Phone a friend

"We have a phone," the guard said. "You can call one of the guys at your firm, get him to come pick you up, bring a change of clothes for you."

"Really?" Karen said, before catching herself.

No, don't be grateful to them, it was their fault she was naked in the first place! Still, she couldn't deny her relief.

She held the documents in front of her still, awkwardly pivoting when the guard moved to avoid giving him any more of a view of her.

"Follow me," he said.

Because the phone being in this room was too easy... Karen flushed, but followed, ass still exposed behind her. Anything to get out of this situation...

And then she realised where they were going. He'd left through the opposite door, rather than the one that led to the cells, because of course he had, if they wouldn't let her wear panties near him they certainly wouldn't have anything like a phone near castle.

Karen squeaked as she was led out to the reception area; she faltered before turning into it, then took a deep breath, and ran the short distance to the receptionist's desk.

Oh god, there were other visitors! Cheeks crimson, she crouched down and prayed no one peered over the desk. Over her, meanwhile, the guard briefly explained Karen's humiliation to the woman sat there. As she continued to check in the other visitors, the woman gestured to where the landline was, on the desk just above the nervously crouching Karen.

Oh god. Fuck, she had to do this, if she didn't she'd be stuck here naked for so much longer.

Shaking from nerves, Karen awkwardly reached up. She'd hoped to pull the phone down, but instead found it secured in place. Of course it was; she swallowed, then shuffled forwards, needing to turn around to face the numberpad.

She kept as close to the desk as she could, hiding her pussy by facing it, and crouching enough that she prayed most of her ass was hidden; that just left one hand over her tits, one hand on the desk to keep her balance, and one very red face and barely covered chest in full view of the people that were queuing up.

Hand shaking, she hurried dialled, using the hand she was keeping her balance with. Crouching unaided was not easy. Still, thankfully she could remember the number of the Nelson and Murdock office.

She leant forwards, awkwardly grabbing the phone and swiftly retreating back under the desk, her cheeks flaming. She sat down, bare ass on the prison carpet, hugging her knees to her chest and whimpering as she waited.

It seemed to ring forever.

"Nelson and Murdock, how can we help?" Foggy's voice eventually came through the phone, and Karen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Foggy!" she said, squeaking slightly.

"Karen?" he said. "Any trouble with the case?"

"Not- exactly. Um, I need you to bring a change of clothes to the prison. I've got a spare dress under my desk, uh... Come quickly, please."

"What? Karen are you ok?" Foggy said.

"Fine!" she squeaked. "Just bring the dress, please!"

She normally kept the spare dress in case there were any important meetings she had to look professional for, and someone had spilt their coffee or some such on her. Just then she was praising her preparation.

Foggy agreed and hung up, leaving Karen to put the phone back. She shook her head when the guard offered to take her back to the room, refusing to run naked past the reception area again.

No. She'd just hide here, under the desk, knees hugged to her chest and blushing furiously.

Oh god, when would this be over?

She arranged the documents she had back into a semi-ordered group, before hugging them against her shins as she waited. After far, far too long:

"I'm here to see Karen Page," Foggy's voice came from above her. "I got a, uh, weird phone call, said she needed..."

Red-faced, Karen turned, peering her head over the desk and giving a brief glimpse of her bare shoulders. Foggy faltered as he saw her-

And then she lost her balance, having rushed the attempt to get up into a crouch, and despite her best efforts she toppled backwards, her tits bared for the frantic few seconds she tried to get her balance. For an instant, Foggy even glimpse her exposed pussy, before she got up onto her knees.

"Dress!" Karen whimpered, cheeks crimson. Wordless, Foggy handed it over; she didn't even worry about the fact any of the staff behind her could see her ass, or the fact she once more flashed her chest as she reached out for the dress, hurrying desperately to pull it down over her body.

Who'd have thought it would feel so good to be clothed again? Ok, she was still barefoot, but at least she was decent.

She stood up again, picking up the papers, and walked quickly around the desk. She refused to make eye contact with anyone.

"Karen?" Foggy said. "What happened?"

"I'll- tell you in the car," she said. Her blush wasn't fading.