Rachel strikes!

The moment Becky drew the changing booth curtain shut Rachel struck. She lunged at Becky, grasping her belt and pulling the clasp undone.

"What are you doing?!" Becky squealed as Rachel grasped the waistband of her jeans. She tugged down. The jeans were tight and hard to pull down, but Rachel was angry, strong and determined. The clasp snapped as they fell to Becky's knees. This exposed Becky's shaping panties as she gasped.

"Get away!!" She cried.

"Quiet, unless you want your coworker's seeing you... like this!"

Rachel grabbed Becky's black tank top and pulled it up over Becky's head. Becky was near hysterics, stripped to her underwear in just a couple seconds. She struggled to stay standing, knees locked together by her jeans holding them in place.

"Stop it you bitch!" Becky whispered harshly, now fearing being seen as Rachel threatened. She grabbed at the jeans to pull them up...