Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... would be markedly less embarrassing if her thong were slightly bigger, or her bra just a bit more opaque. She would be going through her work day in her bra, stockings, thong, and heels - the specifics of just how revealing the items were hardly mattered. Could she do it? She gulped, and said, “I want to work at Slater, Mawhinney, & Davenport.” Mr. Slater’s face broke into a warm, friendly smile, his smile softening the hard planes of his otherwise forbidding face, so handsome nonetheless. “I was hoping to hear that. In fact we are all happy to hear your decision, aren’t we?” He looked over at the other partners, and Anne noticed that they were looking at her with far more warmth than ever before. Ms. Davenport flowed to her feet and glided over to Anne. She made little adjustments to Anne’s panties, garter belt and stockings. A tug here. A re-adjustment there. She straightened one of Anne’s bra straps, and finally poked and pulled a bit at Anne’s hair. “There,” she said, “Your attire will be embarrassing, but that doesn’t mean you have to look messy. There, now you look stunning, dear.” With those words, the older woman took Anne’s head in her hand and tilted it up. She leaned down just a bit, as she was taller, and kissed Anne gently and tenderly on the mouth. This in some ways was almost more surprising than anything else. As she broke the kiss, Ms. Davenport said softly in her ear. “Be strong, Anne, I know you can do this. It’s hardest at the start.” Anne realized ...

... that at some point even Allison Davenport had had to do this herself, and the thought was comforting. No one spoke of her in anything but quasi-reverential tones. Her beauty was invariably mentioned, but no one had whispered even a hint of her ever having had to go through the day in her underwear. She steeled her resolve. As Anne took a deep breath, Ms. Davenport handed her her blouse and skirt. “Take these with you. You must have the possibility of covering yourself available to you and at hand. Otherwise the ‘choice’ not to get dressed is not a true choice.” Anne realized that she was being dismissed. She felt awkward, holding her clothes, standing in her lingerie, but the tone of dismissal was unmistakable. She walked towards the door. She was surprised to feel particularly naked. She wished she were wearing full-coverage panties. Somehow that would be better. Of course if she had worn such panties she would have likely been fired on the spot. The air was cool on her buttocks, and she felt acutely how exposed she would be when she ventured out into the main office area. Strangely, her stockings made her feel more exposed than anything else. The feeling of some fabric against her skin gave her the momentary illusion of coverage and then reminded her all the more that all those coverings were sheer, as was her bra, through which the hard points of her nipples were visible. Fortunately, her thong was satin, and the front panel was more or less opaque. Her hand trembling, she ...