Mr. Jackson Returns

Emily tried to remain completely silent as the door to Mr. Jackson's office burst open.

"For the last time, the uniform is mandatory, Sharon!" Mr. Jackson yelled. Clearly he'd been having an argument on his way back into the office. "For fuck's sake it's just a fucking t-shirt, too! How hard is it to just wear the Adventureland shirt, Sharon?"

"And I'm telling YOU for the last time," an angry woman's voice shouted back, "that someone STOLE my shirt out of the locker room!"

That struck an empathetic chord for Emily. She'd had clothing stolen before, and it always caused her quite a bit of trouble. She hoped that whoever stole this poor woman's shirt got some form of justice.

"That may be all well and good," Mr. Jackson shouted, "but, once again I must tell you that I DO NOT KEEP EXTRA UNIFORMS IN HERE!"

"Bullshit! Everyone knows you keep stashes of company property in here, to do... whatever it is you do to them..." she trailed off with a disgusted sound.

"I! I! I have no idea what you could possibly mean!" Mr. Jackson sputtered out. "Th-the only things in here now are some cups and a few stuffed prizes. No clothes whatsoever!"

"Uh huh," Sharon said, clearly not believing him. "Then you won't mind if I look around for any spare uniforms you might have missed!"

"By all means!" Alan haughtily proclaimed. His eyes once again darted over to his desk, confirming that his laptop was indeed shut. "I've got nothing to hide!"

Emily, who had been trying to be as silent as humanly possible, suddenly felt her heart racing as the woman's footsteps approached the boxes she was hiding behind. The woman was still angrily muttering to herself as she rummaged through the cups, then the giraffes. Emily held her breath, still clutching the giraffe to her chest.

"Maybe you keep 'em niiice and tucked away," she said aloud.

And, to Emily's utter horror, she saw the woman's hand reach beyond the box to the small gap behind it. The hand began blindly feeling around, slowly making its way closer and closer to Emily! She couldn't let herself be found like this! What would Mr. Jackson think of her, hiding out in his office without any pants on?! How on earth could she explain that. Emily needed to do whatever it took to remain undetected. In the split second she had, Emily acted on the only option she could think of. If this woman wanted an Adventureland shirt, then she'd get an Adventureland shirt.

Emily whipped her shirt off in record time and gingerly held it out towards the groping hand. A moment later, the woman's fingers closed around the garment, and she yelled triumphantly.

"A-HA! I knew you had stuff squirreled away in here. You're probably the one who stole it yourself, you big ol-"

"ExCUSE me!" Alan shouted. "That is quite enough! I am still your boss, let me remind you! Any more talk like that and you'll be sorry!"

"Whatever," the woman said as Emily heard footsteps leaving the room.

"Th-that's right! You've got a uniform so get back to work!" he impotently shouted to the departing woman. "...Fucking cow," he muttered quietly a few moments later.

Alan sighed wistfully as he sat back at his desk. If only all his female employees could be as gorgeous as his wonderful new hire. He certainly wouldn't have minded her coming to him complaining about missing her shirt.

He pictured the curvy blonde girl shyly approaching him, arms demurely crossed in front of her sexy red lace bra, utterly **** for his help. She had no idea how, but someone had stolen her shirt! And was there any way he could maybe help her get another one to wear? Of course it was fine if the shirt was even smaller than the first one he'd given her. She could manage to just barely squeeze into it if she took off her bra first...

As Mr. Jackson's imagination began running wild again, Emily was desperately trying to think of a way out of her ever-worsening predicament. She was now trapped hiding in her boss's office, wearing nothing but some little red panties! What would he think of her if he discovered her here like this?! Surely he'd be so very disappointed to find her in such a shameful state! Emily clutched the stuffed giraffe to her now bare breasts as her heart pounded in her chest. Should she just wait for Mr. Jackson to leave? Surely he was a busy man, with plenty of things to go attend to. Probably any minute now he would get up and leave the office.

But Emily became less certain as she heard the tell-tale sounds of a laptop opening and someone typing away on the keyboard.