Dress to Impress

Debbi was not pleased with the outfit her coworkers had chosen. With it’s comically short skirt and the jackets plunging neckline, it reminded Debbi more of something a stripper might wear while playing a business woman, then actual professional attire. Worse yet, the material was rough on her skin and clearly cheaply made.

“Where’s the blouse?” Debbi inquired. “Did it not come with one?” Diane feigned innocence “Oh well just keep the jacket buttoned and no one will be able to tell.”. “That’s alright, I’ll just wear the blouse and knickers I wore on the plane. Where did they get off to?” Dabbi asked. “Oops sorry Deb,” Aditty said having finished her own shower “I already sent them to the laundry. I figured you’d want them washed since you didn’t have any others to wear.” “Bloody Brilliant! So now I’m **** to give this presentation topless beneath my jacket & commando under this itchy skirt?” Debbi complained “Great, just great.”

The crowd was huge, much of the company had decided to attend and hear the proposal for what would be a large financial commitment by their employer. The ladies stood nervously in the wings. Diane would open the presentation, then bring out Debbi, and after her spiel, Aditty would come out and go over some numbers, finally Carol would join them on stage to moderate a question and answer period.

While Diane delighted the crowd Debbi stood off stage tugging at her skirt, **** to will the garment longer, and shifting uncomfortably in the itchy material. Diane stepped aside and Debbi took her place at the podium. At first lost in thought relaying her well-rehearsed pitch to the massive crowd, Debbi's concentration was broken when her jackets lone button gave out and the top swung freely baring her breasts. Or it would have done, if not for the protection of the podium, for now Debbi was safe, but she dreaded the moment Aditty would be brought on stage and she’d be **** to leave her cover. Debbi continued her speech confident no one else was aware of her difficulty. But a few lines later Debbi’s face went white as she noticed another unpleasant sensation, the cheaply made skirt was slipping from her hips!

Debbi reached down to grab the skirt but it was too late, the flimsy cloth had slid down her legs and was now pooled at her heels. Debbi thanked God for the protection of the podium, she could not believe that behind this pulpit she stood almost completely nude before the enormous crowd. Carol did her best to stifle her laughter as she stood in the wings capturing Debbi’s predicament on cell phone video. From this angle all was clear as bare-assed Debbi looked out over a gigantic crowd, speaking seemingly unfazed by her bottomless status.

Diane smirked and Debbi bit her tongue to silence a yip, when for the third time today Diane smacked her bare ass! Diane stepped forward strategically placing one foot atop Debbi’s fallen skirt. She grasped Debbi around the upper arms, leaning over her shoulder to speak into the microphone and welcome Aditty to the stage. Diane was determined not to allow Debbi to make any kind of quick getaway, in her current exposed state.