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An Idea
“Uh, Grace. Wait. The idea is what?”
The strawberry blonde looked down at her seated friend and smiled as she finished pouring CabSav into the brunette’s glass. She moved the bottle across the table to her own glass and poured.
“Tight, white, and transparent. And, oh, yeah. Braless. Not like you haven’t done something like that before, Annie.”
“Yeah,” Annie drew the syllable out as her fingers twined around the stem of the wine glass, “maybe I have worn something like that. But not at work.”
Grace laughed. “And the last part. Not like you can’t rock a braless look. And you have done it at work, you’ve worn that sweet see-through white blouse more than once.”
She set the wine bottle on the table and sat across from her friend. Annie spoke before Grace could continue.
“With a cami under. Haven’t met all four of those criteria. Um, may as well be topless.”
“That’s the idea,” Grace said. She picked up her wine glass and gestured. Annie smiled and shook her head, but mimicked the other woman and they clinked glasses and drank.
“Hmm. Okay. Where did you get this idea?”
“I have a friend from college, Sajini. Think I’ve mentioned her?” Grace said and paused for a moment.
“Yeah. But Comp Sci, not Business, right? You two traded guys.”
Grace nodded and smiled. “Yeah to the first. The second, only a few times, when we both found good ones! Not like we did it every weekend.”
“And she had some, uh, desires–.”
“Anal. She likes it up the ass. I mean, I like back door, but wowee,” Grace said, “that girl and her butt.”
“Wait,” Annie held up a finger, “there’s an actual living woman who isn’t a porn star who likes ass action MORE than you do?”
Grace shrugged. “Didn’t figure it out until a guy I traded to her told me he’d never had that much butt sex over a weekend. Not even his weekend with me.”
“Didn’t think that was physically possible, but, yeah. Anyway. Back to this crazy plan.”
“Sajini was in some really heavy emotional affair with a dude at work, Had never gotten physical. She waa quitting that job, had a new one she was happy about. But leaving this guy she wasn’t so happy about, anyway, he was married, but apparently that was definitely not happy.”
Annie took another swig. “Sounds messy.”
“Yeah. Her last week at the old job she decided to wear a short short dress and drop her panties at work. Hopped on a table and spread ’em.”
“You’re joking?”
“Nope. Long story short, he knew some secret place at their building and her ass got one hell of a pounding. Literally. Dude was as horny for her as she was for him.”
Annie’s mouth locked in an open mouth half smile. She shook her head but clinked glasses when Grace grinned and held up hers. Grace continued.
“Apparently there were some more sexual hijinks the next couple of days, I think he pounded her pussy once or twice, maybe. That week Sajini asked the guy to move with her. She found him a job near her new one and he split with his wife. She gets buggered nightly now. Living her best life. He seems happy too.”
“Okay. Like I said, messy as fuck. Good for them. But how does that apply to us?”
“Sajini promised the guy that for her last Friday she’d wear ‘tight, white, and transparent. And braless.’ And she’d get a couple other chicks to join.”
“Did they?”
“Yup. And apparently her ass wasn’t the only one reamed as a result in whatever hidey-hole they used. Some sort of closed-down library in their building.”
“You want us to do that?”
“Our new CEO who no one’s ever met, we don’t even know here name, is visiting a week from Friday. We need to get everyone to join in.”
“Join… in,” Annie said very slowly as she squinted slightly at the other woman.
“Yeah. Get everyone to wear something tight, white, transparent. And braless. We’ll get the guys in the thinnest, tightest pants they have. Even better, I found a couple of perfect styles online, I’ll send out a link for the boys.”
“The new CEO will probably escort bursa fire everyone, seeing that.”
Grace snorted. “We do copy for sex toys. You did that spiel for a new blow job toy. I did that flashing butt plug while back.”
“Not all of us handle that stuff. And plenty of the folks never deal with ’em. And I didn’t strip my shirt off to write about it. And you didn’t wear the plug.”
Grace raised her eyebrow as she spoke in an amused lilt. “You didn’t look closely when we did the review of my write ups.”
Annie squinted at her friend. “Oookay. Yeah. Had that miniskirt on. You standing there. Hell. I thought I mighta seen… something. Figured it was just the fact the window blinds were up. You did have panties on, right?”
“Thong. And the room was bright, so guess it wasn’t bright enough. I’ll stay commando next one I wear and put the blinds down and shorten the skirt another inch—.”
