Reluctantly

"R...right here?" Diane asked nervously.

"What, you wanna strip in the bathroom? You're going to be out here naked regardless." Emma replied snarkily, rolling her eyes at the younger girl's pitiful attempt at delaying this. She could see Diane looking around nervously, arms crossed over her bust, biting her plump lips.

"Oh fine, for the love of God, but we're going now!" Emma snapped, deciding to humor the younger woman.

Diane was surprised at Emma's action of pity, but didn't have time to dwell on it too long as she felt Emma violently tugging he arm towards the double doors at the end of the office, leading out to the elevator lobby and bathrooms. Diane tried to protest and pull her arm away, but Emma was strong, especially for someone as petite as she was. Emma dragged Diane all the way into women's bathroom, the two of them realising that they're no longer alone.

"Oh, hi girls! Fancy seeing you two here." The last of the three employees left on that floor greeted her co-workers cheerily, rinsing off her hands in the sink "Sorry for being a little late, can never be too careful with washing your hands these days!"

"Don't worry about it Helen, Diane was just rectifying her violations of the dress code..." Emma finally let go of Diane's arm, staring down the goth expectantly. Diane's heart was thumping in her chest, now Helen was here too and that made her even more nervous.

"Oh I heard about that! What are the chances that you happened to be named Diane Brown?"

Diane... didn't know if Helen was joking or not... and seriously, had the updated dress code been emailed out or something?

"Emma, can't we talk abou..."

"No Diane, you're not getting out of this, do you want to be suspended!" Diane shook her head quickly at Emma's words, her face growing redder, "Then strip, before the offending items are forcibly removed."

Diane practically squeaked at that threat, hurriedly kicking off her flame pattern sneakers. Stripping was bad enough but being stripped? Just the thought gave her butterflies in her tummy. Diane rolled her socks off her feet, stuffing them into her shoes, before looking back up to Emma who had a wicked grin on her face as she watched the goth, and Helen who was drying off her hands.

"Pants next, then the top."

Diane froze at the shorter brunette's orders. She was making a real show out of this, and it, making the pale girl's face blush even deeper. With wobbly hands she reached for her high waisted pants, her thumbs hooking in the waistband of the soft material, as Diane took a deep breath, her hands sliding the pants down her legs, as pale milky white as her face (had she not been blushing furiously), exposing a pair of black and white Jack Skellington panties. She heard a chuckle from Emma before her pants continued their decent, pooling at her ankles, the goth stepping out of them completely, and looking back up at her temporary boss/tormentor, eyes pleading for some sort of mercy. Only for the brunette to make a keep going motion with her hand, sealing Diane to her embarrassing fate.

"Well, I'm gonna go get started on some files, see you girls in there!" Helen had finished washing and drying her hands, making her way towards the bathroom door. Helen hadn't seemed to be paying attention to Diane this entire time, something the raven-haired goth was insanely thankful for, but still having one less person looking at her while she was stripping was sure to make it easier for her. Emma turned to her co-worker, innocence (very poorly) faked on her face.

"Oh, but Helen I need someone here with me to help supervise. Code of conduct dictates there must be an impartial third-party present when correcting workplace violations." Emma seemed to say that too confidently for Diane's liking. Helen turned back, blonde ponytail whipping around, her face clearly in thought.

A few seconds passed before she finally came out with "You're right, section 4, subsection 14. Sorry Diane..."

Diane let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding. Helen's disturbingly astute attention to detail on the code of conduct answered her question on how she already knew about the dress code change, but Diane was still mortified that she was about to be completely in her underwear in front of two of her co-workers. Reaching for the hem of her top, she slowly pulled it up, exposing her midriff before coming to the bottom of her breasts. Rather embarrassingly, she had to pull the top forward slightly to get it past her bra, her ample breasts coming into view beneath a matching black and white bra, pulling her top over her head, dropping it down on the floor.

"What are you thinking with these ridiculous things..." Emma was muttering, the half-naked Diane looking up to see Emma had grabbed her shoes from the floor, looking at the flame pattern on the side, "Oh don't stop on my account. Panties next, I want to save those jugs for last."

Diane swallowed stiffly, barely hearing Helens retort of "Don't be so crude Emma." As her hands rubbed her trembling legs. Taking off her underwear? That was all too much. Every area of her body was heating up at the thought.

"Emma can't I just..."

"Diane, one more word and your underwear's getting ripped off!"

Diane frantically whimpered out 'ok ok ok!', hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, jaw clenched and her entire body shaking slightly, in one swift motion, pulling her underwear down her legs, raising one leg, then the other to step out of them, holding the little piece of cotton over her now exposed pussy, eyes shut tightly as her face absolutely burned with shame. It was only when the goth heard Emma clear her throat, looking expectantly at where her hands were over her crotch, that Diane finally dropped her panties on top of the rest of her clothes.

"Huh, wouldn't have pegged you as naturally that dark haired..." Emma's eyes were locked right between Diane's legs, the goth's hands going to cover her trimmed bush and exposed pussy. Now standing in front of two of her co-workers in nothing but a bra, the raven haired girl could feel herself shaking, her legs trembling, as she looked down at her bare feet in shame, hoping, praying that Emma would stop here, proclaim this all to be a joke, and let her get dressed. But the evil smirk on Emma's face told her that was in fact, not what was going to happen.

Diane reached behind her back, arms going to the clasp of her bra, her only remaining piece of clothing. Diane's nervous fingers fiddled with the hook, her legs rubbing together nervously as she was about to expose her large breasts to two people she worked with every day.

"Wow, taking the bra off without being asked! That's the spirit!" Diane cringed at Emma's comment, not having realised she was about to strip willingly without being directly ordered to, "Don't stop on my account, that bra's obviously stuffed anyways, it'll be nice to 'get it off your chest!'"

Emma laughed at her own crude joke, while Helen shook her head disapprovingly. Diane's trembling hands shakily unhooked her bra, briefly considering holding the cups to her chest to prolong her short time left with clothing, but as she noticed an eyebrow on Emma's forehead raise, she decided to just go for it, throwing the straps off her shoulders, throwing her sole garment on the floor along with the rest of her discarded clothes.

"Holy shit they're real!" Emma exclaimed, sounding half in disbelief, half delighted. Diane's arms shot to cover herself, both arms doing their best to cover her ample boobs, feeling her nipples hardening in the cool air, shifting nervously from foot to foot on the cold tile flooring of the ladies room.

"I was convinced you were padding! I owe Kate five bucks..." Emma remarked, looking Diane up and down, even walking over to get a peek at the goth girl's pale ass "At least your butt's smaller than mine..." Emma crossed her arms over her chest, walking back around to the pile of clothing in front of her bare buxom co-worker, reaching down, and gathering them in her arms

"So, time to get back to work?" Helen asked happily, turning to Emma. The brunette nodded, turning back to her naked co-worker, a victorious grin on her face

"Yes, it is, come on Diane. We've got a lot of work to do..."