Chapter 5 by Rowenar

Stairs or elevator? Or does something else happen first?

Stairs

The thought of the elevator made her shudder. Waiting for it to arrive, panicking in the corridor, praying no one was already in it-

Lena turned the other way and ran for the stairs, awkwardly contorting her body to try and hide her ass by twisting it to the side while she still ran forwards. It didn’t achieve much beyond make her look weird.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this couldn’t be happening to her.

“Get back to work!” Lena said as she passed offices, feeling the eyes of her employees looking out to her.

Shrieking slightly, she passed someone else in the corridor, before barrelling into the stairwell.

She didn’t pause for breath; she didn’t want to be out here like this for a second more than necessary. She’d wanted to focus on the meeting, wanted to get her company back on track.

And instead she’d been thoroughly humiliated, stripped in front of them and-

Her eyes burned slightly at the shame. She quickly wiped them and kept running. Her employees had already seen her naked, she wouldn’t let them see her cry.

She stumbled past someone else using the stairs, hating the undignified sound she made as she passed them; she still tried to cover herself, hand over her tits and one over her pussy, and it felt woefully inadequate.

Air pressing against her exposed skin she eventually made it to the right floor. Steeling herself, she quickly opened the door, flashing her tits for a second as she did.

Then she was back to running, already feeling the eyes on her.

“Miss Luthor,” Jess, her secretary, said, standing up. “How was- what-”

“Not now Jess!” Lena shrieked, sprinting past.

She hurriedly pushed her way into her office, slamming the door shut behind her and stumbling to a stop.

Fuck.

Ok. No. Calm down Lena, calm down. Get Jess to get a change of clothes, apologise to the shareholders, work out what the hell was happening and stop it, set a new date-

Delete the security footage, oh god, her embarrassing run would have been caught by the cameras. Mentally she made that a priority.

She could get through this. She could do it.