“Hina, are you sure you really want to do that?” The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, sterilizing the office atmosphere. Shining lines reflected over her lenses, a tight bun restricted the lawyer’s hair as her eyes double checked the papers. “If you made another major investment and simply held it, you’d be looking at an average return rate of around ten percent in an index fund like this one. You could double what you have.”

 

The brunette blinked twice and tilted her head. “…I’m sorry, I never took a class on finances, can you explain that simpler?” Hina, by comparison, dressed pretty casually for the room she was in. She picked a fine button-down blouse, featuring waves of various shades of light blue. Jean shorts stopped at upper thigh with a set of car keys bulging the pocket. While the advisor at the desk had classy high heels, Hina opted for a pair of casual walking shoes.

 

“Right, so if you put your money in an index fund like you did before, it will continue to grow. It’s like you’re betting on all of the top companies in the country that they’ll perform well, and you’ll make more money on that investment.” She explained with a polite smile.

 

Hina still looked confused, one eyebrow climbing above the other as she looked over the form. “So… it goes in all the best companies at once? Wait, is this like having money generate more of itself?”

 

“That would be one way to look at it, sure. Making a donation is fine, but you don’t need to give this much to earn a tax break.” The advisor gave Hina a quizzical look.

 

“Right, right… No, I’m sorry, I can’t just keep doing that. All I really did was get lucky one time-”

 

“Twice, technically. You listened to me at the right time!” The advisor stated while slightly lifting herself in her seat. “You can clearly see what that earned.”

 

“Right, but the amount that earned… that’s more than most people can ever hope to have. I can’t take all that,” Hina shook her head, staring at a printed report.

 

“Well, if you insist, then let’s line up some charities. We can allocate this amount among various food banks, homeless shelters, and renovations for these shelters. Oh, and um…” She gave the form an odd look. “A recent one… roof replacements for low-income households… looks like there’s a roofing crisis.”

 

Hina heard the list and nodded, “Okay, take all the money generated by the investment, and split it up among those. Everyone deserves a meal and a roof over their head!” The brunette gave a cheery smile.

 

The advisor nodded and began typing away on a calculator and then on a laptop. “So the homeless get shelters and meals, Hina gets the biggest tax break ever, and every roofer in the city will be busy for years. Everybody wins.”

 

“Thanks, Donna,” Hina said with a smile. “Helping people is way better than getting rich for doing nothing,” she stood up and extended a palm towards her financial advisor.

 

“Mm, depends on your point of view. But yes, it’s good to see someone making a noble move with that kind of wealth.” Donna shook Hina’s hand back and sat down. “Will there be anything else I can help you with today?”

 

“I think that’s it!” Hina smiled.

 

They said their goodbyes, and Hina left Donna’s office. She wasn’t about to pretend she understood the comedically overcomplicated math that went into investing. Just that it created a heavy amount of cash when she already had more than she knew what to do with. Past a certain point, it was just a number. Hina understood the market just enough so that large-scale donations could be sustainable. The original lottery prize could have been half its size, and Hina felt she’d still be in the same situation. So why not help people?

 

Hina made her way through the halls of the office building and took the elevator down, humming a tune to herself. There was nothing left important for her to do today besides go home. She exited the elevator and made her way down the halls, out of the building, and toward the parking lot where her car waited.

 

She started fishing for her keys when she spotted something shaped much like a mail box, only it was red and bore a label for clothing donations. It was one of many near the office, lined up for their charitable purpose. There were so many that they had unique labels for light clothing, winter clothes, and shoes.

 

Hina smirked. She just sent off millions of dollars to help people, but she didn’t have any clothes to put in the donation bin. Not beside what she was wearing, anyway. Then she paused, thinking more about it. No… no, that was a crazy idea, way too risky. It sounded fun but reckless.

 

Then again… her car was right there… she could do it and drive straight home. Nobody would know until they opened those bins. That would give the day the real spice it needed.

 

Hina stared for a moment and bit her lip. She could already feel her heart knocking on her rib cage. A dash of rose colored her cheeks, betraying any thought of good self-control.

 

The brunette took one more glance around the parking lot and saw nobody around her. She took a few steps toward the bin, then looked back at her car. If she were quick, it’d be a clean getaway.

She reached for the hemline of her blouse and began tugging the smooth fabric. Its silky edges whispered goodbye to her midriff as her smooth stomach greeted the afternoon sunlight. A shiver ran up her back, tingling at each ridge of her spine. Goose bumps already ran over her upper arms.

 

“…Someone gets a stylish new outfit…”

 

Hina took another glance around and stepped out of her shoes, peeling off the socks with them. Her toes wiggled and found the warm pavement, causing her knees to wobble like they were made of jello. She could feel her languid body temperature steadily begin to boil.

 

“Whoever opens this bin gets a wild story to tell…”

She added as she pushed her shorts down her smooth legs, eyes frantically scanning for danger. She was down to her bra and panties that barely hid any of her skin. If someone saw her now, undressed and smiling, they’d think she was a pervert. And Hina would be in no position to argue.

 

She gulped, still checking the parking lot. Hina’s car wasn’t the only one there. Far from it, dozens, if not hundreds, of cars packed the lot for everyone who worked in that building. Though the quick glance suggested she was the only person present.

