Something drastic.

An embarrassing and shameful thought entered Cleo’s head. She thought for just a second about taking off her pants to remove the label and then put them back on. The blush from earlier returned in full **** to her lovely cheeks, and she almost gasped at the heresy of her own mind! She was a good girl! Taking off clothes was only supposed to be when changing and showering, not in the middle of her office! Not even mentioning how such an act, in her current commando state, would leave her without anything on below the waist!

“How inappropriate!” Cleo gasped to herself, the unprofessional image shocking her that her own brain was even capable of contemplating it, an unfamiliar heat rising up from lower in her body, that she could only assume was a deep shame. Had she even thought of verbalising such a thing to her parents, even as a joke, she would have found herself in confession the very next Sunday over it! The irritation returned and she sighed, looking back to her computer screen. She had accomplished practically nothing, and she was already 20 minutes into her day! She would have to work twice as hard to impress her co-workers and bosses today, but that’s only if she could even focus enough on work at all!

She needed to get rid of the label, she had lost too much time, and if she lost any more, she might not be able to overachieve the way she wanted to today. Was her need to do well in her job stronger than her shame and embarrassment! It was only the thought of putting in an above average performance for the day, instead of her usual well above average, that made her mind up for her…

Looking left to right, the blushing brunette could feel sweat staring to form on her forehead, thankfully not interfering with her hair that she had pulled back into a neat bun, and hesitantly began kicking off her sneakers. Even being barefoot in the office was unbecoming in such a professional environment, and she cringed at the thought of anyone catching her like this. Sure it wasn’t too uncommon, and certainly would result in something a lot less that a disciplinary, but she wasn’t that type of person, she was a rule follower! Still, it was a necessary evil for what came next…

Hands shaking, Cleo began fumbling with the top button of her jeans. She couldn’t waste time going to the bathroom, this problem needed fixed, and it needed fixed now! She didn’t want to fall any more behind in work than she already was. Slowly bringing down the zipper on her jeans, a few hairs of her fuzzy crotch became visible. She wasn’t one for maintenance in that particular area, preferring the au natural look, as God intended. Her hands frantically moved to the waistband of her jeans, the blushing brunette looking frantically around her to confirm to herself yet again that she was alone on the open plan office floor, before in one swift motion, pulling her jeans down to her knees, raising her lovely butt off the seat to avoid interference.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Cleo fumbled, looking down at her own naked crotch. She had her pants pulled down! In work! And she wasn’t wearing underwear! She would be saying Hail Mary’s for a considerable amount of time tonight after this display! Her hands now fumbled, looking around inside her jeans for the annoying label that had gotten her into this mess!

Maybe it was just her nerves, or the fact that she was sweating so much her glasses had started to fog up, but she couldn’t seem to get a good eye on it. With another frustrated “hmph”, the buxom brunette took a deep breath, knowing what she had to do to get this over with. Taking a deep breath, and screwing her eyes closed after yet another look around the empty floor, she lowered her jeans even further, until they were all the way off her legs, retrieving them from around her ankles. That shameful heat from earlier began rising up in her lower half once again, and Cleo knew that she needed to get this over with.

Her jeans now in her hands, Cleo began bringing them up to inspect them a bit more clearly, and to finally get rid of that damn label that was plaguing her. It must have only been 10 seconds before her stomach dropped, hearing the distinct sound of the door to the office opening. Cleo almost jumped out of her seat, which in her state would have been very exposing, the bottomless brunette’s bare legs flailing and she bunched her jeans up in her hands, pulling her entire body back under her desk so that only her top half was visible, feeling her bare foot hit against the gosh darned shredder, but not being overly concerned with the slight pain she felt from it.

Cleo was almost hyperventilating, as she saw a co worker of her enter the office, ready to start the day. Thankfully, recognising this co workers desk was at the far end of the open plan office, around the corner from where she currently sat, the eternally blushing girl rationalized that she could get her jeans back on before he would take notice of her undressed state. That was before she felt a tugging…