“That skirt was already that extra inch shorter. Barely covered—.”
“Whatever. Anyway. Back to our plan. Your tits are magnificent. Everyone will love checking ’em out, not like we don’t all do it now. Never been in an office with as much cleavage on view as this one.”
“Yeah. We seem high on horn dogs—.”
“Present company definitely included.”
Annie let out a long sigh, but smiled.
“Yeah to that. Might be hard sell to some, like Olivia. She’s got a rather, uh, large rack.” Annie held both of her hands a fraction from her breasts, then moved them away and kept them cupped.
“We’ll add an asterisk on the ‘braless.’ Open cup bras or bustiers allowed, any color is okay. Same with stockings and garters. Besides, I think the new CEO will like it.”
Annie guzzled the remainder of the wine in her glass, not quite half of the original amount. She shook her head as she tilted it toward the bottle. Grace emptied the bottle into the glass.
“Thanks,” Annie said, “I’m too sober for this conversation. No one knows shit about this woman. Why do you think that?”
“You know my friend Jake?”
“You mean your booty call Jake. The hacker or cracker or whatever computer dude.”
“He’s a good booty call. Try him out, you won’t regret it. Anyway, he knows how to dig info out. He says her name is Margaret and she’s apparently a nudist with an excellent bod.”
“So she, what, goes to nudist spas or whatever? We did that last couple years, lots of fun. But this is work. Horn dogs one and all or not, work.”
“Work full of warm to hot horn dog bods,” Grace said.
She stood and walked to a cupboard, opened it, and pulled out a bottle. Annie took a long pull of her refreshed supply as Grace expertly popped the cork with a sommelier’s corkscrew.
“You ever get fed up with copywriting,” Annie said, “you can go back to restaurants.”
“Still working toward the Master Sommelier level,” Grace said with a smile as she refilled her glass then sat and continued speaking. “So we’re agreed we’re doing this on the 14th–.”
“Agreed?” Annie’s voice was amused.
Grace smiled broadly and offered her glass. Annie shrugged and clinked. They both drank and the brunette let out a sigh. But she smiled and spoke.
“So how we doing this? Just announce over the PA? That’ll get us fired.”
“Well, we’ll start with Marie.”
“Our Director. Huh?”
“And a total slut. Remember that remote control vibe while back you stick in your panties? I wrote the copy for that.”
Annie raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“She asked me for one. Wore it for dunno how long, never gave it back, maybe she had it on today. Told me was only way she made it through some meetings. I only wore one for two days. She also asked me for one of the flashing butt plugs.”
“Why do I get assigned blow job toys? Huh. Well. She’s short, but not petite, but her tits sweeter ‘n sweet, perfect for her bod. Her butt is, well, in those snug pants she wears, also perfect. Not like she’s young, but could still rock a mini. Ah, hell. The 14th gonna be something. I’ll start updating my résumé now.”
They clinked glasses.
At the Behest of Management
Marie held up the forefinger of her right hand as Grace began to speak. The strawberry blonde chopped off a word and caught her tongue between teeth and lips. Annie’s head swiveled to look at each woman in turn as they sat across a table that fit as an ‘L’ with Marie’s desk.
Light brown hair cut in a bob without bangs shook slightly as the Director used her right foot to swivel her office chair side to side, her left leg crossed over the other. Her blouse was a lighter shade of grey than her slacks and fit snugly, three unemployed buttons offered a tease of rounded cleavage. Her gaze passed by the two subordinates and through a boring beige wall with a closed door behind them. The only break in the beige was a poster of a photo shoot of a dozen bikini-clad models on a beach, the shortest one clearly a younger version of the Director who looked beyond that poster.
Her görükle escort eyes focused and she swiveled to face her desk. She pushed an intercom button down.
“Cheryl.”
“Yeah, boss.”
“Need you to check some Profs calendars for the 14th and if they’ve accepted the CEO presentation.”
“Second.” Sounds of typing. “Ready.”
“Olivia Behar, Peggy Pearson, and Colin Cook.”
More typing. “Boss, all listed as working that day. Got the CEO’s meeting on their calendars.”
“Thanks, Cheryl. You can go back to that Playgirl I know you keep hidden in your drawer.”
“Those lame,” the secretary’s voice was amused, “got something better.”