 

Another deep breath as she reached for the clasp of her bra. Her toes curled, and she felt the snap. One hand moved to catch the bra before her ample breasts spilled into freedom. She held her breath and trembled. This was indecent territory now. Underwear was scandalous; this was worse. And yet, she knew she had to keep going.

 

“…I-I get to have a little fun…”

 

She smiled at her chest as she pulled the cups away, baring her nipples to the warm afternoon air. They were stiff, taught, and cutting through the air with her urges rising to boil over. The bra joined the rest of her clothes in a growing pile at her feet. She stood there for a moment, arms at her sides, letting the sun kiss the swell of her chest.

 

Hina exhaled, blushed, smiled, and put a hand on her breast, giving it a light squeeze. She was almost there, just one thing left to remove. Her hands drifted toward the waistline of her panties, a sky blue that matched her bra, and slipped beneath the waistband.

 

“…E-everybody wins…!”

 

She whisked the panties down her legs, letting them pool at her ankles. Hina stepped out of them and clasped her hands between her legs, trying to steady her breathing. Did she really just get completely naked on such a random impulse? Was she really staring at everything she wore in a little pile?

 

Hina looked around one more time. There were cars, there were trucks, but nobody was in her direct line of sight. If she was going to do this, she’d have to be quick. The getaway would be as clean as her pubic area.

 

The now completely naked brunette knelt down and gathered her clothes. The casual garments hid her status and her body. Now they were doing neither. Her cheeks on fire, her heart was racing, and her intimates were tingling with delight. She pulled the handle of the donation bin open and shoved her clothes inside, sealing them away from herself.

 

Hina nearly fell down, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. She was naked. Head to toe, naked. And she was stuck naked. Everything was in the bin. Her intimates gave a tiny twitch. She would remain naked until she got home.

 

Hina finally exhaled and checked the parking lot one last time. There was a crumpled smile in her blush, as she kept one arm over her breasts and the other between her legs. This was insane, but the torrent of adrenaline made her feel alive.

 

Her mind was screaming. Get to your car! You’re freaking naked! She should have sprinted, and yet her stride was methodical. Each step dragged her across the impossible distance ahead of her. The hand guarding her sex gave a light squeeze, creating a sweet pressure that made her shiver.

 

Hina knew not to linger too long and crossed a row of cars. Though as she moved, she moved a hand to shield her face. There was a towering blue pickup truck nearby, and it was more than a little shiny. The sun glared, illuminating her blushing cheeks. Hina took a better look at it. It was either really new or recently washed. Both were possible.

 

She stared for a moment, seeing her reflection in the large panels staring back at her. Hina could see the total lack of clothing, from bare shoulders to bare hips. Her hands hid her intimates, but there was no denying that she had nothing on. There was also no mistaking her smile; no amount of blush could cover that up. She was having fun.

 

She turned and bared her backside to the large doors of the truck. The round, bouncy shape of her behind waved back. The truck provided a mirror. Maybe the owner polished it. Hina bit her lip, and let a hand glide between her legs, and let a finger trace the warm skin of her soft labia. She shivered, knowing that was way too risky to do.

 

And yet a false privacy was dangerous. Hina seemed to giggle at herself, knowing the reflection was tempting her just as much as the donation bin did. That protecting hand would start squeezing more if she didn’t stop here.

 

A nearby engine growled to life.

 

Hina’s blood went cold as she ducked.

 

“Ah!” she yelped, turning and looking in horror. She lifted her head and peeked toward the driver’s seat, trying to spot the danger. But there was no driver. Some fans on the car started sucking in outside air.

 

Hina gave a heavy sigh, splaying a hand over her heart. “…Remote start… I think my car has that…” She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair before covering again. What she wanted to do would have to wait. Her intimates protested the delay, but a parking lot was nowhere near private enough, and someone would come this way soon.

The nude brunette took another look around and scampered across another row in the parking lot toward her car. She’d drive home and have her fun there. Maybe she’d have to sneak around Stacy. That variable was harder to predict. But that was also far less consequential to miss.

 

She reached her car, and not a moment too soon. Hina wouldn’t be the only one in the parking lot much longer. Her hand slipped around the door handle and tugged. It didn’t budge. Hina’s eyes widened, and she tugged on the door again. “…No…” she said, pulling on the handle more. She pulled, struggled, and fought. Nothing. The door made it clear. She was locked out of her car.

 

Her hand jumped to the sides of her thighs. No pockets. No keys. “….N-no way!” She turned and tried to look through the window. Her phone was forgotten in the cup holder. The keys were in her shorts. In the donation bin.

 

“No no no no no…!” Hina panicked under her breath, her knees wobbled as her futile efforts with the stubborn door handle continued. Did she really just do this to herself? Did she lock herself out of her car totally naked and miles from home!? “Th-the bin!” She gasped and took a look around the parking lot. She had to get to that donation bin!

 

The coast seemed clear, so Hina took off running. She could kick herself. A stupid risk turned into a total loss of control, and her adrenaline was still flowing. Her bare heels awkwardly slapped the pavement beneath her, allowing her chest and butt to bounce, dragging the little speed she had.

“Yeah, well, I’m not so sure about that. That seems shaky,” a voice said into a phone.

