An accident

Lauren went back through the house and repeated the whole process for the next box. By the end of this one she was already sweating. Her hair, which had dried without being combed or blow dried, was a frizzled out mess. She kept wiping away dust and cobwebs, which quickly filthied her pale skin and white shirt. She bore almost no resemblance to her standard appearance.

She did the next box, then the next. Each time, going through the garage, then passed Ray and his leering, chuckling friends. Then through the house passing her mother Michelle, who was sipping red wine on the couch watching T.V.. Then back through to do the whole thing again. By box eight she was exhausted, filthy and fed up. Still, what choice did she have? Walk five miles back to her house dressed like this? The only way she could leave was through Michelle. She had to do what she was told to get out of here.

She hefted box number nine. She was carefully counting, excited to be done with this. Still, keeping careful track made the whole thing seem to take longer. She lifted the box, going out the garage door. She started by, avoiding glancing at Ray and his friends, though she could feel their eyes on her. Probably her bare legs and feet most of all, the old perverts. She started to walk up the three steps which led to the backdoor. That was when disaster struck. Her whole body shined with sweat. She was dripping it. Her hips, which had barely been enough to hold up her nylon shorts with a blown out elastic band, grew slippery and even less supportive. On your average young woman their butt would probably catch the shorts from falling. Lauren's butt did not stick out enough to catch much of anything though. So, on the second step her nylon shorts fell to the ground!

Lauren felt something around her feet. She tried to move, but was tangled. She looked down. Around the box she carried she could see... she shorts around her her feet! She was bottomless from the waist down!

Lauren shrieked in shock. Unfortunately, this just attracted the attention of Ray and his friends. They all turned to see Lauren's narrow, stark white bare butt pointed at them!

Lauren heard a wolf whistle. She looked over her shoulder. The men, all laughing, were pointing at her in shock and amusement. Lauren followed their gaze. Looking down over her shoulder she saw her narrow buttocks, totally bare. They could see her butt! Her pinched small cheeks, white, with even whiter panty tan lines, leading to the small crack between them. All these men, these leering perverts, seeing her flat booty!

Screaming louder Lauren threw down the box. She stepped out of the shorts, then leaned over, causing an explosion of more laughter as she picked up the shorts. She held them over her butt and threw herself into the house. Red faced, bottomless, frantic and filthy she struggled to catch her breath in the house.

"What on earth is going on here?!" Her mother demanded, seeing her bottomless daughter...