Humiliating, but… somehow enjoyable?

Kara hastily sat down, glad to get to her desk, pulling her chair as close to it as she could. At least she could hide her pussy, not that she could do much about her tits.

She stared at her computer screen and tried to distract herself with it.

Go through emails, see where Cat was needed, fit it all into a spreadsheet…

“Kara!”

She squeaked slightly. Ever since coming to Earth she’d had to pick up the knack of being able to drown out sounds when she wanted to, usually the ones she picked up with her enhanced hearing.

So when she wanted to focus on something, she was pretty good at drowning everything out. She still felt the air fizzing against her skin, still felt the fabric of her seat against her bare ass and hips; that she couldn’t ignore. But she could ignore sounds, at least, and most of her sight beyond the computer screen.

Flustered, Kara straightened, instinctively sitting up when she realised someone was standing there. And- how long had they been there?!

She squeaked again before she remembered to cross her arms, moving them back from her keyboard to cover herself. Just so long as Cat didn't see...

She looked up to see James, a little concerned, standing by her desk.

“Um, hi,” she managed to say.

“Are you, uh…” unsurprisingly, James didn’t seem to know what to say.

Kara’s cheeks flamed; her eyes darted to the side. Everyone else on the floor was staring at her; she’d done her best not to look at them before, but now she couldn’t help it.

They were trying to work, alternately looking at their screens or papers, then glancing over to her as if constantly needing to verify that she was really undressed.

A slight sound escaped Kara’s lips, something that wasn’t quite a whimper. She felt an odd… something between her legs.

“Y-yeah,” Kara said. “Um, Miss Grant’s orders.”

Rao, there was that thrill again when she said it. Kara squeezed her legs together.

“She what?!” James said. “Kara, she can’t-”

He turned to march into her office; Kara quickly reached out to stop him, grabbing his wrist, and by doing so leaning forwards and flashing her boobs.

“James, don’t!” Kara said. “it’s- it’s… complicated.”

He turned back around, far from mollified, but slowing. After the initial moment passed he was at least hesitating.

There wasn’t much he could do. Cat had the authority to completely ignore him, and even if he threatened legal action, Catco’s army of lawyers could probably manage to dismiss even that.

“She knows,” Kara said quickly, voice low.

James knew who she was; he knew her cousin after all, of course he knew she was Supergirl.

That made him hesitate; Kara gratefully withdrew her hand, covering her chest again.

“Talk after work?” Kara said, cheeks red. “it’s, uh…”

“R-right,” James said quickly.

He nodded, moving away with considerably more tact than the others that worked on that floor.

Before she looked back at her screen, Kara found herself looking around her colleagues, squirming a little in her chair. It didn’t feel the same as before.

Wait, was she-

Kara flushed a little more, praying people put that flush down to embarrassment. No, no she couldn’t really be-

The mental image of Cat ordering her to strip played in her mind again, and she whimpered again.

Blushing furiously, Kara quickly turned her attention back to her computer. N-no, focus on work, not on the fact she was naked, not on how humiliating it felt, not on how… good it felt.

Rao. She wriggled in her chair. It was so hard to focus though like this. Maybe she should go back, ask Cat for mercy, point out how important productivity was…

Or maybe, uh, test things. If it really did feel good to be… Maybe she should double check, and hopefully prove herself wrong.

She couldn’t really be enjoying this, could she? Kara felt herself redden further at the thought, and felt a reaction lower down she really didn’t want to think about.