The Journey to her Desk

Nicola took a deep breath as she stepped inside the building where she worked five days a week but which had never felt so strange and intimidating to her before. The sharp coldness of the marble floor against her bare feet immediately provided a harsh reminder that this was actually happening and not some anxiety fuelled nightmare. She smiled politely at the familiar young woman behind reception whose name she could never quite remember, but kept on walking. Today was definitely not the day to stop and make idle conversation but instead to get straight to her desk and keep herself as much out of her colleagues' way as possible.

She walked towards the elevators and pushed the button that would summon one to take her directly to her floor. There were a few people milling around her, but the delay on the tube meant she was running a little late and had missed the big rush. That actually worked in Nicola's favour and she figured that, with the lack of judgement wish still very much in play, she could show up whenever she felt like it.

She wasn't risking eye contact with anyone, but could sense those around her reacting to her in a manner that was starting to feel all too familiar - no complaints, no catcalling or inappropriate comments, but glances at her body that were more studied and lasted way longer than was socially normal. By this point, she was learning to tune it out.

Much to Nicola's relief, when the doors to the lift opened, they revealed only a handful of people inside, and nobody she knew was present. The building she worked in housed several different organisations, so it wasn't unusual for her to mingle with virtual strangers in situations like this. That was far preferable to having to make **** small talk with someone she knew.

Nicola smiled and nodded as her fellow passengers moved politely aside to make room for her to board and have some space to herself. She had forgotten until now that the entire back wall of the elevator, which she was now facing. was a mirror. It was usually a convenient tool for Nicola to check her hair and makeup were just right before greeting her colleagues, but right now it was a somewhat severe reminder that she was fully naked, in stark contrast to the sharp suited people she was flanked by.

The doors began to close when suddenly there was an ominous beeping sound that caused them to start opening again. Nicola's heart sank. That meant some fucker had hit the call button again just when they were ready to depart. Nicola thought that was a dick move at the best of times, and it was even more unwelcome this morning when she just wanted to get this ride over with already.

Worse still, it wasn't just one person but a whole group that now wanted in - visitors that were being escorted to a meeting. Also slipping into the mix was Nicola's young colleague Jonny. He was a nice enough guy, but kind of a pain. Nicola knew he had a crush on her and, even when she was fully clothed, he had a habit of stopping needlessly by her desk to talk about nothing when she was trying to work. Sure enough, his eyes lit up when he saw his naked co-worker and he shoved his way towards Nicola until they were next to each other. With the accompanying surge caused by the new wave of passengers, who seemed determined to **** themselves into this lift rather than wait thirty seconds for the next one, Nicola soon found her naked body wedged uncomfortably between the mirror and her lustful young companion. Suddenly, walking eight flights of stairs didn't seem like such a bad alternative.

The lift was overcrowded to such an extent that the doors took three painful attempts to shut, which only prolonged Nicola's misery. Still, nobody was willing to get off, instead crowding together even more closely each time, until eventually they were on the move. Not for the first time on her commute, Nicola could feel someone's erect penis pressing into her upper thigh.

"I don't think I've seen you naked before, have I Nicky?" Jonny smiled, like that would be normal and acceptable small talk even without his dick jabbing at her.

"No, it's the first time I've come in like this" Nicola answered flatly.

"You look good, it really suits you" Jonny smiled as if he were complimenting her outfit.

The delegation for the meeting eventually departed on the sixth floor, giving Nicola enough room to breathe properly for two whole levels of her ride. Mercifully, she was soon able to exit the lift and, having made an excuse not to let her conversation with Jonny linger on any further, walk briskly to her desk. She didn't say anything to anyone en route - a quick nod here, a brief smile there, the type that told people she was busy and didn't have time to be bothered. She could feel everyone's eyes boring into her of course, but she hardly even cared in that moment.

It was only when she was at her desk, her buttocks feeling strangely sticky against the leather of her seat, that she had time to collect her thoughts and begin to feel intensely self conscious again.

She found herself able only to stare at her screen and couldn't concentrate at all on the report she was supposed to be writing. How was she supposed to get through a high pressure interview later that day? Judgement or not, being naked at work wasn't something she could just put to the back of her mind like it was anywhere near ordinary.

Nicola could sense someone approaching her desk and looked up from her laptop whilst trying to stifle a sigh. It wasn't her boss like she had anticipated, but a very annoying fairy.

"Hey there Nicky, it's only me! Just keep looking at your screen and pretending to work. None of your colleagues can see or hear me, remember, and you don't want to give them the impression that the pressure of this job is getting to you!"

Niocla scowled but did as Priscilla suggested, not seeing any alternative.

"Great, now I really have been spoiling you with wishes lately, but I can't seem to help myself, so here is another. I think this one should really give your working day the boost it looks like it needs!"