 

“Ah!” Hina squeaked and bolted behind a truck that was all too familiar. She heard a door open and another thunk. The same car that started earlier and was right in front of Hina was about to move. Would the driver be able to see her? She began to crawl towards the front of the truck so she could get out of view. Better safe than sorry.

 

Just as Hina was getting close to the front bumper, the other car started backing up. She started crawling faster, knowing she needed to get out of view. The car came to a sudden stop as Hina rounded the front of the truck and kept crawling to safety.

 

The car door opened. “Hang on a sec,” came the voice.

 

Hina’s eyes bulged, and she increased her pace. No way, was she seen? He addressed her! No no no no no no no! The naked brunette made her way to the passenger side of the truck. How on Earth would she explain crawling around in a parking lot totally naked!? She hoped and prayed the driver would just give up and leave before too long.

 

“Weird…. Yeah, I don’t know. The parking sensor just beeped at me like something was there… I hope not, I just bought this a week ago! Do you know what the neighbors would say if I bought this brand new and something was already…” Thunk. The car continued to back up, turned, and left.

Hina let out a long sigh and nearly collapsed on the pavement. The driver was just chatty on his phone. He didn’t see her. Technically, a parking sensor saw her, but the parking sensor didn’t know she was naked.

 

A hand moved to her forehead to wipe some sweat away, and her body trembled. Hina checked the immediate area around her and took off running for the donation bin. Once again, she was exposed besides what her hands could accommodate. The air glided over her naked body, reminding her of her reckless impulse.

 

Hina reached the donation bin, took another glance around, and pulled the little handle open. She stuck her arm in and her naked body pressed against the cool metal. Her hand waved uselessly inside. “Nooo… come on…” She pulled her arm back and tried to squeeze her head into the door. Her body was entirely unprotected, with her naked butt waving in the sun.

 

She could see her clothes, which were at the very bottom of the bin. Her clothes were the only thing in the bin, making them impossible to reach. Maybe if she got a stick… that could hook the belt loop of her shorts and…

 

HONK

 

“Ah!” Hina yelped and pulled away from the donation bin. She frantically turned her head, trying to see who saw her. She looked absolutely ridiculous, completely naked as she reached into the clothing donation bin. She saw the entry to the parking lot and a car slowly turning into it.

Hina crouched behind another car, shivering, shaking. What was she going to do? She couldn’t reach her clothes. She couldn’t drive home. She couldn’t call any of her friends for help. She was way too far from home to just walk, especially not naked. She glanced at the towering office building.

 

They had to know someone who could open the donation bin, but that would mean revealing herself. Somebody had to find out she was stuck naked for that to work. That would probably just end in security getting called on her or getting arrested.

 

…Except maybe for Donna. Revealing this situation would be rough, and Hina really only knew her through financial advice. At the same time, she was the only person who knew her and might be willing to help. She was Hina’s only hope.

 

Hina took a deep breath, staring at the entry to the office building. Somehow, Hina was going to have to be stealthy about this. Maybe she could find something to cover up with along the way. She’d have to.

 

Hina took those hesitant steps into the office building, the glass door sliding open. She put her hands in covering positions and could feel her tender, intimate quiver in response. This was exciting her a little too much. The wrong move would ruin everything.

 

The first thing Hina noticed in the lobby was a little waiting area with some furniture. Just some maroon cloth seats and a cheap coffee table. She made a mad sprint for it, quickly appreciating the carpet taking the place of firm tile and pavement. She panted, quickly thinking her plan wasn’t very well thought out, but what choice did she have?

 

Hina peeked from behind the couch, surveying the lobby of the office building. It was a vast, open area of colored tiles and long hallways. There was a central desk with a woman staring at a computer, sipping a drink. There was a directory board listing all the different businesses and offices that operated in the building.

 

The stairways and elevator were across the lobby from where Hina was. She’d have to sneak past that woman somehow. She searched the little furnished area around her. Atop it was something Hina could use: a newspaper! Whether it was provided by the building or forgotten by someone, Hina didn’t care. She smiled at the thought that she could hide her body with it.

 

She crept out from behind the couch, eyes focused on the woman at the desk. Hina stayed low, tiptoeing toward the newspaper and making the grab. She clutched it to her chest and retreated to the chair, briefly flashing the lobby her bare behind. Anyone could enter the lobby at any minute.

 

Hina sighed, she had a means of covering. This might just work. She started unfolding the newspaper and peeling a few pages apart, trying to create the broadest wall to protect herself. It crinkled with every little movement. As soon as she thought this idea might play out great, she also saw it as cartoonish and dumb. Maybe if this woman figured it out, she might find the humor in it? Or maybe Hina could pay her not to talk. Donna could help with that after all…

 

Hina gripped the paper and held it in front of herself. It was now or never. The newspaper was between her completely naked body and the woman’s eyes. She took awkward steps, keeping her front facing her as she slowly made her way across the lobby toward the elevator. There was a tiny twitch between her legs as her adrenaline continued to bubble. Why was this exciting her? She knew why, she just hated admitting it.

 

Then the woman looked up and did a double-take, making eye contact with Hina. She raised an eyebrow, noticing Hina’s bare feet. “…Hello there… Can I help you find someone?”

