Her Jeans Are Gone

Megan quietly pulled open the Storeroom door, glancing out into the bookshop. There was no sign of anyone in there, hopefully it was just a false alarm, maybe she had been hearing things.

Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the room into the shop proper, once again feeling slightly ridiculous to be walking around the bookshop with her underwear on display. For some reason the feeling of her socks slipping on the tiled floor seemed even more ridiculous. At least she only had a few more seconds to worry about it.

Or so she thought. Fear began to well up inside her as she reached the spot she thought she had left her jeans, but there was no sign. She darted around a couple of the stands, searching the floor, but they were completely gone.

She felt the blood drain from her face as she slowly turned her head towards the front door of the store. Had someone actually come in? If they had, had they found her jeans and trainers and taken them away? Even worse, were they still here?

As that thought entered her mind, she quickly ducked down behind the closest bookshelf, unable to resist a glance at her bare thighs as she huddled there, an unfortunate reminder of how exposed she was.