Meet the 'Cube Dwellers

Topless now, I try to remain casual as Tiffany leads me out of the bathroom. With each step, I become all the more aware of my exposed breasts, as they bounce with each step. I can feel them becoming harder as the cool air caresses them. I become all the more aware of goosebumps forming along my exposed skin as I step out of the bathroom.

I manage not to gasp as she leads me, past members of the staff and into a roomful of cubicles. I could feel more than a few people staring my way, looking up from their offices as I walked by. I had to resist the temptation to cover up as I was led into a large room, filled with cubicles. Like Prarie dogs, I saw heads popping up to look in my direction, and more than a few stopped and stared.

I held myself casual and soon became aware of whispers between cubicles. Not to mention more than a few fingers being pointed in my direction. I turned and looked at Tiffany, who only smirked at me, remaining silent as her co-workers took in my toplessness. I quickly noted a smirk planted on her face, and thus how much she was enjoying the sight of me being noticed.

I gasped as a hand reached around my waist, pulling me tight for a photo. I was blinded momentarily by a flash of light as she took the photo and soon heard myself gasp as she pinched my breast in her hand, squeezing my nipple before letting go. She slapped my ass hard then, before whispering into my ear, "You're going to get a lot of attention. Hope you don't mind being the office Slut".

She winked at me, before moving her hand under my skirt and grabbing my ass. I moaned softly as her hand roamed, pulling my skirt up in the process. I dared not pull it back down in place and turned my gaze forward again. More than a few were looking closely now, and I was more than aware that my shaved mound was becoming visible.

I looked briefly back to Tiffany, but she only shrugs, a sly expression clear on her face, and her pleasure from my discomfort was quite clear. The brunette on my left was not done, and she snapped several photos of us close together. She giggled as she rubbed her hand under my breasts, pausing to snap another photo. I try to make myself look as presentable as possible, despite the attention she gives me. I moan again, softly, as her hand moves higher up, pulling my skirt up in the process until it's little more than a belt around my waist, rather than the micro skirt I had walked in wearing. She looked up at Tiffany, quite amused with herself and asked, "You want in on this Tiff?"