Get naked together

With Amy's back turned to James, he has a perfect view of her supple buttcheecks. His cock strains against the fabric of his briefs, and you help him make a final decision.

James yanks his Y-fronts down and off in a flash, and tosses them far out and away over the stock shelves. Only wearing shoes and socks, he confidently marches over to his companion in matching uniform, and stands but a foot away, with his tip but half that distance.

"So what is the plan now boss?"

His words startle Amy, but when she turns her head, she winces with a bigger start. "James, what the fuck happened to your clothes?" She asked with a slight stutter.

"When I first started this job, and I asked how strict the uniform policy was, what did you say?" James quipped back, and she knows the answer.

Amy chuckles slightly, "Do as I do, and you'll be fine." She stands and turns to face him, but keeps one hand over her plump breasts, and the other covering her nether region. "I didn't mean like this. So please James tell me, where did your underwear go?"

As she softly asks this question, they hear a faint voice from several aisles down. "What the hell? Someone left some underwear here. Is this for garbage or lost and found?"

Of course it was you, but they don't know that.

"James!" Amy shout-whispered.

James seemed to be ignoring the reality of the situation, or he must be to ask.

"Im sorry, ok? So are we gonna get back to work or not?"

Amy's heart sinks at the question. Keep working? Naked?

"You can NOT be serious." Amy is blushing harder and harder, as much as his dick is getting harder.

"Why not? I don't know if you realize, but we are already on camera...." Amy winces again as she looks up and behind herself, and stare at the security camera in the kitchen, staring right at her and James.

".... so if we keep working like we should, we can at least argue to our boss that we are committed to the job, hey he might even give you a raise if our state of dress brings in business. Either that, or we lose our jobs, right here and right now, face the whole mall on our walk of shame to our cars, and try to find all the places our nudes come up on the web."

"I have an alternate idea." Amy pipes up. "How about, since you got us into this, you man the counter while I go into the office to look for spare uniforms?"

"Security is probably watching us right now!" James yells. Amy hushes him swiftly and whispers "If you draw attention to us, I will make sure to broadcast 'naked boy in the Food Court' over the LOUDSPEAKER!"