“In that case,” Marie said firmly, “you’re sharing or else you’re fired.”
She flicked the intercom off, but not before an instant of clear laughter came through.
“Okay, ladies,” Marie said as she faced the pair and rolled forward to put her elbows on the table and rest her chin on her hands, “that’s a good sign.”
“Uh, I, everyone, knows Olivia, and why she’s uh, well, a star for this plan. She already happily displays what she has, plenty of cleavage most days. Going the next step might be an easy sell with her,” Grace said and held her hands in front of her breasts and Annie let out an amused huff, Marie grinned and nodded, “but Colin from the accounts department? And Peggy? She’s got a bod that doesn’t quit, but she mostly just hints. Colin has zero idea how handsome he is.”
“Let’s just say,” Marie drawled, “there’s a reason I’m the Director. I know things about my employees they don’t even know.”
The pair looked at Marie, then at each other, then back at the older woman who’d sat back in her chair and steepled her fingers. Their expressions gave off clear confusion. Marie shook her head.
“What Olivia has in her blouse is, well, obvious, even to overflying planes, and like you said, she makes no effort to hide it, and it’s not like her ass isn’t almost as sweet. She clearly sold her soul for that figure,” the Director said, “so we definitely want her buying in. Either of you ever seen her topless?”
Grace and Annie glanced at each other, then both shook their heads.
“Me and Annie in a different gym to her,” Grace said.
“You ladies living lives of deprivation,” Marie said, “we’ll try to fix that. And if the week goes like I think it can, Peggy and Colin will have key roles.”
“I know Peggy likes guys, but Colin? I’ve seen him eye a few asses and tits when he thought no one was looking, so pretty sure he’s straight. But, beyond that,” Annie said. Her mouth stayed open but she simply shrugged.
“And both? Peggy’s been moaning last couple of dudes flamed out on her,” Grace added.
“Let’s just leave it as my secret for now,” Marie said, “at the behest of management.”
She shrugged as the pair of younger woman looked at each other, their expressions questions with no answers. Marie grinned but stayed silent when they both looked at her. Then she looked at her watch and grimaced.
“Only gave you two fifteen minutes. Shit.”
She spun and hit the intercom.
“Cheryl.”
“Yo, boss a roni.”
“Do that again, you’re fired. What’s my two o’clock?”
“Waterspout.”
Marie smiled. “Call Wayne. Tell him we need to cancel. Urgent business. If he shows, tell him same thing. You enjoy telling him to go away. Find a slot next couple of days.”
“I do. But can’t on the latter, you’re not in tomorrow and he’s gone next week, I remember from scheduling this review.”
“Ah, damn,” Marie’s voice didn’t match her words, “oh well. Tell him to email me a summary.’
“His disappointment, I might blow. You’ve got the call with the Girl Scouts at half past two, them setting up in the lobby to sell cookies next month. Cancel?”
“Oh hell no. Those bitches will rip my head off and shit down my neck soon as they’d talk to me or you, get in the way of them selling their cookies. We’ll be done by then.”
“Got it, jefa.”
Marie tapped the intercom and did another quarter spin. “So, ladies. Week from tomorrow we need everyone practically naked. Hell. By end of day, maybe we will have everyone naked. Now, about a quarter of our folks will be gone, it’s vacation season. And I made clear that anyone who’d already scheduled their vacation to not change plans when our new CEO decided on a last minute visit.”
Annie spoke up. “Uh, hey, Marie. About our new CEO, Grace thinks she won’t mind the, um, show. Got some supposed inside info.”
“Only couple of quick calls, but I’m certain she’ll be into it. I’ll let her know, good chance she’ll join in. She’s easy on the eyes.”
Grace and Annie nodded. Marie spoke after a pause.
“Okay, ladies. How we pulling this off?”
“Uh, me and Annie talked about it,” the brunette nodded along, “thought some sort of contest maybe.”
Marie nodded slowly, before she gave the pair a sharp look. “Undercooked. But, maybe the right direction.”
Grace started to speak, but Marie stopped her again with the upraised forefinger.
“I’m in the final stages of a deal with a new ‘adult products’ company,” Marie said and the younger women gave knowing chuckles, “with some interesting new products. Remember that ‘Aliens’ movie while ago?”
“Yeah,” Annie said and Grace added an ‘uh-huh,’ “about shit my pants couple of times watching it.”
