Yes.

I swung by the printer to grab the documents, finding it back in normal shape, but empty of my documents. Imagining Kelli or Brad had ushered them along for me, I headed to my boss's office to see if he had gotten them already.

"Hey Joe, did anyone drop off that report you were looking for yet, by chance?" I knocked gently on his door as I stepped into the boss's office, and his eyes caught on Kelli's dress sitting snugly on my body as he looked up from his computer. I felt my face flush, but tried to play it cool.

"Um, which report is that?" Joe rolled his chair toward me, sliding up to his desk, and motioned for me to step closer.

"The one we were talking about earlier?" I was genuinely confused at this point. Confused enough that it didn't occur to me that his eyes were staring fairly overtly between my thighs. "I was printing it when the printer jammed and, well, I mean, there was a bit of a mess and Kelli lent me this dress."

"So you took a shower to wash all the pink off?" I hadn't mentioned the pink. Him mentioning it was just enough of an oddity that I finally noticed his gaze. "Nice of Kelli to lend you this dress, eh?"

That comment, with his eyes glued to my crotch, was the "oh fuck" moment in my head. The dress was short, for sure, but it must have rode up, because I was all but certain that what my boss was staring at right now was my pussy peeking out beneath it.

"Um, ya, it, uh, it was handy." I tried to nonchalantly work my way around the stack of books on the corner of his desk to hide, sputtering vague nonsense as I tried to discern my way out of this mess. "Do you like it?"

"You came right up here to show it off, did you?" He gently nudged the books, keeping my bare lips in his line of sight, and I worked slowly further around his desk.

"Um, well, that and, well, I wanted to talk about the reports..." I swallowed as he deftly led me around his desk by the leash of me trying to casually hide behind his books.

"Ah yes, the ones that are quite overdue at this point." I was within his reach now, and his hand slid up my bare thigh, lifting the bottom of my dress well above just my pussy peeking out, slipping it off my ass in the back. "If they're proving to be trouble, I'm sure we can work something out." And with a tug, my tits popped free.

He rolled his chair back, and his exposed rock-hard cock came into view from under the desk. An alt-tab on his computer brought up a recording of a girl showering on the screen. He hit play.

It looked like the shower downstairs.

It looked like me.

"Oh god..." I murmured.