Into a supply closet

"Come on!" Tandy said, **** to get away from the countless staring cops.

She took a few steps back, refusing to turn around, before she realised that for some inexplicable reason O'Reilly was hesitating. No, not hesitating; she seemed almost paralysed.

Of course, greatest fear, this had to somehow be even more mortifying for her than it was for Tandy. Frustrated, Tandy bared her tits for a second to reach out and grab O'Reilly's upper arm; she pulled and the detective suddenly started moving.

Flushing, Tandy backed out into the hallway; O'Reilly was a few steps behind her, though her position meant she was flashing her ass to the whole room.

"Where now?!" O'Reilly said, panicked.

"I don't know!" Tandy said. "You work here. Where can we hide?"

"Th-the supply closet!" O'Reilly said after a moment.

"Then lead the way," Tandy said.

O'Reilly nodded. She faltered again before she moved; once she was out of the way Tandy was again facing the office full of leering cops. She squealed slightly, and hurried after O'Reilly.

Of all the minds she had to get stuck in...

O'Reilly opened the door to a supply closet; thankfully it was empty. She went in first and Tandy darted in after her, flushing as a passing officer got a glimpse of her ass.

Tandy held the door shut, closing her eyes and trying desperately to catch her breath. Oh god, oh god-

She swallowed and turned around again, needing to use her hands to hold the door shut. She really didn't want any unexpected visitors. Because of that though, she was left unable to use her arms to cover herself, meaning the woman she was locked in the closet with was getting a far too up close view of Tandy's tits and her pussy.

O'Reilly meanwhile was still hunched, her arm having slipped slightly, though she didn't seem to have noticed that her tits were showing now too, despite her attempts to hide them.

She was whimpering. Tandy couldn't blame her; she yelped as someone tried to open the door.

"Closed for business!" Tandy shouted back.

She flushed red.

"Wh-what can we do?" O'Reilly said. "I-I don't- My clothes just vanished!"

"Have any spares?" Tandy said.

"N-not here," O'Reilly said. "Do you?"

"If I did, do you think I'd be in here?" Tandy said.

If this was anything like Ivan Hess, only things O'Reilly knew about would be included. She'd have to know clothes were somewhere for them to be accessible; Tandy's knowledge of the city was basically useless.

And hopefully getting O'Reilly dressed would wake Tandy up. Hopefully; that was just dumb guesswork and blind hope.

"Your apartment," Tandy said. "How far is it?"

O'Reilly yelped. "I'm not going outside!"

"You'd rather stay and get ogled some more by your coworkers?" Tandy said, blushing. "A car, you've got to have a car right? No one'll see."

"Y-yes, but..." O'Reilly flushed. "The keys are in my desk."

"Your desk," Tandy echoed. Then, slowly, "As in... where you just were?"

Eyes ****, O'Reilly nodded. There was no way Tandy could get her to go back to the office.

She could get them. If she wanted to go out and expose herself to the station again, which she really didn't. But she also didn't want to be stuck in this humiliating nightmare forever either.