Disaster

Opening the door, you gingerly step on through. Alexandra sits behind her desk typing away at her computer, “Oh good, you’re here.” While you are still seething at your current predicament, you can't help but admire how beautiful Alexandra is. She has long blonde hair that is as soft as it is glossy. Her navy dress is well fitted to her curvy figure. Your eyes are drawn to the modest amount of cleavage the dress provides. Like everything about Alexandra, it was perfectly calculated, enough to catch someone's attention but not so much anyone would call her slutty.

The brisk air in Alexandra's office almost sending shivers down your naked body reminds you of another thing: Alexandra Cooper is not to be taken lightly. She conned you into the most humiliating experience of your life like it was nothing, and there is no doubt in your mind that she could makes thing much worse if you gave her the opportunity. The thought ignites a thrill inside you for a reason you don't understand. Best to move onto business rather than dwell on unsettling feels.

“Um, yeah, I came to sign the new terms and agreement you mentioned.” you say. Without looking your way Alexandra continues typing, "Of course, just give me a moment, and we'll take care of that." You bristle a little bit at being told to wait. It's bad enough that Alexandra has you walking around the office naked, but now she won't even acknowledge your embarrassment? No, she just focuses on her work. Still fuming you decide to at least sit down but as you're about to Alexandra speaks up "I didn't say you could sit."

You stop, ass halfway to the cushion, and look up at Alexandra. Her eyes haven't moved from her screen but she is clearly watching. You stand backup, pushing down a wave of indignation. You swear you can see a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

After what feels like an eternity, Alexandra finally finishes her work. She smiles at you, "Thank you for waiting; here are the new terms. You might want to give them a read." The sly smirk on Alexandra's face makes your insides twist. This woman never did anything without a reason. You aren't sure what she's hiding, but you're certain it's nothing good for you.

She puts a fresh set of papers with the title "Office Bets: Terms and Agreements" written at the top. You leaf through the documents, checking every page for some trick that would spell your doom. All the terms are the same until you get to the final page, and your heart sinks.

"No property will be exchanged or transferred as part of any wager?"

Alexandra smiles, "Yes, our lawyers suggested it. We already banned wagering money but betting property presents a similar issue. Banning that as well prevents any unfortunate incidents." A professional explanation would be tempted to believe if not for the fact that she looked at you like the cat that caught the canary. What she's not saying is that with these new terms you can't make a bet to win clothes from anyone. Someone could get you clothes if they wanted to do you a favor but given your history with all your coworkers that seems unlikely. Your last hope of leaving with anything on you besides a hard-on just went out the window.

You're trapped.