Called In

Sitting in her car outside the building of her first interview, Renee inspected herself in the mirror one last time. Wearing makeup, a red satin sleeveless blouse, a black pencil skirt, and heels. Underneath a modest pair of black bra and panties. The look completed by having her red hair tied up in a ponytail.

Feeling beautiful, confident, professional and most of all modest, Renee went to step out of her car. Only to suddenly feel as if her bra and panties just feel apart.

Scared, she jumped back into her car and checked the damage. First she pulled her panties out from under her skirt to find they had broken at one side. Then finding the straps of her bra had broken she nearly cried as she realized her underwear was now useless. And despite being early she had no time to go home and put on a new set. So she either had to go through the interview commando or skip it and ruin her chances.

Sighing she steeled her nerves as she looked over herself again. With the strong color of her blouse and the decent material her currently un-erect nipples weren't visible. Then with her skirt being a modest length unless she purposefully spread her legs really wide nothing was visible. Comfortable with this Renee hyped herself and got out of her car again to go into the building. A cool breeze rolled through as she was halfway there. Her face quickly going red as she felt the air go up her skirt and caress her lower holes. Making her shiver while pressing on, not realizing the cool air and arousing feeling caused her nipples to quickly harden. Soon two obvious indents poked through the blouse, which shifted around as her unsecured girl bounced with every step. The smooth satin further arousing the sensitive nubs as they rubbed against it.

Stepping into the bank Renee walked up to a teller and asked him about her interview. Which she had to ask about and clarify a few more times as the man clearly had trouble talking with women he found attractive. Nevermind a girl as stunning as Renee all dressed up, who was clearly braless as the indentations on her huge chest stared at him.

Eventually he got ahold of himself and was able to call the manager in her office. Who told him to lead Renee over to the chairs outside her office and have her wait there till she was done with the task she was in the middle of. Doing as she was told Renee sat down and waited. Not knowing that her skirt had followed her bra and panties in somehow falling apart. The moment she stood up the garment would fall off her waist, down her legs and around her ankles. Again unnoticed by the redhead. All going better than planned as a certain group watched the show through the security feed they hacked.

Who were either cackling with laughter as they watched Renee step out of her skirt after being called, or were mesmerized by her naked peachy rear. The last phase of their plan went off without a hitch as Erica pressed a certain button right as Renee reached for the door. That second her red blouse, her last bit of modesty, completely fell apart. Falling off her body in less than a second, and to the group's excitement she still hadn't noticed. The only one in the building who had was the male teller from before, who had the only visible angle of Renee. Unable to keep his eyes off her he saw as her skirt fell down as she stood up. The front sight of the girl's lower half left him speechless. Long pale legs, shapely thighs, heart shaped red bush and her barely visible pink clam. The back half left him no better as he stared at her thicc booty with erotic tan lines, given a nice lift from the heels she was wearing. The fit white bum swayed seductively on her hips and bounced delightfully as she walked.

The man wondered if he was having a wet dream as he saw her blouse inexplicably fall off her body as if the seams just disappeared. Which was close to reality as Tim and Jacob had rigged the outfits seams with a type of fiber that spontaneously unwound when hit with a certain electrical signal. A similar set up to how they got her softball pants to fall apart. This time though they set it up to fall apart remotely with a device that could set off specific items. Something Erica took **** pleasure in setting off.

The teller watched Renee's naked backside walk into his manager's office and couldn't help but wish to complete the picture. Which would soon be granted...