Embarrassed

(Originally by Stretchweasel)

Trixie licked her lips as a 3D model loaded onto her screen. It showed the high-and-mighty Miss Roya, knees crossed and shoulders hunched up in a vain attempt to conceal her abundant body. One arm was cradling her melons, which were so massive that both nipples were escaping her grasp. Her other arm was pressed up against her adorably plush belly, her hand cupped securely over her vaggie. This left her magnificent booty bare and glorious.

Trixie got up and paced her tiny office space. It was a crowded, dark chamber piled high with old equipment that she was too lazy to have removed. On one wall there was a tall mirror that she caught a glimpse of herself in; she was a tall, lean woman with more leg than curves; a casual employee, she had her tiny ass packaged up in a pair of skinny jeans and her itty-bitty breasts hidden inside a flannel shirt. Her hair was a green-dyed pixie cut, topped off with a red baseball cap that she wore backward. She looked herself up and down, a thought passing through her head.

Seeing Miss Roya naked and humiliated was having an effect on Trixie that she hadn't anticipated. She thought she would simply be relishing the sight of her beautiful boss brought down a peg, but she found that she was also fantasizing about being in her place. She imagined herself, nude and ****, faced with the challenge of avoiding the hungry eyes of the world. It was something she preferred as a fantasy rather than a reality, of course, but for the moment it was the only thing she could think about. She made the decision: She was wearing entirely too much clothing.

After checking that her door was securely locked, Trixie undid her pants and wriggled her ass out of them. She then popped off her shirt, casting both garments into the corner. She peeked at herself in the mirror, getting a quick thrill out of seeing herself in her underwear; her breasts were small enough that she usually did not wear a bra, so she was down to nothing but a pair of Pac Man-print panties and her baseball cap. Hooking her thumbs under her panty elastic, she contemplated going all the way.

"Trixie!" barked the voice of Roya, shaking her out of her fantasy. "What's happening up there?"

Trixie quickly hiked up her panties, picked them out of her butt, and sat back down at her computer. "Yes, hello! I'm here! What are we doing?"

"Are you kidding me right now? This is your plan!"

"Right! The drone thing! Yes, did you find it yet?"

"It's on! I'm waiting for you to do your thing!"

"Right, right right..."

"What are you doing? Why do you sound like you've taken your clothes off?"

Trixie bit her lip. How did Roya know these things?

"Don't be silly, Hippo-Butt," said Trixie. "You're being, just... SO silly right now. The silliest."

"When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna bend you over in my office and use your naked ass as an ashtray!"

Trixie launched the drone, the feed from the camera coming through on her monitor. The first thing she saw was Roya, still struggling to contain her boobies. A renewed thrill ran through Trixie's body, making her writhe involuntarily. With one hand on the keyboard and the other hand clutching her panties like a security blanket, she considered her options.