 

Hina froze. She was seen. Her nudity was hidden, but she had to handle a conversation. “O-oh! No, no thank you. I um… I know where I’m going.” Her voice cracked a tiny bit out of raw, overflowing embarrassment. Sweat rolled down her burning cheeks. “I um… I just love reading printed media!”

 

“…I can see that. Nice to see the last century hasn’t given up just yet.” The woman said, continuing to give Hina an odd look.

 

Then the door behind Hina slid open, and her blood ran cold. Someone was entering the building! Someone would see she’s naked! Hina held the newspaper toward her body and turned, her back facing the elevator. She awkwardly giggled, going further and further toward the stainless steel doors.

 

She got another awkward glance from the woman that just entered. Did she see? Does she know? Hina’s mind was panicking as she kept reversing toward the door.

 

“Hello, can I help you find something?” the desk attendant asked.

 

“Yes, I’m looking for my attorney, could you point me to the office of Mr-”

 

“Eep!” Hina yelped, feeling a sudden coldness on her bare backside. Her hands jumped to her mouth to contain her reaction. The elevator doors were cold, and her bare butt just pressed into them, leaving a print. Her face took on more saturation from her blush as the newspaper scattered to the ground, completely revealing her nakedness.

 

She didn’t dare look at the other two women for a reaction. Instead, Hina bolted for the stairs, scrambling up every step. They’d know, and there was enough evidence for them to find out!

 

Once she made it to the top, she put her hands on her knees and panted. A print of her butt. She left a print of her completely naked butt right there on the elevator door. To make matters worse, she had already lost the newspaper. There was no way to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything now. Hina didn’t wait to see if they were going to find out or follow her. She was on the stairs, and she was going to have to climb.

 

There was one advantage to using the stairs. Most people were less likely to use them, and the further up she went, the better those odds were. She kept a hand between her legs, and the other stayed on the rail for a safe grip. That left her breasts free to bounce with each step. She could only hope Donna would understand.

 

There was also one major disadvantage in using the stairs. The building was tall, and Donna’s office was fourteen floors up. Hina had jogged up four and already felt her calf muscles complaining, along with a thin layer of sweat breaking out across her skin. Her legs burned, and she stumbled a little at the top of the fifth floor.

 

Hina put her hands on her knees and panted, needing a quick break. As she tried to catch her breath, she inspected her body. It had a slight shine, her nipples were still hard as rocks, and her smooth sex seemed slightly swollen. How could she still be turned on?

 

She shook her head and moved onto the next set of stairs, albeit at a slower pace. Slipping as she was right now would be just about the worst thing that could happen. As Hina crested toward the top of the sixth floor, she recoiled back into the stairwell. She saw someone, a woman with a tall stack of papers in a heavy box heading her way.

 

Wait and let them pass. Just wait and let them pass. Hina thought to herself. If she could just keep calm, she could easily avoid this distracted woman who was about to take an aimless step down the stairs she was hiding in. Her eyes widened as she saw the woman approach. Wait, she was in danger!

 

“I just have to… whoaaaAAA!” The woman gasped and lost her balance.

 

Panic took to Hina, but her veins were already soaked with adrenaline. “L-look out!” She extended her arms and caught the woman. The box slipped from her hands, and her face bounced into Hina’s chest. Papers flew everywhere, scattering like confetti. A pair of glasses slipped from her nose and tumbled a couple of steps.

 

“Oh! Oh…. oh my goodness…” The woman aimlessly waved a hand around. “I’m so sorry!”

 

Hina’s blood went cold as the woman tried to balance herself, her face awkwardly brushing Hina’s cleavage. Once Hina was sure she was safe, she moved her hands to cover positions. That woman just fell face-first into her breasts. This was more than being seen. This was being touched. And Hina wasn’t out of trouble yet. “H-hey, it’s no big deal, j-just um… right place right time!” Her brain was in panic mode as her arms squeezed her chest. How would she explain being naked?

 

“No, no, that deserves a bigger thank you from me. I could have been really hurt. Um…” She continued to wave her hands around. “I don’t suppose you see my glasses? I can barely see without them.”

 

“Your glasses…?” Hina blinked. It was the best bad luck she could have. Stuck naked around someone who can barely see shapes without corrective eyewear. That’s why she didn’t say anything about Hina’s nudity. She glanced up and down the stairs covered in scattered papers, and saw the pair of glasses. “O-oh, they’re right here, let me get them for you…” Hina attempted to play it cool, to go down and reach for the glasses. She bent down, feeling her body being so exposed in plain sight of the woman she had just saved.

 

Hina snatched the glasses from the ground. The lenses were quite thick. Almost fishbowls on a frame. Once this woman had them, she’d see Hina’s nakedness in all the detail she could see. “H-here you go. I’d um… I’d help you with your papers, but I’m really late, sorry!”

 

“Thank you,” the woman put the glasses on and gave a few blinks, as Hina was already hurrying up the next set of stairs. “I don’t know how to repay you, miss… miss?”

 

Hina had a “saved your life” card, and she didn’t play it. It would have been awkward, but that woman probably at least would have been at least willing to loan her a sweater, a jacket, literally anything. As it was, she came as close to being seen as possible, and she didn’t want to go any closer than that. Instead, her legs were pumping her up to the next floor. She was halfway there and already winded and stumbling.

