To a Degree

Things went William’s way, perhaps a bit less Kara’s way. As the Dreams program started removing the fake people and the fireworks began to fade, clothing reappeared. Kara could feel her shirt on her skin once more and relaxed, Rojas fine black dress reassembled on her skin before the CEO knew anything had been amiss. However Rojas did notice something wasn’t quite right for Kara as she could see white panties flopping over Kara’s left shoulder, the brunette was amused and not entirely surprised at the choice colour of her prize winning journalist knickers.

As Andrea strode over, what she failed to notice was that things hadn’t quite reconfigured properly for her, the dress was back on but her right breast was hanging out of her dress, gently jiggling with each proud step, one pink nipple rising and falling with each movement. It took all of William’s inner reserve not to gawk at either of the two sights and was relieved his boss took early control.

“Bar one inadvertent bikini moment, that went well. A lot to do, tweaking speech, last minute publicity drive, get the device fully fixed. Speaking of which...”

Rojas gently pulled at Kara’s new shoulder-wear and quickly pressed the fabric into Kara’s surprisingly strong hand, trying to be discreet. It seemed to take a moment for Kara’s brain to twig what was going on as her fingers questioningly felt the fabric balled up in her hand, Kara’s face grew redder and she had to fight the urge to check beneath her skirt. Her legs drew together under her skirt and not daring to look William in the face, she tucked her rolled up knickers under her cardigan like a hanky.

Andrea was not, after her initial amusement, unsympathetic to Kara’s embarrassment, after all she had gone through it themselves.

“This is bad enough between us friends, that Kara and I have had our intimates exposed like this. If this happens to one of our guests or staff, we may get sued and the publicity will be about the incident. If it happens to me again, I know a few editors and writers who would use it to take a shot at CatCo as well as myself. Let alone the thought of pictures of my underwear getting out in public...”

Andrea shuddered which, the struggling William couldn’t help but notice had a rather enjoyable effect on her exposed, jiggling breast. Andrea pushed on, unaware of the unusual view being offered to her subordinates

“I need to know if, bar the mishap, the speech went well, that the presentation is good and that you think this will work?”

Kara was still flustered and seemed to want to say something but was struggling to speak up for the moment, William spoke up though Andrea noticed he was avoiding look her directly in the eye.

“It is a good presentation, shows all you… everything the device can do without going overboard, enough for the tech, the journalists and the casual fans to take something away from that.”

William put a hand on Kara’s shoulder and his eyes turned to meet Rojas eyes firmly, managing to avoid his gaze straying any lower then the shoulder.

“You need to be free to tweak the speech and have little time so we should divide the tasks. As your edit, let me build up the publicity, I know who to target and having seen the show, I can tweak to ensure the appeal gets to as many many people as possible so they come and see the show. Kara can run down to the tech department and get them to fix the problems discreetly.”

Kara nodded and spoke up

“I don’t want this happening to anyone, I want the focus to be on you and Collective Dreams. I don’t want anyone to know what happened so I’ll be discreet at the problems but ensure clothing is not the thing that disappears if we kept pushed to capacity. However there is something you should know Miss Rojas before the program closes...”

Kara took a hesitant step forward and after plucking up courage, whispered in Andrea’s ear. Andrea’s widening eyes looked down and saw pale flesh peeking out where it shouldn’t, the last thing William heard as the device begin to eject the three was the scream of his boss, the last thing he saw was her reddening face, her panicked eyes and the fumbling scramble, hampered by her panicked desperation, to return her tit to her top.