Caught!

Your hand is still caught in her jacket, and you're unable to pull it out in time to avoid making a bit of a scene. You stumble from the sudden movement as you are pulled by your hand and find yourself quickly making your acquaintance with the floor. On your way down, you grab the only thing in front of you and hear something rip as you hit the floor.

You look up to see that you've brought Michelle to the floor with you and ripped her jacket in the process. It isn't ripped to shreds, but it is definitely ruined from the left arm not quite attaching anymore. After everything else that has happened today, you aren't the least bit surprised when she doesn't seem upset all about the inconvenience. Instead she takes a wistful look at it before tossing it in the nearest wastebasket and giving a nonchalant smile that says something along the lines of "no use crying over spilled milk."

Michelle bends down to pick up her papers and you are certain from the lack of indent on her skirt that she isn't wearing any underwear at all under it. Her tight ass looks quite nice...