Out

Jaycee is getting the hell out of dodge. She does not care that she is naked, or in public, or that her keys, wallet, and phone still sit in a forgotten drawer of her desk. The R-rated HR rep storms out of the office, jets to the stairwell, plows down three flights, and rushes through the building lobby, all with one arm pressed across her bouncing girls and the opposing hand widely spread over her neatly shaven pussy. She is **** to reach her parked car in spite of the fact that she has no keys; her panicked brain associates her modest sedan with privacy and safety.

In her first stroke of good fortune all day, nobody new sees Jaycee during her mad dash. Every worker in the building sits slaving at their post, pushing papers or drafting e-mails, blissfully unaware of the **** streaker in their midst. The mortified girl bursts through the building's front door and sprints through the parking lot, not stopping until she is crouched between the front of her car and the back bumper of another auto.

Once hidden in a cramped cocoon of decency, the bare naked lady struggles to collect her rapidly escalating thoughts.

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, OHYMGOD! I'M NAKED! AT WORK! EVERYONE SAW ME!!!!!!! I HAVE NO CLOTHES!!!!!!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO!?!?!?!?!?!? EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

The first tear is rolling down Jaycee's adorable cheek when she hears a motor. A new car turning into the parking lot. The nude and lewd twenty-two year old turns her head subtly, or just enough to see the vehicle turn into a vacant spot to her left.

The car parks and a woman steps out. She is not much to look at, middle-aged and a little pudgy, but is professionally dressed. Clearly an office worker arriving to work late from some sort of outside commitment.

Jaycee knows she must act fast. She can either approach the woman, explain her situation, and beg for some sort of coverage or assistance, or stay hidden until a safer situation presents itself.

The late arrival is walking purposefully toward her work. The clock is ticking.