Dress Code, part 2 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 2

... away her panty hose, bra, and panties, none of which had been in compliance with the firm’s strict dress code. Wearing her skirt without underwear or hose would not be too embarrassing, but her lack of a bra would be all too evident for the rest of the day, as she had selected a thin silk blouse that morning. Without her bra, the effect would be almost obscene. Still, there was nothing to be done. She put on the blouse and buttoned it as quickly as she could, hoping not to give away her true feeling of embarrassed haste, and she felt her cheeks flush at the prospect of all her coworkers knowing she was sans bra for the rest of the day. Stepping into her skirt, she zipped it and looked around for a mirror to see how bad the effect was. Not too surprisingly, his very masculine office did not offer a mirror. She adjusted her hair as well as she could and hoped for the best. She looked at him nervously and almost shyly, and was reassured by his friendly eyes, which belied the coolness of the rest of his expression. “You are dismissed, Miss Burlington. I trust you will be able to follow the firm’s policies for at least the rest of the day. And perhaps even tomorrow.” She noticed that he had adjusted his clothing while she had gotten dressed, and he was once more the picture of professional decorum. With his words, he returned his attention to some files on his desk and showed no further interest in her. Anne walked to the door somewhat unsteadily, her legs shaky, and an odd ...

... feeling in her stomach. She felt a bit the way she had the morning she had walked back to her dorm room in freshman year of college after losing her virginity unexpectedly (but wonderfully) to a close friend. The same feeling of “Did that really happen? Was that really me who did that?” echoed through her mind as she walked to the door of his office. As she left his office she realized that she’d have to pass by Miss Jones’s appraising glance, and she tried to hurry past without meeting the attractive assistant’s eyes. It was not to be. “Miss Burlington, please don’t leave just yet.” Somehow talking to the attractive blonde, who had been complicit in the events earlier and had taken her offending clothes away and enjoyed Anne’s nudity and embarrassment, was almost as “bad” as her punishment at the hands of her handsome boss. Miss Jones had even surreptitiously, apparently without Mr. Slater’s knowledge, tweaked one of Anne’s nipples on her way out. Despite her clothes, she felt naked in front of Miss Jones. Part of that was her cool demeanor, but it was also the fact that both women knew that Anne was “naked under her clothes.” That is, that she was wearing no undergarments, and worse, that the reason was that she had been punished. Further, Miss Jones undoubtedly knew exactly what had happened in Mr. Slater’s office. Perhaps it had happened to her as well. At the very least it was clear that it had happened to other female employees in the past. Something about the way she had ...