Emily Puts Her Foot Down... and Promptly Slips

"Daniel," Emily said, still standing quite nude on the stepladder. She was sporting only a deep blush as she tried to both cradle her impressive chest and shield her lower bits from her neighbor's boyfriend. (Or, at least, who she believed was her neighbor's boyfriend.)

"I'll be quick as can be!" Daniel enthusiastically interrupted, already beginning to use a towel to soak up the edge of the giant puddle of oil.

"Daniel!" Emily said, more emphatically.

"See? It's already working!" he said, still not looking up from the towels on the kitchen floor.

"DANIEL!" Emily shouted, finally getting his attention. Although, as he stared up at her naked form, she couldn't help but partially regret it. She took a deep, calming breath before continuing in a much more level tone.

"I appreciate how much you want to help. I really do. But I am not going to just stand here like...," she glanced apprehensively down at her naked state before continuing, "like this while you clean up this whole mess!"

For several long, tense moments, Daniel simply stared back at Emily, as if he was rapidly thinking. The blonde woman waited nervously to see if she'd finally gotten through to him. But finally, Daniel nodded his head and sighed.

"Of course. You're right, of course. How silly of me!" he said, letting Emily give her own big sigh of relief.

"Now," she said, smiling, "How about this? You help me down from here, I'll go borrow some of Nat's clothes, and then we can both clean this all up together?"

"It... sounds like a plan to me," Daniel said, again sounding like he had been desperately trying to think of something else to say for a few moments.

He picked up the towel furthest from the broken glass and stood up, moving over to the base of the stepladder. Daniel placed the towel on top of another one, creating a safe spot for Emily to step down. Then, he held out his hand to her. Emily was **** to take his hand (since it would mean baring even more of her body) but figured her safety was more important than her modesty in that moment. Besides, Daniel had already seen quite a bit of her! So, with a fresh blush, Emily surrendered her left hand to Daniel's, revealing her womanhood to the man she'd just met. Then she slowly and carefully made her way down the stepladder.

"This will be quite the story to explain to Nat," she chuckled, trying to maintain some humor despite her humiliation.

"Huh? Oh, right! I'm sure she'll get a real kick out of it," Daniel hastily said.

Once Emily was on sure footing on the floor again, she returned her left hand to its modesty-preservation duties.

"Right! Well, I'll be right back then," she said, making a beeline for the edge of the kitchen. Daniel's gaze immediately lowered and focused on the bare butt suddenly on display as the blonde retreated. "Hopefully I'll be a bit more decent when I come baAAAAAA!"

Emily's parting words turned into a scream of surprise as she suddenly found herself slipping on the tiled floor. In her haste to get out of sight and dressed, she'd accidentally stepped into the edge of the oil puddle. And suddenly, she found herself slipping and falling to the kitchen floor.

She landed on her stomach with a mighty "OOF!" slightly stunned but unharmed. Thankfully, she'd missed any of the shards of glass that were underneath the mess of oily towels just a few inches away. She tried to push herself back up to her feet, but soon found she couldn't get any traction and slipped back down onto her stomach. She tried again, but fared no better, simply getting deeper into the giant puddle of slippery oil.

"Oh dear..." she muttered, realizing that the majority of her body was now absolutely covered in oil.