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As I stood there, panicking about what to do, suddenly every light in the store turned on all at once, followed by some loud footsteps. Both myself and the two girls that had broke in both were momentarily stunned by the sudden brightness illuminating the store. I only saw the vague outline of a silhouette walking toward the three of us, and began to blink rapidly as I covered my eyes with my hands.

“What’s going on here?!” A voice I recognized almost immediately authoritatively boomed, accompanied by a faint buzz-like sound emanating from what looked like a tazer in my boss Judy’s hands. Judy wore a plain green jacket that was drenched, a pair of skinny jeans, and green sneakers. Her black hair was straightened and fell just past her shoulders, the end curls bobbing a bit as she walked towards us with clear, vindictive purpose.

“Oh shit, run!” Tina loudly screamed, as she quickly sprinted back towards the front door. Susie looked startled for a second, before quickly scrambling after her friend back out the door. The duo escaped out of the store with speed I hadn’t initially thought either of them capable of. My boss looked like she had considered chasing them down, before turning towards me with a worried look as she dropped the tazer.

“Oh my god, are you ok? They didn’t hurt you right?” She asked in a hurry, as she looked me up and down.

I began to blush red as I felt her eyes run a full look over my naked form. My hands immediately found their way back to attempting what meager cover I could.

“N-No, I’m fine. Wasn’t expecting a break in.” *I respond, averting my eyes sheepishly.*

Judy breathes a loud sigh of relief. “Oh thank god. I… Well I saw them barking orders at you over the cam and thought they were gonna make you do something perverted.” She says, smiling a bit with relief. She then turns back towards me after a few seconds in thought. “Where are your clothes?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

I immediately feel my breath catch in my throat. Now I need to come up with an excuse for why I’m wearing just a pair of ugly Christmas socks in a clothing store.

“I… Err… They took them…” I lie, off the top of my head. Outright admitting I willingly stripped down and pranced around the store naked sounds like far too risky (and embarrassing) of an option.

My boss looks me up and down, and then leans back on her leg with her arms crossed across her chest while grinning. “Really? That’s interesting, because…”