Mr Robertson

“For God’s Sake woman! What are you wearing!?” Mr Robertson bellowed furiously. “This is a respectable law firm and here you are wearing next to nothing”. The sudden outburst echoed throughout the workspace, hearing the commotion heads started to pop up from the cubicles.

Rachels was utterly shocked, losing her ability to speak. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

“Stop gawking like a god damned chicken”

Mr Robertson grabbed Rachel wrist and dragged her through the workspace towards the meeting room. Rachel was beet red, nearly matching her now visible pubic hair. As he dragged her across the cubicles she heard her colleges snicker and laugh.

“Please stop” Rachel said with tears in her eyes as they approached the meeting room. “You clearly chose this attire yourself” Mr Robertson replied briskly. “Stand up straight girl! Hands at your sides”

Rachel reluctantly moved her hands which till now had covered her modesty. She heard cheers and camera shutters as her transparent lingerie clearly showed her well-trimmed pubic mound and erect nipples. Rachel felt her face flush even further, she wanted to melt through the floor.