 

If I wasn’t naked, I could just use the elevator… she thought. But what if someone was on it waiting? What if someone else got on with her? She’d be trapped naked in a little box with no way of knowing what’s on the other side of the door. But after everything, Hina was only halfway up the building.

Maybe… she could at least check it.

 

Hina reached the top step on the seventh floor. Her heart raced as she looked in each direction, keeping her arms over her intimates. This was either a gamble or a bad idea. Was there really a difference? Hina really had no way to tell if Donna would still be at her office or en route to a lunch break.

 

She could hear voices, but didn’t see anyone. The naked brunette held her breath as she took tepid steps toward the cold stainless steel doors. The light on top read “1”. There was no sign of it changing. Hina glanced around her again and pressed the button to summon it. An electric hum followed, and there was a subtle vibration in the ground. The number began to count up.

 

As long as it didn’t stop… Hina would have the elevator to herself. And it didn’t stop, the number continued to climb until it displayed “7” with a small ding. She bolted to the wall, just in case, and peeked her head into the elevator.

 

Empty.

 

Hina breathed a small sigh of relief, wiped a little dampness from her forehead, and ran into the elevator. She mashed the button for floor 14 and watched the doors slide shut. The elevator shook and began to rise.

 

She exhaled. “I’m almost out of this…” Hina glanced at the reflective walls of the elevator’s interior. Her skin had a slight shine as a result of running up all those stairs, and her hair was a bit of a mess. Her hands moved to her hair. There wasn’t much she could do to make herself more presentable.

Hina smoothed out her hair and blushed. “Well… at least that looks alright.” The one bang sat in the middle where it was supposed to, and the rest of her shoulder-length hair parted along the middle. The elevator came to a stop, and she took a deep breath. If she could sneak through this floor, she could reach Donna.

 

“How do I explain this to her… ‘Oh I donated my clothes and forgot to take my keys out?’” It wasn’t a lie, but it sounded absolutely ridiculous. She took a breath, thinking she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. She mentally prepared her nerves for another streak as the doors opened. And then she saw another woman, looking more than a little confused.

 

They stared for a long moment. Hina’s eyes went up to the sign, and saw the number 11 where she expected 14.

 

The ambiance of buzzing lights was deafening.

 

“….H-hi…” Hina’s voice squeaked. It was over. Her good luck ran out. She’d be thrown out and arrested.

 

“…Hello…” The woman continued to give Hina a strange stare, before glancing at a wrist watch, and looking at Hina again. She stepped inside and pushed the button to close the door. “I… assume you’re going up?”

 

Hina had no idea what else to do, but gave a slow nod. She was trapped! Naked in the elevator, and someone else was seeing her?

 

“Mhm,” the woman nodded, taking another look at Hina. Her confusion never left. “So what are you doing naked in the building’s elevator?”

 

Hina froze. What would be a good explanation? She got a little excited and bit off more than she could chew? Some ridiculous accident where she lost everything? Casual Friday? No… that was the dumbest one. It was Wednesday.

 

“It’s… for… charity…?” Hina’s voice squeaked half an octave higher.

 

“…Charity streaking?” The woman folded her arms. “So somebody is donating money to a good cause because you wanted to run around naked?”

 

“I-I never meant to go in the building…!” Hina placed a hand over her mouth. “I… um… please don’t tell anyone! M-maybe you can help, I got a little reckless and-”

 

“Don’t!” The woman said with a vindictive tone. She looked at Hina and smirked. “Believe it or not, I’ve heard of what you’re doing. And honestly, I think it’s wonderful.”

 

Hina blinked. She had to be joking, right? “Y-you have…?”

 

“Of course! I think it’s wonderful to support such noble causes.” She cleared her throat and looked her over. “Are you heading to the roof?”

 

“Oh n-no, I was um… actually-”

 

“But you have to go to the roof,” she grinned, reaching toward the controls. She canceled some floor requests and requested the highest floor of the building. Number 16. “I’ve heard of your charity streaks. If you tend to your body’s urges, which you clearly have, the donation made is substantially larger.”

 

“U-urges…. Urges!?” Hina moved her hands into covering positions and squeezed tightly. “No no no no no, I don’t… I’m not here to… M-Miss, this is a big misunderstanding!” She exhaled. She had to climb out of this hole before it grew any deeper. “…I… I’m not doing this for charity, I… put my clothes in the donation bin and forgot to take my keys out…”

 

The woman smirked. “The truly generous ones are so humble. I respect that.” She then looked in the mirror and made a small adjustment to her tightly kept pony-tail. “I’ll see to it you’re undisturbed.”

 

“Undisturbed… no, no Miss, you don’t understand! I was trying to reach Donna Plex, she’s my-”

 

“Ms. Plex?” She blinked, looking Hina up and down. “So a naked, pent-up girl is on her way to Ms. Plex?” She let out an audible laugh. “I knew it!” The woman gave Hina a sly look. “I’ve won a wager among some friends.”

 

The elevator door dinged and opened, granting access to the 16th floor.

