Her undersized sports coat and sticky notes

“I know it’s not much but I do have my sports coat that maybe it can cover most of your breasts,” Tammy said offering it to her topless boss. “Also I was thinking we could try to use the sticky notes like pasties to at least cover your nipples.” She handed them to her boss, who tried to put them on her skin and saw that the stickiness did a good job of staying put. She then tried on Tammy’s sports jacket and saw that she could not close it but it did at least cover her tits. The downside was that it was very open and it looked cropped on her frame.

Marianne turned to Tammy and asked, “Tell me that this looks decent. Do you really not have any extra clothes for me?” She was clearly annoyed at her assistant for not keeping something here for emergencies like today. She tried walking around and noticed the skirt bounced a bit and as well as her boobs would swing out of coat. She tried holding the coat with her hands in the pocket and that at least solved that problem. She really couldn’t worry about the bottom exposing her bare pussy when walking since at least it was covered when standing still.

They heard Tammy’s phone ringing and Marianne watched the tiny thong and ass cheeks of her assistant leave the room. She adjusted her makeshift outfit and heard Tammy, “Line 1, ma’am.” She heard her phone begin to ring and was about to say something when the gruff voice spoke first.

“Where the hell are you? We were needing you down here 10 minutes ago,” said the voice of the old CEO that she was replacing for the first time today. “Get your ass down here pronto or I’ll give this job to someone who cares.” Click went the phone line and she practically ran out of the office to the elevator and selected the floor where the conference was being held. She got funny looks but she was wearing a sports jacket without a top and her skirt did have a slit. She prayed for the elevator to hurry up and finally it reached her floor she pushed her way through and got to the conference room where the CEO was waiting in his professional suit.

“What the hell took…you…” was all the old man could say as he looked at the new CEO Marianne and his jaw would have hit the floor if this was an old school cartoon.