It is. But the day's just begun.

"Hmm, fine I suppose this is satisfactory. I left some case files on your desk and emailed you the details." Diane put down the spray bottle and cloth, relieved that she could finally sit down at her desk where she could get some extra cover, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, feeling and accumulation of sweat, both hands returning to covering her breasts and pussy.

"Come on, that's an important file on your desk, get a move on!" Emma once again gave a smack to Diane's round ass, prompting the raven-haired girl to move faster on her bare feet, back to her desk where she quickly spun around her seat, seeing that Emma had also taken her jacket from the back of her chair, not even noticing how Helen next to her was currently eye level with the dark curls of her crotch, the blonde not even seeming to pay it any mind. Diane sat down on her chair, the fabric an unfamiliar feeling against her bare ass, Diane jumping slightly at the feeling, blushing as both Helen and Emma turned to give her a look.

Diane quickly got to work on the file, eager for any distraction from her current state of dress. A task which was becoming harder and harder as she could feel every breeze against her body, every move of her feet against the carpet, and every slide of her ass against the chair. her arms still cupping her breasts were making her not very productive on the case file. Diane's body was heating up, and despite her best efforts of trying to ignore it, it was very obvious what was happening to her body, even though she didn't like the answer. Diane was trying her hardest to focus on the file in front of her, but after only 15 minutes her constant shifting and fidgeting had become obvious to both Helen and Emma, the later having approached her, sitting on her desk.

"You feeling okay Diane? You're a little flushed..."

"I'm having an unexpected problem" Diane kept her voice low, arms still cupping her perky breasts as she addressed her two female co-workers.

"A bigger problem than being bare ass naked in work?"

"I'm on fire" Diane whispered through gritted teeth; face flushed though her cheeks a seemingly eternal crimson. Diane was stiff as a board, back straight and bare thighs slammed together as if in a **** grip, her bare toes curling in the carpeted floor.

"It's not that hot in here..." Helen's look was of genuine concern, hand going to the goth beauty's forehead, feeling just how much sweat had built up the past few hours.

"Not sure that's what she means Helen." Emma snickered from her place perched on Diane's desk, noting how the younger girls' static and focused expression seemed to turn to one of shame and humiliation, refusing to meet the brunette's eyes, "I can smell tuna from all the way over here."

Diane cringed at the implications of her temporary bosses' words. It was one thing feeling the heat her body was producing, specifically between her legs, but to have it pointed out in such a straightforward manor, she felt her humiliation skyrocket. Emma backed up her humiliating comment by sniffing near the goth, making her arms instinctively go to cover her hairy snatch, feeling the heat radiating off it even more.

"Can't focus on that file?" Emma's concern seemed genuine for the first time today, and Diane was shocked. Was she going to show some mercy? Give her some clothes back? "That's okay, I'll handle that after I finish shredding some documents." With that Emma, got off her desk, moving around the back of the naked girl's chair, but still a little too close for comfort, as the brunette reached over her bare shoulder to grab the file spewed across her desk. Still Diane felt a little bit of relief, Emma seemed to finally be throwing her a bone.

"While I do it though, I need you to run an errand for me..." There it is, Diane knew Emma wouldn't back down that easily. Still, if it meant getting away from her and Helen seeing her for a little bit, Diane was all for it. Not that she could let Emma know she was thankful for that...

"That... seems fair... What do I need to do?" Diane asked, choosing her words carefully. Emma probably just wanted her to look through the file cabinets for something, which she could hopefully do while out of sight of her two co-workers. Though that mischievous grin retuned to Emma's face as soon as Diane had finished speaking.