 

“I-I’m not pent up!” She lied. “I’m just… I’m just…”

 

“Hush. You have your fun, I get a little secret, and roofing for low-income houses gets taken care of. Everybody wins.” The woman stated, stepping out and led the way toward the roof. “If you insist on meeting Ms. Plex, then I won’t stop you. But I can only promise you’ll be undisturbed on the roof.”

Hina’s face turned redder and redder as she trembled before following. “M-Miss, I’m not here to… I can’t just… y-you don’t understand, I’m not-”

 

“Wait!” The woman stared at Hina with her eyes up. “…Of course! How did I not see this? Greater risk, greater reward. You’ll be more satisfied if you make bolder choices. It’s just like any successful entrepreneur!” She put a hand to her chin. “…I wonder if that makes your sponsor donate more…”

 

There was no getting through this woman. At the very least, she wasn’t harshly judging Hina. Especially considering what she thought was going on. But as tempting as that moment of privacy was, Hina had to keep moving. Maybe… just maybe…

 

“O-of course!” Hina blushed. “S-sorry, awkward topic, but um… errr ahh… y-yeah. Bigger risk? Bigger f-fun!” Hina faked a smile. “The um… sneaking the halls of the office really adds to it!”

 

The woman nodded and went back to the elevator and pressed the button for floor 14. “Very well, I’ll take you to Ms. Plex’s floor.”

 

Hina gave a small sigh. Control. There was a tiny bit of control. “Th-thank you.” It was a short ride down to floor 14. She’d be out of this mess she dug herself into soon enough. She’d be back in her car, well on the way home. Maybe a nice long shower, for more than one reason, was in order.

A ding followed, and the door opened to floor 14 at last.

 

Hina took a look around in each direction of the hallway, gulping to herself. She could see Donna’s door at the far end of the hallway. “Th-thanks again for um… being cool.” The act continued.

 

“…I was in college once.” She cleared her throat. “I do have a meeting to attend, so I can’t escort you further, but I do have one request.” She smirked at Hina once more, the light shining off her lenses.

 

Hina looked at her and looked confused. “W-what’s that?”

 

“Try not to make a mess.” The woman stated, closing the door, sealing Hina off from her only other ally.

 

“A mess…” Her face brightened. “M-Miss, I didn’t come here to…!” And Hina was too late. That elevator was well on its way to another destination. Her shoulders slacked. “…touch myself…” She said under her breath.

 

Hina sighed and turned to face the hallway. At least she was alone again. The hallway ahead looked to be easy to sneak through as well. There were a lot of personal offices, just with some glass doors to stay clear of. She took a deep breath, moved her arms to cover herself, and started her run.

She slowed to a halt, seeing a light come on from one of the offices, and moved to the ground. Hina gulped and kept crawling, dragging her bare body against the ground. Keep moving. Keep moving. You’re almost there. You’re almost safe.

 

She heard squeaky wheels from a cleaning cart and froze. Her head frantically turned, and she saw the cart was behind her, in the middle of turning the corner. “N-no!” She gasped under her breath. The naked brunette bolted to her feet, running as hard as her legs could carry her, and rushed through the door, slamming it behind her.

 

A long sigh escaped her. “…I made it…”

 

“I can have reports on that ready by the…end… of… the day…”

 

Hina’s heart sank, and her head craned toward the source of the voice. Donna was sitting there, phone in hand, staring at the most awkward sight imaginable in front of her.

 

“I’ll call you back as soon as I can,” Donna stated. She put the phone on the receiver and stared at Hina for a moment.

 

“H-hey, Donna. I’m um… I’m back.” Hina faked a smile on her crimson face, desperately covering her tight nipples and twitching sex.

 

“Hello again, Hina…what on Earth happened to your clothes?” She asked.

 

“I um… I errr…” There really wasn’t a good explanation. Not the truth, not any insane lie she could come up with. “I um… donated them. But I accidentally donated my keys. I um… I need those back.” She gave a sheepish grin. “Can you help me out?”

 

“You donated them… you stripped off everything and… donated them.” Donna’s confusion could only climb with that explanation. She folded her arms.

 

“I was um… really in the spirit of it. You know, after organizing all those donations with you!” Hina wasn’t even sure what else to say anymore. She just hoped Donna would be understanding. “C-couldn’t get enough of helping people out!”

 

“Right…” Donna cleared her throat. “Alright, wait here. I know who has the key to the donation bins.” She stood up and gave Hina a bashful smile. “You just… catch your breath.”

 

There was a little tension in the air, with Hina hearing her own pulse as Donna approached. Her hands gave a light squeeze to her intimates, as if that hid them better. This was the second person to properly see her naked, and she was coming closer.

 

The well-dressed woman bit her lip and gave Hina an awkward stare. “I need to get through the door to help you.” She stated.

 

“Oh! R-right, of course!” Hina’s face was long past boiling over with blush, as she took a few tentative steps out of the way of the door. “I um… I won’t go anywhere. Th-thank you.”

Donna nodded and stepped out of the office, shutting the door behind her.

 

Hina exhaled, her arms going slack. She spotted a chair and almost collapsed into it. This was almost over. Donna would get her keys, and Hina could get away. She tried to just sit there, breathe, and reflect on everything that happened. Her situation could have been worse. Only two people truly saw her. The woman she saved was a close third, if it wasn’t for her glasses.

