It's too much

Amy stands there, shivering in nothing but her panties, the eyes of all the men staring at her, James still kneeling behind the counter glaring at her.

It was all too much, she couldn't take it. Tears in her eyes, she span on her heel, dashing back into the kitchen, fighting through the rows and shelves and making her way further back towards the service entrance at the back, hearing the sounds of disappointment behind her.

It wasn't until her hand landed on the door handle that she realised her predicament. She was stood here in nothing but her panties, the rest of her clothes still out the front. At least she could head into the maintenance corridors, but where the hell was she going to go after that? How was she going to get any clothes?