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Exposed at the Office

This story was written after someone requested an ENF story. I hope you enjoy!

PRELUDE

I knew I needed to make an impression. Everyone else in the office was so glamorous, so smart! When I started there, I felt like a little church mouse in my trousers and jackets, my polo necks and sensible, flat shoes. I was in awe of the girls' confidence as they strutted around on their high heels, their skirts clinging around their hips and showing off hints of stocking tops; their shoulders on display in tight vest tops or clinging, silky blouses with plunging necklines; their faces fully made up with pouting red lips and sultry black mascara. And the guys, in their tailored business suits and shining, polished shoes...wow. They were so wordly wise, so self-assured. They walked like they could conquer the world. They probably could.

I cringed as I remembered my two-week appraisal in Mr Daniels' office. He was the ultimate in confidence; it oozed out of him. Over six feet tall, a hint of a tan still on his skin from his skiing holiday, jacket hung on the back of his chair, powerful shoulder muscles visible in the cling of his Italian cotton shirt. My knock at the door sounded pathetic, even to me; I felt like a child summoned to see the Principal. I don't think he even heard the first knock. I tried again.

"Come!" His voice carried all the authority of a man who is used to being obeyed. Who has never known anything otherwise. His instruction shot straight to a part of my ...

... mind it shouldn't have done, the double meaning electrifying my body as thoughts of orgasms rippled from my mind and out to my fingertips and toes. I felt my nipples harden under my sensible jacket as I pushed the door open, urging myself to get a grip.

It was plain that Mr Daniels did not have a clue who I was. I'd been working there for two weeks, and he hadn't even noticed me. He checked my tasks list, my reports, the feedback from my supervisors on his tablet. He nodded curtly; all was okay. I knew my work was good. My breath caught in my throat; I was so desperate to impress him! He put the tablet down. His cold, blue-grey eyes travelled up and down my body, taking me in: my sensible flat shoes, a plain brown trouser suit over a cream knitted polo neck, my hair in a ponytail, and just the merest hint of makeup. A trace of a smile played on his lips.

"Do you like working here?" he asked.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. God, I was like some little schoolgirl! "Sir," I added. I felt a blush creep up my neck to my cheeks, the flush painting me redder than any rouge could have done.

"We have an important client meeting on Monday. The CEO and the international sales team from their head office will all be in conference room 1. First impressions count. We need everyone to look the part. Can you see if you can work on that?" he said, a flick of his hand indicating my outfit.

"Y-yes, Sir," I gasped. "Of course, Sir."

"Good," he said, and picked up his office phone. "Sophie, ...