Riding with Christine

As Christine continued smoking her cigarette over the next few minutes, she also continued surreptitiously watching her new coworker. Emily had taken to hiding behind the nearby tree whenever anyone passed by, clearly embarrassed by her lack of pants. Although, curiously, Christine also witnessed the girl repeat her earlier stunt not once but twice more. When Emily thought the coast was clear, she stepped out from behind the tree and lifted her shirt, briefly exposing her womanhood to the world, before clamping the shirt back down and blushing a deep shade of red. This girl just kept getting more interesting by the minute. Now if only Christine could have remembered her name...

After putting out the cigarette, Christine emerged from behind the hot dog stand and walked over to greet Emily. She managed to time it right as Emily had been looking all around again, fingertips on the hem of her shirt. Had she been readying herself to flash her goods again?

"Hey, new girl!" she waved.

"Ch-Christine!" Emily sputtered in absolute shock, her face reddening even further. Yep, she had clearly been interrupted in the middle of something.

"Whatcha doing?" Christine asked as she sidled up next to Emily.

"N-nothing, nothing," Emily stuttered. Her fingers quickly switched from gripping her shirt to instead smoothing it down along her pale thighs. "Just, uh, killing time! What did Mr. Jackson say?"

"Huh? Oh! He said it's fine with you take off early for the day," Christine said, remembering what she told Emily she'd gone to do.

"Oh, that's such a relief," Emily sighed. "It's been a rather... stressful day."

"C'mon, I'll give you a lift back to my place," Christine said, beckoning Emily along as she began heading towards one of the exits.

"Oh, thank you so much, Christine! You're an absolute life saver!" Emily beamed as they traversed the fairground. With her own phone and keys effectively trapped in her locker, she didn't have any easy way of getting into her own home. Her best bet was likely to just impose on Christine for the time being. Then, she could come in a bit earlier tomorrow with a fresh new outfit and have Mr. Jackson help her get into the locker.

"And then you'll get me something to wear?" Emily added, remembering what Christine had suggested before going off to see Mr. Jackson.

"Oh, sure, yeah" Christine replied, absentmindedly. "So why were you working without pants on in the first place?"

"Oh..." Emily said, her cheery mood seeming to deflate slightly. "Well it was, er, a bit of an accident on my part."

"Do tell!" Christine urged. This girl just kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.

"Well... the day started perfectly fine," Emily recounted, clearly a bit embarrassed already. "Mr. Jackson had told me where to report first and I'd headed right over..."

Several minutes later, the two girls exited the fairground. They reached the section of the parking lot for employees and Emily continued following Christine.

"...And then I realized I'd dropped the cloth out of the car at some point," Emily said. "And I didn't want to leave the task unfinished, but I really didn't want to use my shirt to wipe it clean. And so..."

"You didn't!" Christine interjected, a ravenous smile on her face. She'd been utterly enthralled by Emily's recap of her first day of work.

"I... may have used... my panties," Emily said, her already red face deepening its hue. That made Christine actually start laughing out loud.

"And so that's how you wound up hanging out of the car, with everything on show? Girl, you are too much!"

Emily still felt mortified about her ordeal on the Ferris Wheel. But, she had to admit, there certainly was an element of humor to it. She'd made it out of the scenario unharmed, after all. Perhaps she'd look back on it and laugh someday, like Christine was doing now.

The two girls got into Christine's car and Emily made sure to tuck her shirt securely under her bottom so as not to sit bare-assed on the passenger seat of her new friend's car. As Christine started the vehicle and they began moving, Emily realized just how truly bizarre her day had been. Sure, it wasn't her first time suffering a few... "clothing issues" in public, leading to her winding up underdressed or even naked in front of others. But Emily was hard pressed to remember a time where the series of events she'd gone through had been quite so unusual!

And had she really been prepared to carry on with the job in just her large, flimsy t-shirt? What had she been thinking? Emily felt beyond grateful that she'd run into Christine and that the girl was so willing to help her out.

"Alright," Christine said, rousing Emily from her thoughts. The blonde beauty noticed that Christine seemed to be pulling off the main road and bringing the car to a stop. "Just have to make a quick stop before we head home."

Curious as to what could have been so important that it couldn't wait until after she had bit more clothes on, Emily peered out the window to try and figure out where they had stopped.