Flag Pole

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Olivia screamed as she desperately held onto the flag pole she had luckily grabbed onto after falling off the top floor balcony. Saving her from a harrowing fall onto the sidewalk. Which currently had many people stopping to look up in horror after someone spotted the poor woman when the heels she was wearing had nearly fallen on them. Two of which were Olaf and the girlfriend Olivia had watched earlier. Olaf quickly realized who it was.

“SOMEONE HELP ME!” she yelled in a panic. When she heard *tap tap tap* right next to her. Looking up she saw that she was currently in front of the window to the meeting room. Currently filled with the top brass of the company, mostly old men, staring in concern as the woman dangled there. The person who tapped on the window being Olivia direct boss, Mr. Pershing, who seemed to be trying to talk to her. Unfortunately the glass was too thick.

“Open the window!” she begged.

Sadly however this window could only be opened by one of the maintenance guys who would put a flag on the pole or adjust it here and there. Otherwise it was screwed shut. The man then used gestures to show that they already had someone calling emergency services and that she just needed to hold on tight. Reminding the woman of the pressure on her hands. As it quickly became uncomfortable. She knew she wasn’t going to pull herself up to climb on top of the pole, and trying would probably just tire her out sooner. So looking over to the bag on her shoulder she decided she needed to lose the dead weight and maybe she could hold out for however long it took the fire department to rush over and get her down.

Luckily she had her purse over her left shoulder allowing her to dangle by her strong arm long enough to slip it over and try and drop it. Only it didn’t go quite as planned as part of the bag had hooked into the waist of her romper. Leaving it to still hang from her body, only now that it wasn’t secured by her shoulder all of its weight was held by the outfit. Making Olivia quickly regret wearing a strapless romper as the hem was slowly dragged down her medium sized chest. Steadily revealing the perky globes and her cold pink nubs to the old audience that is her superiors. All the while the woman pleaded with the slowly descending outfit yelling “stop stop stop stop stooooopppp Nooo” until it dropped to her waist where it was caught on her shapely butt.

Despite the situation a few of the men couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. And although Olivia couldn’t hear it she certainly saw it, along with all the other men’s stares. Prompting her to yell “no don’t look” as she tried to use one hand to cover her chest lumps, only to nearly fall after a few seconds of not using both hands. Forcing her to uncover herself and go back to holding on for dear life. However she couldn’t take the stares for long so she struggled to turn herself around on the pole, only to end up noticing how many people had now stopped and were now staring up at her. Including people in the building across the street who she knew had a great view of her naked upper half.

She justified it by convincing herself that this was better because none of them were as close as the people inside the meeting room, nor would she have to meet any of them on a day to day basis.

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