Strip naked

Blushing furiously, and far too aware of the glass walls around Cat’s office, Kara obeyed. She undid her blouse, hesitating under Cat’s unblinking gaze.

Then, slowly, she shrugged it off, slipping her top off her shoulders. She held it in front of herself for a moment, covering her cleavage, before slowly dropping it.

Nervously she undid her bra; with that at least she could face away from the clear windows to Cat’s office, could avoid showing more to the rest of Catco for as long as possible. She dropped that too on top of her blouse, crossing her arms over her chest.

She looked at Cat pleadingly.

“And the rest,” Cat said impatiently. She rolled her eyes. “You can have them back at the end of the day. We’ll work up to you walking home, but for so long as you are in my building I expect you to get used to being naked.”

Kara bit back a whimper. Then, reluctantly, she had to lower her arms; she bent over in a futile attempt to hide herself as she reached to lower her skirt.

She straightened when she was just in her panties, vainly hoping Cat would show some mercy; she just raised an eyebrow. Blushing crimson, Kara pulled her panties down too and stepped out of them leaving herself in nothing and staring forwards.

Don’t turn around. The walls around Cat’s office were glass, easy to see through; if she didn’t turn she could pretend no one was looking at her, no one seeing her ass so exposed like this.

Cat sighed pityingly as Kara still tried to cover herself, an arm over her chest and a hand over her pussy, merely rolling her eyes as Kara bit her lip.

“You’re going to have to get used to this sooner or later,” Cat said. “You do know that?”

“it’s embarrassing!” Kara squeaked.

“Unbelievable,” Cat said. “All your power, and your greatest enemy is feeling a bit embarrassed. Come here.”

Kara hesitated, but afraid of what else Cat might make her do, she obeyed, stepping closer to where her boss was now standing in front of her desk.

“Let me make this easy for you,” Cat said. “Arms by your sides. Each time I see you trying to cover either those tits, or that cunt, I’m going to confiscate an item of clothing. If you want to walk home as naked as you are, keep it up, or if you want to get dressed then I suggest you listen to me.”

It took Kara a moment to properly register Cat’s words, too distracted by hearing her boss swear. Still, she quickly flushed and obeyed; she knew her boss wasn’t one to bluff.

She trembled slightly as she stood there, exposed to Cat’s eyes; Cat looked her up and down, her skin tingling wherever Cat looked, and her cheeks burning.

She’d always thought someone at her work finding out she was Kryptonian would be the worst thing that could happen, but even then she hadn’t imagined it leading to this. And would Cat seriously take away her clothes if she tried to cover herself?!

Kara whimpered, shivering on the spot.

“I really don’t know why you’re so insistent on modesty,” Cat said despairingly. “Turn around.”

“M-miss Grant?”

“Your scar,” Cat said, sighing. “I assume you don’t want everyone to be identifying you when you start being Supergirl again, so let me cover it.”

Right, she hadn’t been thinking, too distracted by-

No, wait, being Supergirl?! Being naked in the workplace, in front of all her colleagues, was humiliating enough, there was no way she’d expose herself to the city.

Squirming at just the thought, Kara turned around, and found herself facing the rest of the floor.

People were staring. Of course they were, she’d just stripped naked in Cat’s office, but they were pointing, talking to each other, all of them looking-

Kara squealed, instinctively moving her arms up, still red. Cat tutted, forcing her arms down.

“What did I just say?” Cat said. “That’s one item of clothing gone.”

Kara’s eyes widened, but chastened she stood there, let those eyes rake over her; meanwhile Cat rubbed some kind of concealer on her back. Kara knew she had some in her desk, meant for touch-ups before meetings.

“S-sorry Miss Grant,” Kara said. it was probably best to stay on Cat’s good side.

“Actions, not words Keira,” Cat said. She handed Kara her glasses back. “Now get back to your desk, you’ve got scheduling to do.”

Needing to constantly remind herself to keep her arms down, Kara walked out of her boss’s office, clad in only her shoes and glasses, unable to meet anyone’s eye.