It shouldn't be too bad...

The elevator doors opened up, Krystal peering out cautiously at the floor she was on. It looked like office work, typical layout with the office floor in the centre, regular workers on their computers in cubicles, with proper offices around the back and sides. The style of this place was in keeping with downstairs, somewhat more practically minded, of course, but that meant it was rather open up, cubicles were just about at head height when sitting, almost a little shorter...to make matters worse every single workstation faced towards this elevator, making matters even worse it seemed the elevator area was raised by three steps. This meant that Krystal's nude body was practically on a stage...and this office was her audience.

Stepping out of the elevator, Krystal took a look around, checking the office numbers on the packages, looking up at very helpful signs on the ceiling. It was incredibly hard to keep focussed though, she was a near totally nude woman, in a pretty much stark white environment, with an untold number of eyes looking her over. Outside a handful of other factors she'd want to throw in, this was more or less the perfect environment to make her horny as hell, with the sweat she was building up she feared that she was well on the way to.

"O-office...69..." Krystal mumbled to herself, blushing at the unfortunate number, before looking to the ceiling, spotting the sign for offices 60 to 70. She had her destination, or vague direction depending on how helpful these signs really were...but convincing herself to move took some effort, she could just stay there, being watched, that'd be nice. Casually glancing over her audience, biting her lip as she caught people looking away as she met their eyes, there was something rather odd she'd began to notice, especially not with such a massive sample size.

Where were all the women?

This rabbit hole of thought was enough to get her refocussed, shaking her head as she walked on, running the thought over again. Most of the people she saw on the office floor were men, she thought to herself as she skirted the edge, following the handy signs. There were women just hardly in the same numbers...could just be a male dominated company, that happens sometimes through sheer math and ratios...it could also be sexist hiring practises. That was the theory that got her nethers churning, she was a nude woman, delivering mail, to a sexist workplace.

Turning a corner into a corridor, the walls made up of doors and glass windows, no doubt the offices proper, she gave her theory more thought "That'd explain the asshole in the elevator..." Krystal muttered, passing a female intern who just stared at the nude woman in shock as she casually walked by "...and the guy downstairs, they could just be isolated though" A shrug of nude shoulders as she wondered exactly what kind of person she was delivering these packages to.

They could be just some boring office worker, who'd freeze up the moment they say her, thanking her for the mail and fumbling around as she asked for their signature.

Or they could even be some suave businessman, who'd try and flirt with her, offer her coffee and generally treat her like eye candy, causing her to stay around far later than she intended.

There was even the possibility that they'd be offended by her nudity, call her out on it, insult her, **** her, make a scene of it, employees coming to investigate, to see what's going on, to see this naked slut standing in their boss's office...

Imagining those scenes had Krystal worked up, worked up to the point that she'd found herself a blindspot in the corridor near office 69, her hand between her legs as she made not to relieve herself of her horniness, but work herself up. Aroused on her own terms unlike a massively slow burn, she didn't look as big of a mess as her previous accidents...but even considering that she was totally nude she was barely decent, she had an aura about her, be it her body language or her facial expression...or even the vague scent of her, you'd tell she was in heat if you were talking to her.

"Okay Krystal...time to get yourself in trouble..." She said under her breath, heading toward office 69, knocking the door and awaiting an answer. That tiny voice in her head trying to tell her that she's going off the rails and making a massive mistake with this little lapse in control.