Spotted by her boss

Claire gulped as she looked around, shivering from both the cold and the embarrassment. Taking cover behind a small tree, the naked woman realized that said tree was just small enough for her to move and yet just tall and wide enough to conceal her entire body.

"I'll pay for it later..." Claire said as she reached into the tree and firmly grasped the trunk, lifting it up and crab walking towards the entrance of the tree lot. Looking around with a nervous and mortified expression, Claire was at least grateful that the lot was empty besides her. The last thing she wanted was to be seen by someone who -

"Well, well! Look who finally got into the Christmas spirit!"

... Recognized her.

"Oh no!" Claire yelped as she stopped in her tracks, setting the tree down as she peered out from behind it, blushed, and smiled sheepishly at her boss standing right in front of her. "Mrs. Watterson! Hi! Fancy seeing you here!"

"I should say the same to you." Mrs. Watterson said with a chuckle, "I thought you hated the holidays. And yet here you are, buying a Christmas tree just a week before the big day."

"Well... Aren't you?"

"You know my husband, Zach." Mrs. Watterson said, rolling her eyes. "I love the big goof, but he always puts things off until the last minute. I was thankful to get my Christmas shopping before now. Though, I am curious, what caused this? Visited by three spirits last night?"

"Heh. More like visited by my ex-wife this morning..." Claire said, forcing a smile as she tried to look for a way out of this little chat. "Speaking of -"

"Oh, yeah. I heard about your divorce." Mrs. Watterson interrupted. "If you're still on the market, you just have to meet my sister. Tall, tan, auburn hair that goes down to her butt. And she's a five time Olympic gymnast!"

"Uh, that does sound tempting..." Claire replyed, "However, I kinda got more important things to deal with right now than looking for a new partner. You know, decking the halls and all that."

"Wow! If that's your new attitude towards the holidays, then I better expect you at next year's Office Christmas party!" Mrs. Watterson said with a hearty laugh. As her laugh died down, the older woman looked down and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Claire, are you... Barefoot?"

Claire let out a squeak as she looked down, realizing her bare feet were exposed. Looking back up to her confused boss, she smiled sheepishly and blushed. "Um... I read that walking barefoot in the snow is good for your circulation?"

"... That... Doesn't make any sense..." Mrs. Watterson said, trailing off as she looked closer at her employee. Her eyes went wide as she caught a glimpse of bare flesh after Claire shrugged her shoulder. "Sweet Jiminy Christmas! Are you running around in the snow topless?!"

Claire immediately realized her mistake and brought her arm down, her face igniting. "No." She lied.

"I could've sworn I -"

"Hey, Loraine?! Did you want the tree to be eight or ten feet tall?!"

Mrs. Watterson sighed as she turned to her husband. "Eight feet, Zach! Anything taller won't fit in the door!"

"Are you sure?! I thought we bought an eleven footer last year!"

"No we -" Loraine Watterson sighed, shaking her head. "I'm going to have to cut this short. Talk to you later, Claire."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Watterson." Claire said as she watched Loraine walk over to her husband, letting out a sigh of relief. That was way too close.

"Can I help you, Ma'am?"

Claire let out a yelp as she saw an eighteen year old woman walk up to her, giving the naked woman a friendly smile.

"Oh, no." Claire chuckled as she gave a sheepish grin. "I... I was just leaving."

"Okay. Would you like some help taking your tree to your car after I ring you up?"

"T-that won't be necessary." Claire stammered, hugging the tree closer to her cold, naked body. "I just realized that these trees are a little out of price range right now."

"Okay then. Have a Happy Holiday." The blonde said as she reached out for the tree, causing Claire to step back.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"You said you weren't going to buy the tree, so I'm putting it back." The Blonde said, speaking like she was stating the obvious.

"But I really need it right now! Really, REALLY badly!" Claire exclaimed in a hushed voice.

The Blonde was getting annoyed now, letting out a frustrated huff as she quickly reached out and grabbed the trunk. "You said you couldn't pay for it, and we aren't giving them away!"

"Hey! Let go!" Claire exclaimed, engaging in a tug of war with the blonde girl over the tree.

"You want a free tree, go cut one down!" The Blonde snapped, struggling to pull the tree out of Claire's grip. "Nobody steals from my Grandpa's tree lot!"

"I'm not stealing just because I need it but can't afford it!"

"And I'm not brindead just because I'm blonde! Now give it up and get out!"

"No!"

"Let... GO!" The Blonde yelled as, with one mighty yank, she finally pulled the tree out of Claire's hands...

Sending the thick, naked woman stumbling backwards until she crashed into someone else, landing on top of them with a thud. Groaning, Claire grabbed her glasses from off the ground and placed them back on...

Staring into the dazed, confused, and embarrassed face of Zach Watterson!

"Uh oh..." Claire muttered.

"DONALDSON! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO MY HUSBAND, YOU HOMEWRECKING HARLOT!" Loraine roared as she glared down at her employee.

"M-Mrs. Watterson! This isn't what - I mean - " Claire shrieked, jumping to her feet as she covered herself up, burning brighter than the lights decorating the tree lot. Looking around, the naked woman saw the blonde look like she was calling the police. "I gotta go!"

"And just so we're clear, Donaldson, you're fired!" Loraine called out as Claire headed towards the entrance to the tree lot.

"Great!" Claire muttered sarcastically, "Locked out naked, **** to streak through the blistering cold, filmed and seen naked by dozens of people, and fired a week before Christmas! What else can go wrong?!"