“Remember the double jaws?”
Grace nodded with a slight smile.
Annie shivered. “Argh. Yeah. What?”
Marie pushed her chair away from the table and spun it to face away from the seated pair. She bent toward a box on the floor and pulled something out, then rolled her chair. She stopped.
“Get ready for this,” Marie said as she spun the chair.
She held up a white cloth drawstring bag. She loosened the top, reached in, and pulled out a glossy black item, seemingly made of rubber and plastic. It had a smooth, sloped top, but below that was what looked like a latticework of bony shapes. Along each side of the front third were sharp and jagged teeth in an open mouth. She set the bag on the table.
“Oh, holy shit,” Grace said with an uncomfortable laugh, “that’s–.”
Marie’s hidden hand moved a lever or something and a second, smaller set of jaws emerged from the open mouth and opened, smaller but no less sharp and jagged teeth.
“AAAHHH!” Annie snapped. “What is THAT?”
Marie rotated it, and within the inner mouth was a smooth, rubbery lining. She worked the lever and it moved back and forth. The inner tube shrank and grew.
“It’s one of their new items. Know any guys interested in getting oral pleasure?”
Annie forced her chair back, the legs screeched through the commercial carpet. “FUCK! Do NOT give me that one. Besides, I’ve already had blow job toys. Unlike Grace, who test drives the butt plugs she gets. And nice vibes she share with you, uh…”
Marie laughed. Then she glared at Grace. “Spilling my secrets?”
“Oops,” the strawberry blonde said as she jerked a thumb at Annie, “uh, only to her.”
“Wish I had it on right now. Wore both. Good mileage out of that plug, too. Anyway. Okay, Annie. No more blow job toys for you.”
She set the toy on the table and nudged it forward. “Give it try.”
“NO.” Annie snapped off the syllable. “Fire me if you have to, ain’t touching it.”
Marie laughed. Grace picked it up and moved the lever, stuck three fingers into the sheathed mouth and worked it back and forth.
“Got a nice feel to it,” Grace said, “top quality suction. Cleaning slot. They know their business. But, uh, how will this help us for next week?”
Marie zipped back to the box, looked down and pulled out a smaller box, spun and returned at speed to the table. She set the small box down.
“Nipple clamps,” Annie said as she moved her chair forward but also sideways away from Grace and what she held, “those I can work with.”
“Good,” Marie said, “because I need you two to model for me.”
Both younger women looked at her with renewed confusion. Grace set the jawed implement of pleasurable death onto the table and spoke.
“We’re not models. I mean, you are, well, used to be.” She crooked her arm at the poster.
“Don’t need you to walk the runway,” Marie said, “don’t worry. You’re two of the hottest babes I’ve got here, and the fact you’re both in miniskirts that only pretend to cover your sweet butts, and the insane idea you brought up which is why we’re in here right now, I don’t think you’ll mind.”
Annie slid the box and opened it. She pulled out a small and gleaming metal item wrapped in a small plastic bag.
“Sweet, but, uh, kinda odd looking from others,” she said in a cooing tone.
“Try it on.” Marie’s voice had morphed to a command tone. Annie looked at her, her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Marie’s stern expression didn’t change, so the younger woman shrugged.
She quickly undid the four employed buttons on her light green blouse. Grace reached over and gathered it as her friend shrugged the short sleeves down her arms to reveal the lacy bra of the same color.
“Let me,” Grace said. She quickly unsnapped the undergarment as Annie snorted. She let it drop and tossed it to the other young woman.
“Those are magnificent,” Marie said, her voice low and lustful, “not Olivia’s size, but mmm.”
“I hide all of her bras when we’re going out on the town. And topless beaches,” Grace said.
Annie licked her lips and smiled and shrugged at both women. She used her fingers to coax a right nipple that’d already poked its head up, helped by the air conditioning but now wondering if something interesting was happening. She let out a slow breath as the nipple decided that something interesting was indeed happening.
Marie pulled a second clamp from the box and pushed them toward Grace. “Open it.” Marie dug deeper into the box and palmed something.
First nipple ready, Grace handed a clamp to Annie. Her mouth popped open as she applied it. She didn’t need much prep for the left one, as that nipple had seen what was happening and wanted in. It didn’t need to wait long.
“Got ’em set?” Marie asked. Annie nodded and sat up straight, her chest pushed out. “Magnifico.”
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