Things Become More Precarious !

Debbi still couldn't believe how tight these slacks had become. It seemed even harder to get them back on again in the confines of the rest room cubicle. She breathed in as much as she could and jumped up and down, trying to pull them up around her waist and get the clip fastened. She breathed in again and pulled up the zip fly, heaving a sigh of relief that obscured the ominous sound of further stitching coming undone at the rear.

She now turned her attention to the blouse, uncomfortably aware of how much more precarious her situation was now that she had discarded her bra. She tugged desperately to pull the sides of the garment together but as she then went to fasten it, another 'ping' sent a third button flying into the cubicle door ! She had now lost the top two buttons of the blouse as well as the bottom one and only two remained to hold it together. Debbi was ultra careful with these last two and thankfully they held but as she looked down, she saw how precarious her position was.

Emerging from the cubicle, Debbi crossed to survey her image in the mirror. "God !" she exclaimed to herself. The blouse was now dangerously low cut, having lost the top two buttons. Her belly button was still visible and, although there was no great sag, it was clear that she was no longer wearing a bra. Her nipples poked through provocatively and her hair was messed. But she had to go back and get through this presentation somehow. Sod it, she thought. She wasn't likely to ever see these college kids again, they hadn't shown a great interest in joining the company and didn't look like great prospects. Let's get this over with !