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You blink a few times. You see Mr. Carter taking a photo of you with his phone, but you can't seem to find anything wrong with that.

"Look," you say, "you could be in a lot of trouble if this goes to court. If we settle outside of court, it'll cost you quite a bit, but you'll be saved the shame of a public trial."

Mr. Carter puts his phone away. "Tell ya what," he says. "If you can get your clients here after hours, say six o'clock, I'm sure we can work something out. Do whatever it takes to get them here, though."

"Oh, of course," you say, surprising yourself with the enthusiasm of your response. You really do want to get this resolved. You stand up and extend a hand towards Mr. Carter.

Mr. Carter stands up and shakes your hand. He bows and leaves.

You arrange your papers and glance at the seat next to you. There are a bra and blouse in the chair. You ignore them. You take your blazer, which you don't remember removing, from the back of your chair and drape it over your arm. You put your papers in your satchel and leave the conference room.

As you walk down the hall to your office, you see the secretaries outside the lawyers' offices staring at you with mouths agape. One of them says something to you, but you ignore her.

Jim Maxwell, one of the firm's senior partners, sees you as he comes out of his office, and freezes. His eyes grow wide. "Miss Mailer, why are you topless?!"

You look down and realize he is right. You are completely topless. "Oh my god!" you scream as you clasp your blazer over your chest and run into your office. You slam the door behind you and lean against the door. Your chest is heaving as you breathe heavily. You feel warm. "What the fuck?" you mumble.

You walk to your desk and sit down. As you do, your phone lights up with a call from your assistant. You sigh in relief as you press the intercom button. "Yes?"

"Miss Mailer," says James, your assistant. "Can I, um, get you anything?"

"Go to conference room B," you say, "there should be a blouse and bra in there."

"Yes, ma'am," says James.

You sit back in your chair, and wonder how you managed to walk down the halls of the office topless. As you do, you can feel yourself start to get aroused. "What the fuck?" you mutter, shaking your head. "What's wrong with me? Snap out of it!" you continue saying to yourself, but the more you think about being topless in public, and people seeing your bare tits, the hornier you get. You somehow know this is all your fault. There is no one to blame but yourself. You close your eyes and try to calm down.

A moment later, there's a knock on the door. The door opens a little bit, and James slides in.

You look up. When you see your young assistant, you suddenly realize you've hiked your skirt up to your waist, spread your legs, put your feet on your desk, and are rubbing your pussy through your panties with one hand, massaging a tit with the other. You gasp and push your chair back as fast as you can, dropping your legs and throwing your arms to your sides. "Just drop the clothes and leave!" you manage to stammer, face turning red.

James is speechless. His mouth gropes for something to say, but you can tell from where his eyes are looking that he'd rather be groping something else. He drops your bra and blouse on the floor and closes the door as fast as he can.

"Get a grip, Laura!" you say to yourself.