 

She glanced at the clock. A minute felt like an hour, but at least she was safe in the privacy of Donna’s office. She took a moment to look around. There was another door off to the side. Likely some kind of closet. There was a window that overlooked the city streets.

 

Hina bit her lip. “Fourteen floors up… I should be pretty safe…” She stood up, arms cradling her breasts as she approached the window. The sun-warmed carpet greeted her toes, sending a pleasant little wave up her body. She stepped further into, and blushed with a little smile.

 

She was so far away from her clothes, there was still a chance to see her. And yet… it was quite peaceful and warm up here. Hina turned and bared her backside to the window, feeling the heat of the sun come down on her smooth tush. “Ooh…” she purred. The tension started to melt, her shoulders slacking, her legs wobbling less. A few more tiny steps backwards brought more of that sweet warmth.

 

Hina giggled and regained her focus. It was the tallest building on the block. She’d be too far away from anyone to make out any details. At best, she was a fleshy blur.

 

Her eyes looked over Donna’s workspace. There was a stack of papers, a laptop, a few photographs, and a stainless steel thermos sitting atop a little coaster. But most importantly, there was her chair. It was big, it was leather, it was cushioned, and like any other office chair, it had the star of casters beneath it. Nothing in this office looked cheap.

 

The naked brunette bit her lip, looking at the chair, and then at the window. Then she looked at the clock. Only a couple of minutes had passed, and there was no telling how long it would take her to come back. Just be quick. Enjoy it for a minute and then put it back.

 

Hina stepped behind Donna’s desk and wheeled the chair over to the window. She shivered in anticipation and held her bare behind over the seat cushion. Of all things, she giggled and lowered herself.

 

The surface was impossibly soft and smooth as it met her skin. Little tingles ran up her back, and she shivered. Her hands reached for her bare breasts and gave them a light squeeze. Doing something like this would have been mortifying to her not too long ago. Now, one moment of privacy was all she needed to be so impulsive.

 

Hina lifted her legs and placed her feet against the glass, spreading her thighs as she reclined. The warm sunlight shone over her skin, reflecting the thin layer of sweat and excitement that came from between her legs.

 

“Ooh…” Hina closed her eyes. She massaged her breasts as she leaned back. So naked, so far from home, and yet so eager to let her hands wander. One hand kept rubbing her breast in a slow, circular motion, gently toying with her firm nipple. The other slid down her stomach toward before finding her needy core.

 

“Mmm…” She shouldn’t, but the warmth wrapping around her said go for it. There she was, naked in an office chair, her feet propping her up against the window, exposing herself, and clearly masturbating for the world. Nobody would see her on this stage.

 

Her hand worked more frantically. She was getting close. That temptation was there ever since she left her clothes in that bin, and now relief was on its way. A tiny voice in her mind begged her to stop. To slow down. At least check for a tissue box first.

 

“Ah… hah… nhh…” Hina bit her lip. Just a little more and-

 

“Ahem,” came the throat clearing.

 

Hina’s eyes shot open, as her pussy twitched in protest, demanding she finish. Her head turned, and she saw Donna standing there. Her thighs clamped shut, and toying hands tried to cover.

The color drained from Hina’s face. “D-Donna! I was just um… I-it’s not what it looks like!”

Donna closed her eyes and tried to look away. “Miss Hina, what are you doing? If you’re really that pent up, I have a personal restroom.” She gestured toward that door in the corner.

Hina blinked, “Y-you do?”

 

“Yes, they don’t let just anyone handle a high-profile account like yours, you know.” Donna approached the desk and placed the set of keys on it. “I’ve retrieved your keys.”

 

Hina gulped. How could she have been so stupid? So reckless? She just got caught completely naked and masturbating in her accountant’s chair! “Th-thank you… um… I should probably get going…” She bit her lip and tried to cover her body as best she could. It still begged her to finish. Then something dawned on her. “W-what about my clothes?”

 

Donna looked away. “You only mentioned your keys… your clothes have been collected. They’re on their way to a processing center now. They usually wash clothes before giving them away.”

 

“M-my clothes are gone? You didn’t…”  Hina’s body trembled as realization cascaded into her. “So… I have to… all the way again… l-like this…” There was a small twitch between her legs. It blurred the line between nervousness for excitement.

 

“…I’ll escort you,” Donna stated, blushing as she looked over Hina. “I’ll ensure the coast is clear before you have to make sudden moves.”

 

Hina blinked. She wasn’t about to complain about someone willing to help her, that was the whole reason she came up here, after all. This wasn’t the reaction she expected, though. “Y-you’re… not mad about… you know…?” She gestured toward the chair.

 

Donna took a deep breath and even had a small blush of her own. “Miss Hina, would you be interested in knowing why someone would work so hard to have a personal restroom in their office?”  She reached into her pocket and revealed a small key. She moved to her desk and slid the key into the lock of a small drawer.

 

“…Because it would be cleaner?” Hina wasn’t sure how else to respond.

 

“That’s a good reason. Not the only one, but a very good one.” The key turned in the drawer with a small click. “Tell nobody of what you’re about to see.”

 

The drawer slid open. Donna shuffled a few papers and binders out of the way and revealed a small, egg-shaped object with a wired controller.

