Rebecca Wins and Polly Loses

The dice clattered across the breakroom table, spinning wildly before settling—four for Linda, three for Polly, five for Rebecca. A slow, predatory smile spread across Rebecca’s lips as she scooped them up, her fingers lingering just a second too long on the cool plastic.

Rebecca’s grin widened as she turned her gaze to Polly. "Looks like you lost again, sweetheart."

She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "Now, it's time for you to pay up."

Polly swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest. She watched as Rebecca reached down and picked up her black pencil skirt, bra, and panties from the floor. With a smirk, Rebecca stuffed them into her bag, the fabric crumpling noisily.

"Now," Rebecca purred, "it's time for you to put on your clothes."

Her eyes flicked between Linda and Polly, taking in their naked forms. Linda's cheeks flushed red as she reached for her clothes, her fingers trembling slightly. Polly, on the other hand, stood frozen, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment.

Rebecca’s fingers curled possessively around the lacy fabric of Linda’s bra and panties, lifting it from the floor with deliberate slowness. The straps dangled like a trophy as she turned to Linda, her voice a velvet command. "No underwear for you today, sweetheart. Consider this a little… office policy." She smirked as she tucked the bra into her bag alongside Polly’s clothes, the clasp clicking against her phone.

Linda’s breath hitched as Rebecca stepped closer, the heat of humiliation crawling up her neck. Rebecca traced a finger along the waistband of her own skirt, teasing. "You’ll go commando like a good girl, won’t you?"

Linda’s fingers trembled as she buttoned her white blouse, the fabric clinging to her skin without the barrier of a bra. She pulled on the navy blazer, its stiff lining scratching against her sensitive nipples, and smoothed the pencil skirt over her bare hips—the wool rough against her exposed skin. Her Classic Pumps clicked sharply as she shifted her weight, hyper-aware of every seam, every whisper of fabric against her most intimate places.

Polly’s breath hitched as she fastened her own blouse, the collar suddenly too tight, too stifling. The black blazer swallowed her frame, but nothing could disguise the way her hardened nipples pressed against the thin cotton.

"Oops," Rebecca purred, dangling Polly’s skirt from one finger like a taunt. "Looks like you’re going bottomless today, sweetheart."

Polly’s face burned as she glanced down—her blazer barely covered the curve of her ass, leaving her completely exposed from behind.

Rebecca watched them with a cruel smile, savoring the power she held over them. "That's better," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's get back to work."

She strode toward the breakroom door, her heels clicking like a metronome counting down their humiliation. Linda and Polly exchanged a panicked glance—Polly’s bare thighs pressed together as she willed her too-short blazer to cover more, Linda’s nipples stiffening against the scratchy blouse with every step.

Rebecca paused at the threshold, glancing back over her shoulder. "Oh, and girls?" She held up her phone, the screen flashing with their compromising photos.