Experiment. There's no way she likes this, is there?

A little nervously, Kara feigned dropping her pen, letting it hit the floor off to the side of her desk. It wasn’t much, just a quick test, to see if-

The pen bounced, then rolled, moving far further than she’d expected. Kara’s eyes widened.

The idea that she liked being in such a humiliating predicament was… well it was absurd, ridiculous. So she’d just test it, prove herself wrong, and get back to suffering through the day. The easiest test would be to flash her tits by dropping her pen.

And instead it was too far away to reach without – gulp – getting out of her chair. Kara flushed.

N-no, she could get back to work without that pen. Never mind the test, it was a stupid idea. Totally ridiculous.

Her gaze kept darting over to where the pen lay.

No, forget it. She kept one arm over her chest, typing one-handed and using just a touch of her speed to make sure she didn’t lose too much time to switching between keyboard and mouse.

Damn it, typo. She never made typos. Rao, she was distracted.

The pen crossed her mind against. Mentally, Kara sighed. Ok, she might as well get it over with; not like the thought would leave her alone.

Kara glanced back and forth. Ok, people were still staring at their nude colleague, but no one was up and walking. That was good. Kara swallowed and steeled herself.

Then hurriedly she **** herself from her chair, hand moving from pushing on her desk to lift herself up, to covering her pussy. She hurried the one step to reach the pen, bent over, and flashed her tits to reach down and pick up the pen.

Seconds later and she was back in her chair, red-faced, heart beating faster, taking a moment to let what she’d just done sink in.

She’d just flashed her ass to her office. By choice. She’d shown them her ass and her boobs, just because she could. And-

Kara bit her lip. She couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her at that. Rao, it really had felt good.

She’d just exposed herself, and she’d gotten off on it.

What did that say about her? Kara flushed, feeling almost more humiliated than she had when she’d exposed herself, and some sick part of her found that sensation even more of a turn-on.

A little nervously, Kara shifted her hand, brushing a finger against her pussy. She couldn’t help but whimper, sensitive.

And, as if she needed more proof, she was wet. Kara bit her lip.

And then heard a familiar voice clear her throat. Kara jerked back, straightening, to see Cat standing to her side and looking down at her, with a clear view of what she’d just been doing.