The shredder

“Oh no…” Cleo whispered to herself, feeling her jeans being tugged out of her hands, and the distinct sound of the shredder doing it’s one and only function. It must have turned on when she hit her foot against it! Frantically looking to see that her co worker was out of sight before she could finally look down, she pulled her chair back, her grip on her jeans having been reduced to a mere few inches as she watched the fabric inch further and further into the shredder. Cleo let out a gasp, panicking at how loud she had accidentally been, poking her head up for another quick glance to make sure her co worker wasn’t investigating, before feeling the waistline of her jeans being pulled away altogether!

Cleo sat there, the bottomless brunette feeling her heart slow down for the briefest of moments, before an unfamiliar heat began rising all throughout her body, goosebumps raising on every limb. This was more than embarrassment, she thought, this was humiliation! Looking upon the black shredder under her desk, her body practically went numb. That had actually happened… She was naked from the waist down in her office, and had no way of getting any cover for her lower half.

“Stupid thing!” Cleo grunted, pulling against the shredder underneath her desk. She took a quick peek over her shoulder, the bottomless brunette still conscious that more people could walk in any second, before backing her chair away from her desk once again, pulling the shredder out with her. Her black sneakers got in the way slightly impeding her progress, and impatient after the latest setback to her day, Cleo grabbed the pair with one hand, throwing them to her left and out of the way.

Fiddling with the top of it, Cleo tried in vain to remove the top of the shredder, praying as she did so that her jeans weren’t actually shredded, and had just been sucked into the machine, and were currently sitting there, on top of all that shredded paper, but still intact. It was no use, the office grade machine required a special key to open and empty, and Cleo was in no position to go looking for that now!

Placing the shredder so that it was immediately to her left, Cleo too stock of her situation. She had lost her pants, her only source of covering for her lower half, and was now sitting at her desk, in the middle of her open plan office, completely bottomless! She knew no one sat at the two desks to her right, and beyond them was the edge of the room. Her chair covered her lovely butt from view, and her desk would do something similar for her curly unruly bush and lady lips. To the left of her would be a big problem, most of the office was seated in that direction. She could use the shredder for some cover on that front, but what if someone actually needed to shred something? She tested the waters a little, pulling herself as close to her desk as possible in her chair. Without the shredder under her desk, she could get quite a bit further in, and if she slouched, she could hide practically her entire lower body from view. Still, there was no denying.

She was in work, only wearing a short light blue blouse.

Grabbing the hem of her blouse in her fists, Cleo tried her best to stretch the material as far as she could. It didn’t even begin to cover her fuzzy black bush, never mind the virgin pussy that lay just below it! She knew these tight cut shirts were a mistake, she should have been focusing on progressing her career, not how good she looked! Groaning in frustration, Cleo nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of someone addressing her.

“What did I say about that stress deary?” The cleaning lady, who Cleo had not heard re-enter the office, said with another smile, pushing her cart past her. Cleo nervously laughed, her sweaty face burning with humiliation, her only saving grace being she didn’t think the lady could see below her waist. Cleo nervously watched as the cleaning lady made her way out of the office once again, hopefully for the last time. Eying something sticking above the rest of her cart Cleo noticed two very familiar shoes, and not even a second later, realisation hit. Her shoes! She had carelessly thrown them to the side, and the cleaner must have picked them up and taken them away. Cleo was about to yell out after her and get up to follow her, before realising her dress state. She blushed, her hands trying once again to stretch her shirt to cover her pussy. She was trapped completely naked from the waist down!

“No! I’ve always been a good girl, things like this aren’t supposed to happen to good girls!” Cleo pleaded in her own head, the warmth from down below giving way to a small tingle. Cleo ignored this unfamiliar feeling, instead focusing her mind on what to do about her current situation. She was trapped at her desk, and while relatively covered from most angles, it would only take someone needing something from her, or coming over for a friendly chat for her to be in high danger of being seen. She needed to procure clothing for her bottom half somewhere, but where could she do that in a crowded office with her fanny on display?

And to add insult to injury her work was just piling up every second she sat around doing nothing! Cleo felt a pit in her stomach, the only thing in her mind worse than someone seeing her current state of attire was her bosses not recognising her for her above average performance. She looked around the office, seeing another of her co-workers walk in, this one sitting a little closer to her than the last, but still not close enough to easily notice her. The stupid label was gone, the rest of her pants with it or not, so maybe she could finally get some work done? That was sure to chill her out! And with a cleared head she could think of a plan of how to deal with her bottomless situation.