. The contrast of being the only one naked among her two fully clothed co-workers also somehow made her feel even more naked. She looked at Emma standing a couple of feet in front of her and holding all her clothing, and for the first time she realized Emma's lips were moving but she couldn't hear her saying anything.

"Hello!?! Earth to Diane!!" Emma barked in a sarcastic tone while waving a hand in front of the raven haired beauty's face.

"S-sorry," Diane said, needlessly apologizing. "I spaced out."

"I get this is probably traumatic for you or whatever but there's still work to be done. Since you didn't seem to be paying attention I'll repeat what I said before: Alicia called out sick with symptoms and someone needs to cover at the reception desk, and that someone is going to be you," Emma says with a grin.

"Recep--," Diane started to say but she couldn't even get the entire word out before **** on it. Her mouth suddenly felt hot and dry and it felt like there was a giant lump in her throat. She hadn't even had time to process how this situation could get any worse, and going down to reception would certainly be one way. Her mind started to swim with dread at the thought of who might end up seeing her naked there. At least here on the fourth floor all she had to worry about was Emma and Helen.

"Reception, yes. It's that desk that you pass on the first floor on your way to taking the elevator up here," Emma replied.

Diane swallowed and ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth to moisten it so that she felt like she could speak again, "Emma, please..."

But before the goth could even finish her sentence Emma quickly cut her off. "I'm not asking you to cover at reception, I'm telling you and this isn't a negotiation so get your pale ass down there now!"

A new wave of heat filled Diane's cheeks on the comment about her pale ass, and realizing she's in a no-win situation she slowly turned around and began the walk across the office to the elevator. She could feel Emma's eyes burning a hole into her aforementioned pale ass, but despite there being no one in front of her she wasn't comfortable uncovering her breasts or crotch in order to cover her butt. The industrial carpeting felt rough under her bare feet and for the first time since it started she was actually grateful for the pandemic as she passed desks and offices that would otherwise be occupied.

Reaching the elevator, Diane timidly reaches out with the hand that was previously covering her crotch, and for the first time since stripping, her trimmed jet black pubic hair and pussy are exposed before she quickly clamps her hand between her legs again.

"Please be empty, please be empty," she mutters under her breath just before the elevator comes to a stop and the door opens.