Get a change of clothes from her secretary

Lena sat in her chair, hands on the table, try to focus and regain her breath. The sudden bout of sprinting had been tiring, and the whole ordeal thoroughly humiliating.

Stop. Swallow. Focus.

She reached for a button on her desk, calling her secretary, Jess’s, desk.

“Miss Luthor?” Jess’s voice came through.

She sounded faintly confused. Lena flushed; fuck, Jess had seen her run too.

“Could- could you bring a change of clothes to my office?” Lena said.

“Right away, Miss Luthor,” Jess said.

She’d tried to make it sound like this was just some everyday occurrence, a minor irritation; Lena didn’t feel as though she’d succeeded.

Lena slumped, for a moment not even trying to cover herself. She was alone thankfully, no one would enter her office without knocking.

She watched the door, content to see it firmly shut.

And then there was a crash, a burst of light, and her door’s hinges melted through and gave way. Lena didn’t notice the new holes in the window behind her, shocked and transfixed by the sudden sound and sight of the door to her office falling down.

And then, for a long second, all the eyes of the people that worked outside her office were on her, and on her tits visible over the desk.

Lena shrieked, bright red, and ducked down; at least her desk would offer some cover-

Or not. She shrieked again as she remembered the design she had; a more modern, slightly futuristic style, all sleep curves, and also O-shaped, a hole right where she was crouching that would have shown everyone her bare legs and pussy, and that now still showed them her chest.

She scrambled, ducking to the side. The one advantage of this design, at least, was that the ‘legs’ were thicker. It might not be quite enough to totally hide behind, but with her back to it, legs drawn to her chest, if she drew inwards nothing private was visible.

Just a tantalising glimpse down the side of her body, pale exposed skin to remind all her employees that their boss was naked in her office.

Fuck.

“Miss Luthor?” Jess said from the doorway.

Finally; Lena breathed a sigh of relief. She lifted her hand up over the desk to wave, without showing any more of her body.

“J-just throw it over,” Lena said, praying this nightmare would be over.

There was a rustle, and Lena saw one of her dresses land on the ground in front of her. She always had spares, in case she spilt a drink or something but needed to look professional.

Then, before she could grab it, it started smoking. Lena hastily tried to tug it away, but a flash of light later and it was just charred ash.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, really?! She couldn’t even get a change of clothes?!

Then she heard a slight scream. Uncertain, Lena turned, pressing herself to the desk and peeking over with just her head, hoping the rest of her body stayed concealed.

The noise was from Jess as she hurried out of the office, her own top in tatters, arms sliced through by the unknown **** and her bra exposed.

And now anyone that tried to help her was being punished too. Lena slumped, back down behind the desk. At least she could hide her face.

And then she had a horrible thought; if the cause of all this was so intent on humiliating her that it wouldn’t let her change, wouldn’t let anyone help her without being punished somewhat themselves, would it really let her just crouch behind the desk and hope no one saw?

Lena quickly wiped a scared tear away at the thought.