Steve didn't know what was going on, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. All he did know was that he had to get out of there. It would be painfully obvious to anyone who looked that he was wearing a hot pink bra under his shirt. He couldn't let anybody in the office see him this way. The humiliation alone would be unbearable, and if he got fired... well... he didn't want to think about that.
His jacket. He just needed his suit jacket... Which happened to be hanging off the back of his chair. As long as he could make it to his desk without anyone seeing he could just fake sick and...
"Steve!"
He suddenly felt dizzy, sick, and terrified all at once. Steve came face-to-face with his boss, Mr. Reynolds. He braced himself against the counter, just hoping not to pass out from embarrassment.
"Oh um... Hi, Mr. Reynolds."
"Say, great job on that presentation yesterday. You really nailed it, buddy."
"Oh... Th- thanks..." Now Steve was stunned. Reynolds was being his usual gregarious self. It was like he didn't notice. How could he not notice! He was standing two feet away in a loud, lacy push-up bra!
"You're doing great work here. I think the guys upstairs are starting to notice."
A promotion was the last thing on Steve's mind right now. Was he really somehow going to get out of this? He had to keep his composure.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Don't mention it. And say," Mr. Reynolds' eyes drifted down to Steve's chest, and his smile turned to a leer, "If you ever need any... 'extra credit,' don't hesitate to stop by my office. My door is always open."
Steve was stunned. He said nothing as Reynolds turned and walked away. He paused for a moment, "Oh, and while you're up, could you put a fresh pot of coffee on? "
Steve sighed... what the fuck was that? Everything was going fine. It was like he didn't even notice... then he REALLY noticed. He grabbed the tin of coffee off the shelf and began scooping some into a fresh filter. Wait a second... why was he making coffee? He had to get out of here! But he couldn't leave the job half finished. He felt deeply compelled to follow Reynolds' request. It was just a pot of coffee, anyway. Once he filled the reservoir and got the coffee brewing, he started to rack his brain again on how the hell he'd get out of this...
