Finish work

Lauren looked to the clock. Finally, this dreadful day at work was done! She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well Lauren, you're off the clock." Kathy said. "Next time you come in, try to wear some proper clothes."

"Aw, but I like the towel!" Danielle giggled, coming up behind Lauren. "It's so... unreliable!"

With that Danielle flipped up the back of the towel, briefly exposing Lauren's pasty backside. Lauren squealed, stepping away from Danielle and clutching at her towel. Totally shaken as she heard laughter from the kitchen, Lauren hurried to the backdoor.

The laughter burned in Lauren's ears as she stepped out into the parking lot. Instantly she felt a chill. It was past dark now, and the temperature had dropped greatly. Goosebumps formed on her exposed legs and her nipples hardened in her nearly hallow bra. She shivered, looking around. That was when she remembered she didn't have her car since she'd been driven here. She didn't even have her wallet. She was standing in a parking lot, wearing a towel and a tank top, miles from home with no car, ID or a dime to her name! She felt her stomach tighten with fear. What was she supposed to do?