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A father picks up the phone again.
I threw the tights away and checked myself in the mirror.
I left the lavatory and headed for the lift. As I got closer, I felt a strange sensation around by bottom. It seems the elastic in my knickers was looser than I thought that it was and that the tights were the only thing holding them up. I reached the Ladies just as my knickers reached the bottom of my bum and I whipped them off and stuffed them in my bag.
I walked up to the lift and pressed the button for the third floor. Now my clothing seemed to be having some kind of rebellion today because as I got into the lift, I caught the heel of one of my shoes in the gap between the lift and the floor and it snapped so my shoes had to come off as well. I had started wearing eight items and I was now down to two.
I found the office and knocked on the door. The woman who answered it was in her late 30's with short blonde hair. She had the slim build and tan of someone who is both rich and healthy with a perfect smile to match. She was dressed in a pink vest top and white cropped trousers. This was Sally.
"Hello." she said as I walked in carrying my shoes "You must be Helena."
"Yes." I replied "Sorry, I don't normally arrive to interviews barefoot and carrying my shoes but I've not been all that lucky today. I laddered my tights and broke my shoes."
Sally smiled an easy smile. "That's OK. Some days are just like that. Hopefully your luck will improve."
I smiled and she gestured for me to sit down.
"Can I get you anything? A cup of coffee or a glass of water perhaps?"
"Water would be lovely." I replied. I was hot and flustered now and I wanted to look around and calm down before the interview started. The room itself was small with a wooden desk at one end opposite the door; the place you expect to work if you were a receptionist or secretary. There was a wooden door on one side and a window on the other. It was carpeted in red and painted in white. All in all, quite a nice little office.
She came back with the water. "You look hot. Would you like to take your jacket off?"
"Thank you" I said. I unbuttoned my jacket and started to slip it off my shoulders. It was then that I remembered that I was topless underneath.
What should I do?
If I put my jacket back on then I would look like I was so disorganised that I didn't know what clothes I was wearing but if I took it off then I would have to do an interview with my boobs out.
Sally laughed sympathetically. "You must be having a bad day." she said "Don't worry about being topless. You see a lot of naked women at the gym and you kind of become desensitised. Feel free to take your jacket off"
Well now I had to or I would look like a prude. Sally took it from me and hung it up. I sat there nervously. I was topless in front of a prospective employer and I was trying not to look shy.
As we talked, I found that this became easier. Sally was as nice as she had first seemed and soon I forgot about being nearly naked. We talked for a while and everything was going fine until I went to put my water down and knocked some papers onto the floor.
"I'm sorry" I said and bent down to pick them up.
Now, if you have been following closely, you will have noticed that by this point, the only clothing I was wearing was a skirt. The skirt I was wearing has an elasticated waist which, although it is comfortable, has slight drawback. If you accidentally stand on it while bending down and then stand up, the skirt comes off.
To put it another way, I must have stood on the skirt because I stood up and it stayed where it was.
I was now naked in a job interview in front of a very nice woman who I really wanted to work for and who was very relaxed about the whole thing. As I went to pick up my skirt, Sally smiled at me again and said "Don't worry about it."
That remark can be taken two ways. The first way is "Don't worry about the accident and I realise you are embarrassed but we will pretend it didn't happen". That is probably what she meant.
The other wa