Her skirt goes up again

Lena jumped, her skirt rolling up again and bunching up, suddenly displaying her bare cunt to the journalists and their cameras.

“N-no, stop!” Lena said, waving one hand at the photographers in a vain effort to try to stop them, using the other to try and cover her pussy. Quickly she withdrew her first hand, trying to shimmy her skirt back down.

What was…

“M-moving on back to the topic,” Lena said. “If we can please calm down. There’s the L-Corp R&D, substantially reduced from…”

She tried to steady her voice, but couldn’t quite stop her legs from shaking. Fuck, she wanted to improve the image of her company and she couldn’t do that when photos of her cunt were going to end up everywhere.

She’d barely gotten started on the second topic when her skirt went up again. Lena flushed, trying to lower it again-

There was another gust of wind, and Lena squealed as she swore she felt someone spank her. She twirled on the spot as soon as her skirt was down; nothing and no one was there. She should have expected as much.

And then her skirt was yanked up again, this time exposing her pale ass.

“No, no…” Lena muttered to herself.

Hastily she pushed her skirt back down, holding it there, arms pressed to her sides tightly. Now it was almost impossible to move it; at least she hoped so.

She turned back, facing the crowd, not feeling particularly dignified in her slightly awkward pose, but at least it was better than constantly flashing them.

“Ok,” Lena said, clearing her throat. “As I was saying. We’re putting less into it than Lex, but the projects we are developing are much more-”

A rush of wind, and suddenly her blouse was undone. Quickly Lena moved a hand to try and close her blouse, and her skirt was immediately pulled down around her ankles.

A sob of frustration escaped Lena’s lips.

No matter what she tried, something seemed intent on stripping her. Any attempt to protect her modesty failed.

Cheeks coloured, Lena hastily did one button midway up her blouse in a vague attempt to hide her bra, before kneeling, hastily pulling her skirt back to a more decent position.

She took a moment to catch her breath.

“Ok,” Lena said. “One more try. Whatever’s going on, I’m calling off this press conference if it keeps going on. I will not stand here and humiliate myself.”

She closed her eyes, steadied herself. Quickly she did her blouse up again, trying to forget about her lack of panties and what they’d already seen.