Tom slips, knocking over a box

Kim flings the removed polo onto a nearby chair, happy to be rid of it for the day. She reaches back behind her, finding the clasp on her sports bra and quickly unhooks it with a snap; the elastic is freed and it is similarly discarded. The ladies finally free, she gives a celebratory stretch enjoying the cool air on her skin. Her nipple harden from the sensation and she gives them a pleasant squeeze before turning away from the mirror and walking over to her bag in the corner grabbing a black lacy bra.

BANG

Jumping back with a high pitched yelp, Kim searches the corner wall for the source of the scare. Another loud crash led her eyes to the peephole cleverly obscured by a shelf of seasonal decorations. Peering inside she sees one of the younger co-workers, Tom, on the floor nursing a bump on his head likely caused from the large dented up box beside him. Her eyes are immediately drawn from his injury to his crotch where she finds his pants pulled down below his thigh along with his plaid boxers. Her mind catches up as she puts two and two together and finds herself rapidly flushing with anger.

“TOM! WHAT THE FUCK”

Suddenly aware of her nakedness she clasps her arms over her breasts just in time for the closet door to burst open. Cory, one of the older fry cooks, stands at the door, a worried look on his face.

“Kim? What's wro-ah-shit!” HIs face turning a beet red, he immediately turns around but doesn't move from the doorway

“umm wh . . . Is everything okay?”

“Fuck no! Tom was watching me change!”

Two more guys show up at the doorway getting a good look at the exposed girl only making Kim more furious.

“OUT, OUT OUT OUT OUT!

The three guys scramble out the door, Kim slamming it shut behind them. She then immediately stuffs a large plush reindeer in the hole, only to then inspect the rest of the walls of the closet now paranoid she is missing another hole or god forbid a camera.