I'm Mr Jefferson's busy executive assistant, and I'm so sick of inventors turning up here at the office trying to get appointments with him to sell their inventions! Half of them seem crazy to me, and most of their inventions don't work. I'm especially annoyed today, cos this one guy's been so persistent with phoning up, and now he's barged into the office to make a nuisance of himself. Mr Jefferson isn't even here today! I refuse to make him an appointment, and when he offers (threatens) to demonstrate his invention on me, I call security to kick him out. He points some kind of remote control...

I'm Mr Jefferson's busy executive assistant, and I'm so sick of inventors turning up here at the office trying to get appointments with him to sell their inventions! Half of them seem crazy to me, and most of their inventions don't work. I'm especially annoyed today, cos this one guy's been so persistent with phoning up, and now he's barged into the office to make a nuisance of himself. Mr Jefferson isn't even here today! I refuse to make him an appointment, and when he offers (threatens) to demonstrate his invention on me, I call security to kick him out. He points some kind of remote control at me, and obviously, I don't feel a thing. Another piece of junk that does nothing! But a few seconds later, back at my desk and talking to a colleague, I realise my left hand seems to have developed a mind of its own, and seems to want to undress me! Soon my right hand joins in. I panic for a minute but try to maintain calm - I'm sure I can control this. Colleagues are beginning to look strangely at me, as I twitch my cardigan off my shoulders, and repeatedly pull it hurriedly back up. Soon a crowd is beginning to gather; however much I try to shoo them away, they seem concerned that I'm now repeatedly pulling up my skirt, revealing my slip and even my panties and stocking tops! Mortified, I find my hands unzipping my dress, and flinging it away from me - I'm standing in a crowded office with everyone looking on at me in my slip and lingerie. But that's not the end. Just as I think it's over, I realise my hands aren't done yet. They start plucking at my slip, my bra, my panties... Surely I'm not going to end up fully naked in front of everyone??!!