 

Hina’s face was a fierce shade of red. Donna closed the drawer and relocked it.

 

“…Would you like to finish before you leave?” She gestured toward the restroom.

 

Hina shook her head. “N-no no… I um… I err… I can wait. Ah, heh heh.”

 

Donna nodded and led Hina toward the door. “Very well, follow me.”

 

“W-wait, hold on.” Hina turned and snatched her keys from Donna’s desk and scampered to follow the better-dressed woman. “Is the coast clear? I thought I saw someone before I got in…”

 

“The custodian is preoccupied. Move quickly if you don’t want to say hello,” said, entering the hallways.

 

Hina watched Donna step out before she made a quick move into the hallway. There was no choice but to follow her. She was at Donna’s mercy in a way. Everything just kept getting weirder and harder to anticipate. It felt so strange to be running naked down the open halls of an office, following someone else who was completely dressed.

 

Donna pressed the button to summon the elevator as Hina caught up to her.

 

“Um… th-thanks again for helping me… I really didn’t know what to do…” Hina said, constantly checking different directions.

 

Ding

 

“It’s no trouble,” Donna stated, leading Hina into the elevator. “Though I must say, your kink is a little peculiar.”

 

Hina followed, blushing harder. Great, she was going to talk about that. “Well… um… o-okay you caught me… it’s kind of embarrassing to explain…”

 

Donna entered a certain number combination before choosing the ground floor. The doors closed.

“It’s certainly unique. I’ve never seen someone get excited quite that way about making donations.”

 

“I guess it sort of started when…” Hina blinked. “…Wait, what?”

 

“You gave so selflessly, and couldn’t resist that bin. Next thing you know, you’re teetering on the edge of tension.” She adjusted her glasses and smirked. “I suppose we’re in an era where there are many ways to experiment.”

 

Hina stared for a moment, keeping her hands covering herself. “I um… ahh…”

 

“There’s little to be ashamed of, Miss Hina. I think some might even be jealous. You derive such pleasures from a source that few can even accommodate.” She nodded. “Though I would suggest caution. If donating is thrilling, it can be easy to lose track of your personal wealth.”

Hina’s head jutted back. “…Hold on…you don’t mean-”

 

“I can help you do such things responsibly and ensure that gainful investments make sustainable donations.” She smiled as the numbers on the elevator ticked lower and lower. “That way, every year, people are helped, I get my commission, and you, of course, get your adrenaline rush. Everybody wins.”

 

Hina was going to have to sneak around outside again soon, but she was too thrown off by what Donna was saying to focus. “Wait, you think I’m… o-oh my gosh… Donna, that’s not… um…”

 

“I understand the topic is awkward. You think about it,” Donna stated.

 

Ding

 

Hina jumped. They were on the first floor already? She gripped her keys, and her heart began to race as the elevator doors slid open. “Ah… hah…”

 

“My goodness, you’re salivating at the thought already,” Donna thought, looking at Hina as her breathing picked up. “I’ll strike up a conversation with the attendant, you head for the door once I’ve started.” She stepped out of the elevator and headed for the central desk.

 

There was no time to correct Donna, with her already getting away. Hina peeked her head out of the elevator, looking around the lobby. There were two people besides her, and her window of opportunity was temporarily open. Hina took a deep breath, gripped her keys, and ran for the exit.

 

Hina didn’t dare look back. She just ran, feeling crisp, cool air whip over her absolute nakedness. She slowed to an awkward shimmy as the glass doors automatically opened for her. The air outside was a touch warmer, and the pavement beneath her feet was firmer. She could feel her intimates almost jumping against her covering hand.

 

The brunette spotted her car and this time didn’t check around her. She just started running across the parking lot. She was almost there. Almost home free. She ran past the row of cars. The truck she hid by earlier was still there. Her nude reflection matched her pace as she bolted to the next row. Her car was just ahead of her.

 

Hina mashed the unlock button until the taillights blinked, and almost ripped the door off its hinges. She climbed inside and slammed it shut.

 

“Ah… ah… oh my God…” Hina’s hands dove between her legs, her body having lost all its patience. A finger slipped passed and her hips jumped. Another hand gripped her breast, massaging it. The coil within her had been twisted so tight over the entire ordeal that it wrapped around itself.

 

The car seat was warm, almost hot from being in the sun all day. A feeling that was only adding to her desire to roll up into a little ball.

 

Instead, Hina gasped and arched her back. She screamed and felt herself break. In a flash, her mind replayed everything. Hiding between cars, sneaking into the office, having others find her, exposing herself on Donna’s chair, only to get caught. The intense throbbing soaked her hands as her vision whited out.

 

Her body went slack in the car seat, and her pulse began to settle to a murmur. Hina could only sit there and pant. She let out a deeply satisfied hum as she looked over herself, and a few giggles came after. “Time… time to go home…” Hina reached for her keys and put them in the ignition.

It was time for a nice, quick drive home, and she could shower. She could relax for the rest of the day.

 

Her car rumbled to life, and her fingers went for the air conditioner. If there was one thing Hina needed, it was to cool off. And the vents gave the naked, sweaty girl their mercy. Then she brought her phone to the screen to plan her route. With the outfit she originally wore gone, she’d have to drive home naked.

 

Just a quick, 50 mile drive.