Wet T-Shirt Competition

I might have gone a little overboard with this one- maybe that's the reason I'm still dripping wet as I post this... For all of my VIP members, head over to Discord to check out the video of yours truly that goes along with this post as well.

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Walking back to my desk, I collided with Trevor, the office idiot whose father worked upstairs. He’d gotten the job solely based on his last name, and since he’d been working here, it seemed like he’d been trying his hardest to lose that job. He’d file papers incorrectly, jam the copier in unheard of ways, and just now, he’d spilled his entire water bottle down my chest.

“Here, let me help.”

Without even asking me, his hands were reaching up to grab the first button on my shirt, ready to strip me right then and there.

“I’ve got it!”

Storming off, I made it into the bathroom where I began unbuttoning my shirt to try and dry it off under the hand dryers. Each one I tried though just blew out the most meager stream of cold air.

Fuck…

Even after pulling out half of the paper towel dispenser, it looked like a lost cause- only an actual dryer was going to fix this, so peeking out of the bathroom door, I looked out to see if I could make it back to my desk to grab a spare jacket from my closet and head out of here for the day. My undershirt was basically skin tight as it clung to my soaked body, and both of my nipples were hard and pointing at anyone that cared to look.

I couldn’t work like this.

Stepping out onto the office floor again, I tried to carefully walk back to my desk, slow enough not to turn any glances but fast enough to get this over with. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t fast enough. My boss intercepted me about three feet from my destination, and I saw his eyes widen with lust and confusion. I knew that I could try and explain what had happened, but he would always give Trevor a pass.

So, I was stuck chatting with him for a few minutes until he mercifully walked away without mentioning anything about my wardrobe. Turning around, I thought that I’d maybe gotten away without any major embarrassment, but once I saw my coworker’s phone disappear back inside his office, I realized that that was just an inevitability now. My boss hadn’t asked any questions because he knew he could just ask my coworker later once he went to get a copy of the video…