Her Bra

Jaycee stands clutching her breasts on the third stair of the first flight in her new office building, a look of monumental shock laid out across her face.

She had purchased her defeated bra only a few days prior. The dark-haired smoke show had been hunting for clothing deals online when she came across an adorable bra and panty set from a company she had never heard of. While Jaycee was normally partial to one brand of underwear, the girl simply could not pass up the look (or the price!) of the set. It was when she heard the "pop", however, that Ms. Peterson realized exactly why her "amazing find" had cost only $3.99.

Coming out of her coma of surprise, Jaycee turns around and retreats to the stairwell doorway. She pushes it open with her body, not daring to release her newly freed girls for any reason.

The girl has always had a dirty little secret when it came to bra selection. Despite being a higher-end C cup on her best day, Jaycee always wore mid-level D to make herself feel even more voluptuous.

While this would never pose a problem under normal circumstances, the unlucky looker knows damn well that a pair of liberated oversized bra cups were not going to stay above her nipples through any period of hurried movement. She shuffles out of the doorway and speed-walks across the office building's lobby to its ladies room, weaving her way around several confused businessmen whom she prays are not her future co-workers.

Jaycee bursts into the bathroom and thanks her lucky stars that the space is unoccupied. She swiftly untucks her white button down with her left hand and slips her bra straps fully off her shoulders with the right. The garment falls down unencumbered, and the girl catches the cloth at her waist.

Her heart drops when she sees the damage. Poor Jaycee had been hoping for an undone clasp, something she could simply pop back into place. What she sees is a tear in the physical back of the bra, a malfunction that effectively split the item in two.

Jaycee exhales an exaggerated huff. She has no masking tape, no safety pin, no way of repairing the damage. Knowing the garment is now utterly worthless, the partially undressed girl stomps over to bathroom garbage can and throws it away.

Regaining her composure, Jaycee tucks her shirt back into her skirt. She examines herself in the mirror. While nothing is on display that a national television network would censor, it would likely be clear to a dedicated observer that the new HR rep is not wearing a bra underneath her white shirt.

Her current state of dress is certainly not preferred, but the thought of a couple co-workers recognizing her bra-less-ness does not make Jaycee squirm. It is the thought of accidentally flashing some pink by leaning too far forward, or being caught in the perfect lighting, or spilling water on herself during lunch break that terrifies the young professional. Not to mention the fact that her panties are equally as cheap and could break at any moment throughout the day. Fluttering down to her ankles, while her hands are full, in front of dozens of hysterical co-workers...

Jaycee shakes her head and tries to focus her thoughts. She has two obvious options: either carry on with her first workday, stay conscious of her movements regarding her shirt, and pray that her panties stay intact, or speed home, change into reliable underwear, and return to the office either just on time or a couple minutes late.

Jaycee's head spins like a flushing toilet. She has to make up her mind, and fast.