This choice: Mitsuru fights with the filing cabinet. • Go Back...Chapter #5Mitsuru fights with the filing cabinet. by: doragom333   Weighing the options she had in her head, Mitsuru quickly discarded any thoughts of escape, despite strongly wanting to at that moment. Not only would it send a message of weakness towards the Student Council and, by extension, the entire school, but today was the deadline for finishing the new budget plans for all of the school clubs. Between everything on Mitsuru's busy plate, this meeting right now was the only chance she had to review and approve of this year's plan. The issue was, without her approval, the plan could not be submitted, and if the plan wasn't submitted today, then the 30 or so clubs all around the school would be completely without funds for the next three months, the blame for which would all be placed squarely on her shoulders, obviously.
As for seeking aid from the other students, Mitsuru looked around the room once more to see if any would be willing. Unfortunately, the warm weather meant that not a single person had a jacket, sweater, scarf, or other superfluous garment of sufficient coverage. And according to the glances most of the boys kept making, it seemed they would rather like it the longer she was left like this. In fact, the shock her sudden disrobement had on all of the council members was beginning to fade away. For the girls as well, frozen stares were slowly melting away to wry smiles of amusement, and those that had turned their gazes of our respect or fear were quickly diminishing, all eyes returning front and center. As whispers and stifled laughter began to creep up from the back of the room, Mitsuru knew that she had to act now.
Maintaining her hands in front of her panties and putting on her best poker face, Mitsuru addressed the Council, "It seems I have had some difficulty with the filing cabinets. Please, allow me a moment before we continue."
Several of the students blinked in response, a few mouths parted lips as if to say something, but no one did.
Good, everyone is silent again. I believe that has bought me some time, Mitsuru thought to herself.
Taking a deep, silent breath, Mitsuru turned around to face the filing cabinet, tugged the back of her blouse as far down as it could go, which unfortunately wasn't very much, and examined the cabinet in front of her. Just as her cursory glance had informed her, one of the side seams had torn apart completely, splitting the skirt evenly down its entire length. She grasped the skirt with one hand and gave it a couple quick pulls. Nothing. She then knelt a little to test the cabinet drawer. It remained shut.
Mitsuru grimaced. It looked like brute force was going to be her only option in retrieving her skirt. It would be disastrous if it ripped more, but she figured that If she could get it out at least mostly intact, she might be able to use some of the office supplies to salvage it in some way, allowing her to continue the meeting with at least some decorum.
"Fushimi," Mitsuru spoke firmly.
"Y-yes?" Chihiro, who moments ago was taking a fascination to the ceiling tiles, replied nervously.
"I need your assistance," Mitsuru directed, pointing at the cabinet drawer. "When I give the word, lift and pull the drawer."
"Um, okay," she said, nodding and doing her best to keep her eyes at or above chest level.
With Chihiro in position, Mitsuru crouched to ready herself to free her garment. She winced as she could feel her blouse sliding up above her hips, realizing that, bent over as she was, she her panty-clad posterior was now completely exposed to the entire council. Just 30 seconds, that's all I will need, she thought, doing her best to keep herself motivated enough to stay in control.
"Ready, pull!" Mitsuru commanded.
With a heave, Mitsuru dug her heels into the floor and tugged at her skirt, while Chihiro tried her best to work the drawer loose. Unfortunately, after three full attempts, neither skirt nor cabinet were making any leeway.
As she paused to catch her breath, Mitsuru could hear whispers rising again. She was starting to lose control of the room, and she knew it. This is turning into a complete fiasco... Do they seriously not think I can hear them, their snickers at how my bottom wiggles as I attempt to preserve my modesty?
Mitsuru gritted her teeth, and made one last attempt, pouring all of her strength into pulling backwards. With the resistance this endeavor had provided thus far, Mitsuru was caught off guard as the skirt gave way with a loud tear. However, her excess momentum sent her hurdling backwards, stumbling into the center table with a loud thud, and falling to the floor.
Adding insult to injury, a nearby water bottle one of the students had carelessly left uncapped at the edge of the table was knocked over from the impact, drenching the unfortunate redhead with its contents.
Incomprehensibly muttering under her breath, Mitsuru cleared her wet hair from the face to find a good portion of her skirt in her hands. As for its condition, it was-   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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