Warn Chloe to stand up straight

Deciding that it's better to say something than wait for her to get in worse trouble, you tell the young woman striding in front of you to get her head up and shoulders back. She immediately complies, making her striking chest even more noticeable. Hopefully she won't think you're picking on her, but it can't be helped. Francesca nods approvingly, so at least you're keeping on her good side.

Just a few paces further on, Chloe turns into the soaring glass and steel skyscraper that you can hardly fail to recognize as the regional headquarters for GlobalNewsMedia, the conglomerate which owns several television channels and periodicals, including one of the nation's leading newspapers. She pushes the door open and then releases it behind her, before immediately turning and catching it so that it doesn't close in your face. Her expression tells you she forgot to hold the door for you and is worried she may already have earned herself another spanking, but you and Francesca just walk through without comment (Francesca gesturing for you to go first, although you would normally defer to the older woman). Lacking an excuse to enter the building, the rest of your companions finally move on, leaving the three of you alone. Chloe then leads you across the foyer to the reception desk, where a smartly dressed young man looks up, then stands up, visibly shocked by what he sees.

"M-Miss Johnson! Is everything alright? Can I call anyone? Or—"

Chloe shakes her head and moves to take the sodden cloth from her mouth, but Francesca answers first.

"This young lady caused some trouble on the street and had to be spanked, then wet herself, which is why she's fully naked." The receptionist glances over to you, as if wondering what your story is, but doesn't say anything. "Could you direct us to whomever she was due to meet, so that we can explain why she's late?"

"Er…I'll call up." He reaches for the handset behind the desk, but now Chloe does speak.

"Don't worry, Ben, I'll take them up. Can you tell Evelyn I'm on my way."

"Sure. He's in planning suite bee."

"Thanks, Ben. Follow me." This last addressed to you, she turns and leads you to one of the lifts, reaching awkwardly into her rucksack to get out a laminated card on a lanyard, which she slips round her neck, waving the ID in front of the buttons to summon the lift car. Inside, she pushes one of the buttons about half way up and the doors close smoothly.

Chloe looks at the knickers in her hand and reluctantly puts them back in her mouth. By now, the taste of piss must have dissipated, so it's the humiliation that must rankle with her. Despite her confidence, you see her take a deep breath as the lift slows to a stop, steeling herself to face the shame of being seen by colleagues, a situation you remember all too well from this afternoon.

The doors slide open and Chloe leads you through a maze of corridors, the hubbub from offices on either side leaking in whenever a door is opened. Everyone you pass takes a good look at the two naked girls, but nobody stops, nor does anyone say anything to you.

Soon, you reach the destination and Chloe pushes open a set of double doors to reveal an oblong room with a horseshoe of desks, mostly occupied. At the far end stand a forty-something man and woman, apparently brainstorming on an interactive white board. When you enter, most people don't look around, but the two at the back definitely notice your appearance.