Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... an individual level, to best fit the needs of the firm, as determined by the senior partner.’ Does that ring a bell?” She gulped as she nodded. She had always interpreted that to mean that the firm reserved the right to loosen the dress code when the circumstances called for it. Otherwise, as the code was written, employees would have to wear full “business” wear even at events such as the company softball game. But now she suspected that her boss was going to exercise the authority that the code of conduct granted him in a different way. “Miss Burlington, for you, today, the majority of the dress code will still apply. I am, however, going to make an alteration, in the form of deleting part of the required attire for the rest of the day.” This wasn’t as bad as Anne had feared. She assumed that, like yesterday, she would be forced to go without her underwear. While yesterday had been difficult and embarrassing, it had been bearable. She could do it again. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra. “No, no, Miss Burlington, I’m afraid you misunderstand. I do not intend to test your loyalty the same way I did yesterday. The amendment or deletion to the dress code today will not involve your undergarments today, but rather your outer garments.” Icy dread seized Anne as her fingers froze on the clasp of her bra. He couldn’t mean-- “For the rest of the day, you will go about your responsibilities in full accordance with the dress code. You will, however, wear neither your ...

... skirt nor your blouse.” “Sir, I can’t, I...” Anne faltered, completely at a loss. “I understand very well. It is undeniably true that this firm is not for everyone. So I am subjecting you to a somewhat more demanding test than most employees must undergo, simply because of your rebellious nature. If you can curb it and go about your day’s responsibilities without your outer garments, then I will be satisfied that you are able to place the firm above self in a way that very few employees are called upon to do.” “But, sir...” “Do not interrupt me, please, my dear,” he continued, looking again like the forbidding and intimidating figure she had encountered when she had entered his office the day before. “If,” he continued, “you are able to do this --admittedly difficult-- task, you will not only have proven your place here, but also shown leadership material, and your course to promotion and eventual partnership will be fast-tracked.” “What if I can’t?” she asked, heart pounding. “If you do not feel that you can put the firm first, Miss Burlington, then I am afraid that this will be your last day working here.” Anne’s head spun. She could not afford to lose her job. Rent was tight, and her meager savings had been depleted in her job search. She simply could not be out of work. The possibility of promotion was also breathtaking. Why had she worn her tiniest thong and sheerest bra today? Anne smiled a bit as the ridiculousness of the last thought sank in. It’s not as if her experience ...