The boss comes around

“Hey, Samantha, I need you.”

All the blood drained from Ashley’s face as she heard Marcus’s voice coming from around the corner. Frantically looking around for a place to hide, she spotted the meat and cheese counter, or the “island” as they liked to call it. It was a single circular section in the middle of the cold section where you could get certain types of sliced up meat and cheese. After doing a quick check to see if it was empty, which it was, she dove into it and huddled into a corner to hide herself as much as possible.

Unfortunately for her, it seemed that was where her boss was heading.

“Samantha, I need you to…Samantha?” he called out as he stood in front of the island. Ashley grabbed a sheet and placed it over herself as quietly as she could, placing her hand over her mouth to keep from making noise.

“Samantha, you better not be hiding back there,” he said, and to her horror, he started entering the island. It was already a small space as it was, but the man took up enough that she was sure he was going to bump into her.

Yet somehow, the day only continued to get worse as he stopped.

“A vest?” he asked as Ashley suddenly felt him grab her vest, the only article of clothing she had left. It took all her willpower not to yank it back or scream as he started tugging on it. “What the hell? Is it stuck? Who just left their vest here?”

Ashley was trapped. If she resisted too much, he could potentially discover she was here, but did she really want to give up her last article of clothing? Did it really matter at this point anyway?

Not seeing any other option, Ashley shifted herself around so the vest slid off her body as she shuffled further underneath the sheet, and just like that, it came off, the vest now in his hands as he examined it. It took everything the young girl had no to scream or tremble as she now sat completely, butt-ass naked only a foot away from her manager and barely covered up by a sheet.

“Ashley? Ugh, of course,” he said as he finally turned away from her. “Why is her vest in the island, though?” Mercifully, he began to walk away, though he unfortunately was taking her vest along with it, the last article she’d had to cover up her nude body, and within moments, it was gone.

She waited several seconds before making any attempt to move as she tried—and failed—to get herself to calm down. She was completely and utterly naked at work, and the only way out of it now was to make her way through the store—again, naked!—and out the front doors to her car. It seemed utterly impossible.

Was it really her only option? Or was there something else she was missing?