Tomorrow came. Lingerie under the dress did less to make me feel powerful today. Especially because of what I planned to do with the number. I wore a black lace bodysuit that accentuated the office’s favorite features I had to offer: my tits, and my flowing red hair. The button up shirt and pencil skirt I put over it felt uncomfortable, and didn’t quite match the stockings or heels. I fidgeted nervously as more and more members of the staff filed into the conference room.
“what the hell was I thinking?!”
Sure I’d fucked em, but I’m asking a bunch of high strung lawyers to figuratively and literally expose themselves to their peers, their rivals! I’d fucked up. I… I just… Melanie threw me off my game. All I could think about was her, and this was my desperate attempt to get her. It was stupid…. But I had to. It would dirve me mental if I didn’t at least try to get in her pants…. well skirt. Melanie smiled with that all familiar lusty gaze mixed with a genuine warmth. She wore a loose white blouse tucked neatly into a grey high waist pencil skirt. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by a Bic pen. It was something she’d do when she was hammering out legal prose on particularly difficult cases. She sat in her usual spot and mingled with those around her. If my pinkish freckled face wasn’t glowing by now, it sure was when she caught me staring at her through the glass walls. Goddamnit! I was a little school girl!
Finally Mr Hopkins arrived and I knew it was time. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the zipper on my skirt as I stood to approach the conference meeting. Once disrobed I grabbed the stack of folders sitting on my desk and sauntered in to the meeting with my 23 coworkers. No one said a word , though all eyes were agape, and transfixed on me. I walked around the table with a confidence that even the slightest hint of protest would have shattered. Though to them I had the air of victorious super villain. I placed each team members folder in front of them, then proceeded to the front of the room where a powerpoint would quickly reveal what was in the folders. Myles, the security guard, had captured photos of each staff member enjoying their favourite vixen secretary. All, but Mr Hopkins’ and TJ’s were then shown on a rapid fire powerpoint demonstration. I watched Melanie, she was perplexed, then annoyed, then…. curious. She opened her folder and simply found a post it note that read “could you make an exception?