Risk it, she needs to get to the shirt.

“It’s now or never.” Bree steels herself, she had no idea what time it is or how much longer she has left, so a quickly and quietly as she can, she trots over and gets down one the ground. In her excitement at the start she seems to have pushed them a little further than anticipated, having to crawl flat on her stomach to reach the shoes.

“Now this would be one heck of a position to be caught in.” Thought Bree, bare ass and legs sticking out from under a set of chairs right outside Mr. Weatherby’s office. “It’s like I’m asking to get caught.” Giggled Bree.

Fortunately for Bree she was able to get out from under the chairs before Mr. Weatherby decided to resume his hunt, but only just, for as she was about to turn to scamper back down the hall, the door began to open.

Seeing nowhere else to hid, Bree squeezed between the now opening door and wall, hopping he would not look as he closed the door and notice her standing there.

“Let’s go see if I can find my little naked vixen running around before she’s got a chance to find anymore clothes, be a shame to hide such a cute little form.” Chuckled Mr. Weatherby as he left his office, pushing the door shut behind him.