That darn label.

That weekend, she had miscalculated when doing her laundry. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but this particular screw up had left her without… well without any clean panties. She shuttered at even thinking about it. It was already too late for her to put on a quick wash and still make it to work for 7.30 on the dot, so… she did something she never would have considered in a million years.

“Darn label…” Cleo cringed at the feeling of it rubbing against her bottom, cringing again at the fact that the feeling had just made her swear! She should never have done anything like this! Going to her office commando! And worse, the darn label of her jeans was distracting her from doing any sort of work!

Gritting her teeth and resolving to ignore it, the brunette tried her best to get on with the first piece of work she had planned for the morning, her lower half shifting uncomfortably ever few minutes, the irritation of the label driving the naive girl crazy with annoyance and distraction. Fifteen minutes into her work day, and definitely not fifteen minutes of progress on her work later, she let out a loud groan, slamming her hands on her desk, attracting the attention of the cleaner, whom she hadn’t notice come into the office.

“Everything alright deary?” The cleaner, an elderly lady Cleo had become fairly familiar with due to her early mornings, asked with a sweet smile on her face, emptying the trash can beside the bank of desks next to hers. Cleo blushed slightly that her outburst had been caught, and not wanting to admit to the lady the source of her irritation.

“Oh! Fine! Just a bit of frustration with my work…” Cleo perked up immediately, her enthusiastic tone of voice ringing through the empty office, a wide smile appearing on her still blushing face.

“I’ve seen many an employee stress out over the little things over the years sweetheart, don’t let them get to you.” The cleaner comforted her, tying the end of the garbage bag and depositing it into her cart, giving the embarrassed Cleo a smile as she pushed the cart past her desk and through the doors to the elevator lobby.

As soon as she was gone, Cleo’s face was in her hands, the easily embarrassed girl regretting her earlier outburst, before refocusing attention on the problem that had caused it in the first place, once again shifting in her seat. She closed her eyes, reaching one hand around into the back of her pants, sliding past the waistband, her fingers coming into contact with her bare butt. Her face was red as she opened her eyes to check if anyone else had decided to come in early (as if!), her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she fished around for the offending label.

Letting out a “Hmph” in frustration, she adjusted her glasses with her other hand, once again looking side to side to check for any co-worker who might be spying on her embarrassing display, the still empty office greeting her. She knew coming to work commando was a bad idea! She should never even have considered it an option! Now she had tons of work to do, that was piling up by the minute, and she wasn’t able to concentrate thanks to the stupid label! If only she could get an eye on it, she could cut it off!