Skirting The Problems

Originally written by Flubber Man at writing.com

Now Karen during this whole ordeal had chosen to instead stay put. She wasn’t working after all. Yet given her participation in the little fun bit of tomfoolery that Jen had intended during a formerly quiet day, Yuki could see her squirming in her chair as the flow of newly established traffic began to sink in.

Karen reluctantly allowed a few people to sit at their table as this continued, with Yuki noticing a problem immediately as the girl’s face dropped as she attempted to get up.

Quickly Yuki had to respond as Jen came back to the storefront. It had been brief, but she did accidentally turn around giving that boy a view at her nude behind. Not that anyone else even noticed.

“Hey, I think Karen’s stuck…”

“What?”

“Stuck,”

“Like stuck, stuck?”

“Yes!” Yuki half whispered as she quickly turned around. She chastised herself for being so careless, but continued on. “I can’t go help. But you can,”

“What? Yuki, there is like a swarm around this place, I can’t just-“

“You suggested the commando bit to her, and right now, you are the only other one with pants. I’ll handle it,” Yuki grimaced, knowing that she’d have to move around the counter more for Jen to get Karen out of her predicament.

Jen begrudgingly nodded, quickly making her way to the girl. Quite stuck, as a loose nail had pierced it’s way through the fabric that kept Karen’s modesty intact. A reminder to everyone that they really should have double checked the chairs they bought for the place to replace the old ones.

“I don’t know how to get out, please…please-“ Yuki noticed the chatter was more focused on her now. While it wasn’t ideal, if did make the Asian sigh in relief at how it no longer would be squarely on her and her own state of bottomlessness.

“Cool it. I got this…just need to…” Jen was interrupted by a tearing sound that made the crowds gasp.

Yuki was in disbelief as-