Waking Up

Tiffany awoke to the sound of a light humming in the distance. Her head throbbed with pain, causing her to wince. "Ugh..." Tiffany groaned, grabbing her forehead. "What happened..."

Tiffany waited a few more minutes for the pain to slightly subside, before attempting to open her eyes. Looking around, she could see it was a dimly lit storage closet filled with old office supplies. Thinking hard made her head hurt worse, but she remembered it was a closet at her office. "Guess I never left..." Tiffany said aloud, as she tried to sit up. As she moved, she suddenly noticed the feel of cheap carpet on her bare ass. Her stomach dropped, as she looked down dreadfully. "Oh please. Please no." Tiffany pleaded to nobody in particular.

Surely enough, aside from her dress slacks and a pair of black dress socks, Tiffany was naked as the day she was born. She groaned, before letting a quick expletive loose. "Of all the places..." Tiffany began, as she moved to stand up. She tried to recall the previous evening, but all she could remember was taking another shot at 10 pm, and then everything went hazy. She remembered having a conversation with the CEO, losing a game of some kind, and at some point she remembered trying to leave, but beyond that she had no idea what exactly happened to leave her bare.

Looking around the room again, Tiffany tried to scrounge up something to cover with. Considering all the old office supplies consisted of pens, pencils, dry-erase markers, and other items that did nothing to help her cause, Tiffany began to blush as she noticed there was no sign of the clothes she had been wearing either.