Flee

Ashley turned for the door. She clamped one hand over her ass crack as she ran for the door and reached for the handle. The laughter behind her cut like knives. To make things worse, she fumbled with the door handle for what seemed like an eternity before opening the door and running out.

Ashly ran as fast as she could to her office. She passed a few lower level employees who looked at her in shock. She reached her office then remembered there were security cameras in the hallway as she saw one. She ran into her office, slammed the door, and locked it. She was feeling very hot and knew her face and chest had to be beet red. She felt humiliated and it was like she could still hear the laughter.

She walked to her desk and saw a strange site. Her skirt was folded up neatly and laid on her chair and her white lace panties were folded and placed on top of her skirt. She had no memory of how they got there.