Steve carefully made his way back to his office, peeking around every corner before making a move. Thankfully the cubicle walls were high enough that nobody sitting down would see his chest as he crossed the room. He ducked behind a water cooler as two secretaries, Jenny and Elaine, passed by.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was back at his office. He quickly shut the door and drew the blinds. Finally he could get rid of his stupid bra and...
He paused as he turned around and saw his office. His large, corporate, office desk was gone. In its place was something he recognized from his school days.
Alright, Steve thought, this has gone too far. Somebody had apparently been in his office, pulled out his desk, and replaced it with this thing. He had to figure out who the jokester was. He reached for the door, then paused.
Steve quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began to tug furiously at the clasps of the hot pink bra. After a good couple minutes of struggling, he finally grabbed the straps and yanked it off over his head. He looked around the room. No longer having a desk with drawers to stash things in, he stuffed the bra into the top drawer of the filing cabinet in the corner.
Re-buttoning his shirt, though not bothering to tuck it in, he opened his office door. He looked at his secretary, who was seated at the desk just outside his office.
"Beth, come in here. I need to speak with you a moment."
"Sure!" She said, standing up. Steve closed his office door once she was inside.
"I want you to tell me who's responsible for this." He said firmly, gesturing to the tiny desk in the middle of the room.
"Responsible for what?" She asked.
"This! This prank! I want to know who switched out my desk. They couldn't have done it without getting past you."
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't know what you're talking about. Your desk looks fine to me. And very tidy, I might add. Mr. Reynolds will like that."
Steve shook his head. "Don't play games with me. Tell me what's going on!" He was struggling not to raise his voice.
"I... I'm sorry. I really don't know what you're talking about!" Steve knew Beth pretty well, she'd worked for him a few years now. And he knew she was terrible at keeping secrets. She would've cracked as soon as he called her name. Obviously, whatever was going on, she was clueless.
"Sorry," Steve said, "I don't mean to accuse you. It's just been a rough day." He opened the door for Beth.
"It's alright sir," she said as she started walking out, "We all get stressed." She stopped at the door, "Though I must say, you're being very daring today!"
"Daring?" Steve asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, going around without a bra! Mr. Reynolds will think that's very naughty."
"Huh?"
Beth went to her desk and reached into one of the drawers. "Here, take this," she said as she pulled out a lacy, hot pink bra. It was identical to the one he'd stashed in the filing cabinet. "Put this on," she said, handing the bra to him, "Unless, of course, you want to get a spanking today."
Beth returned to her desk, leaving Steve standing in his office doorway, pink satin bra dangling from his fingers. Before he could think of what to do next, he felt something strange.
