Sticky notes

To Valerie's dismay, the room was entirely bare of anything resembling clothing. There were only papers, pens and other miscellaneous stationery. She was about to give up hope when she noticed a small stack of yellow sticky notes on the table.

"This will have to do," she said to herself.

She stuck a few note on each of her boobs. While individually a single note was too small to entirely cover her chest, together it resembled a top - even if it was a very flimsy one that would fall apart with the tiniest of forces. With the remaining notes, she made a miniskirt for herself. While it hardly provided any cover, it still felt reassuring, even if the lower half of her ass was hanging out for the world to see.

At last, she stuck the final note right over her pussy and left the room. She wanted to run as fast as possible to Iris's room, but that would make all the notes fall off. She had to walk slowly and carefully, making sure her makeshift "outfit" stayed in one piece.

Practically everyone who passed her did a double take. Every glance, every whisper added to her embarrassment. Every eye was on her. She passed a conference room, and saw the meeting stop as everyone leaned over to watch her through the glass wall. They took in her every shape, her every curve, all while she helplessly walked at a steady and slow pace.

To make matters worse, the notes had already begin to fall off. Her skin was moisturized and slick after Hawk's massage, meaning the weak adhesive had hardly stuck. She was leaving a trail of notes as she walked, which served only to bring more attention to her body. By the time she had made it to the elevator, she was in a almost trance-like state, her emotions a cocktail of shame and arousal.

Only three notes remained on her body, one over each of her nipples while the last one over her pussy. Her toned, shapely ass was completely bare. Her wetness had began to trickle out, leaving a thin trail of liquid on her inner thigh. Anyone could have taken her and fucked her at that moment, and she would have welcomed it.

Instead, the crowd in the elevator almost parted for her. She stood in the center, separated from all the others. She didn't even bother asking for clothes, for she knew she wouldn't get them. Instead, she let them ogle her glistening, nubile body while she waited for the elevator to reach her floor.

By the time she had stepped out of the elevator, Valerie was practically delirious. She didn't even hear someone call out her name until they practically shouted at her. She turned to face the source of the noise, hardly registering what was happening.

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