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   Derek Waters fiddled nervously with his tie as he waited in the foyer of
Pampered Pussy to be called in for his interview as a senior salesperson.
He looked again at his watch growing more nervous by the minute.  The male
receptionist smiled as he looked up, "I'm sure they won't be long," he
spoke quietly, before returning to his work.

   "No worries," Derek replied returning to his thoughts.

   It was all a bit of a rush, the job agency where he was registered had
only phoned him just yesterday asking for him to present himself for an
interview, apologizing for the short notice.  Apparently the position had
become available due to a sudden illness.  He had registered with the
agency as he had been in retail sales for a few years and was looking to
move up the corporate ladder.

   The interview was for 10 am and he had arrived a little early.  The
agency had little information to provide, saying the company would fill him
in on the details at the interview; all they knew was the name, Pampered
Pussy, and the address and phone number.  The job description was for a
senior salesperson and that was it.

   As a cat lover he was interested in the name Pampered Pussy, it
certainly sounded interesting, though businesses like this could be fairly
dull behind the scenes no matter what their name or the product.  His
computer was broken so he had been unable to go online, so he really had no
idea what Pampered Pussy actually sold.

   The double opaque glass entrance doors slid open slowly and a man walked
out carrying a briefcase and after speaking briefly with the receptionist
walked over the lifts and pressed the call button.

   Derek watched him go and returned to musing on the job and what it might
entail.  The door through which the man had appeared, which up to now had
been closed now stayed open revealing a foyer with a wall on which were
some large colorful prints.  Three people walked into view and stopped in
the center of the foyer and Derek almost gasped out loud.  Two were men in
shirts sleeves and ties and they were talking to a black haired woman with
a bob cut with her back to him turned slightly to one side.  Derek couldn't
believe his eyes as the nakedness of her body was only broken by the thin
straps of her suspenders around the top of her hips attached to a pair of
white stockings.  Her only other item of clothing was a pair of high heeled
red shoes.  Derek's jaw dropped as he watched the threesome, or rather
stared at the woman.  She stood with her hands by her side, exposing her
full nakedness to the two men, both who were staring at her breasts.  She
must have said something as they all laughed.  They talked for a good
minute or two before the men nodded and left, walking away from view.  To
Derek's delight she turned and walked towards the open door displaying
herself fully to him as he sat staring, his mouth open, her breasts were
large with small nipples and as she walked they swung from side to side,
further down the dark triangle of her pubic hair contrasted strongly with
her pale skin.  She smiled at Derek and addressed the receptionist.

   She walked out into the foyer.  "Hi John, looks like the doors are on
the blink again, can you phone maintenance to get it sorted, we don't want
them jamming shut do we?"

   "OK Angela I'll get onto it now."

   She then walked over to Derek...

   A week earlier...

   It was a bright sunny day as Angela drove the red Mini Cooper into the
car park of Pampered Pussy where she worked.  Choosing a spot as near to
the entrance as she could find she stopped, backed in and turned off the
motor.  She checked herself in the driving mirror and, satisfied, picked up
her handbag, removed the keys with a jangle and got out.

   The car beeped as she used the remote to lock it and slipping the bag
over her shoulder made for the entrance.  She was happy, life looked good.
She had just moved into a new flat after signing a 12 months lease, which
was expensive, but it was the only one available in the area.  The bond was
a bit steep, and the conditions meant she could lose the lot if she did not
keep up with the rent, but she was getting good pay and knew she could
cover the costs.

   She had now been at Pampered Pussy for three months and was lucky to
have got the job as it paid twice any other secretarial position.  She had
seen the advert in the local paper requiring well-presented model
secretaries for a forward looking young company.  It asked applicants to
send in a recent photo of themselves in a swimsuit, which she thought a bit
odd but who knew what employers wanted these days.  So she did a bit of
research and discovered Pampered Pussy made and sold quality lingerie for
fashion conscious ladies.  They had offices in a heart of the city not out
in the suburbs and their website looked very professional and not sleazy at
all so she thought what the hell; why not give it a go.  She dug out her
fairly small red bikini which certainly showed off her curves, especially
her 38 D breasts, took a digital shot and attached it to the email
specified in the advert and sent it off.

   She had been one of several women being interviewed that morning, and as
she sat in the waiting room, she looked at the others applying for the
position.  They were all were young, attractive and curvaceous.  Angela
with her slim body and generous bust certainly didn't feel out of place. 
Dressed in a white blouse undone to the third button, there was nothing
wrong with showing a bit of cleavage when applying for a job she mused, and
a black short skirt, she felt she looked the part.

   To her surprise and pleasure she had been offered a job on the spot as
secretary to Mr.  Chambers in sales.

   And here she was three months later entering the building with barely a
care in the world, though her boss Mr.  Chambers was a little bit of a
problem.  Unlike many of the men at Pampered Pussy who we young and in
their twenties, he was in his mid-fifties balding with a paunch and
wandering palms.  Several times Angela had to remove his hands when they
wandered too far.  And his eyes seemed fixed upon her breasts.  She had
often caught him looking down over her shoulder when her top was a bit low,
but as he was friends with the owner Angela knew she would just have to put
up with him patting her bottom every now and again.  She knew she would not
achieve anything by complaining and could possibly lose her job if it came
to her word against his.

   She entered the lift and rode it to floor 10 where she worked along with
another dozen or so secretaries.  Pampered Pussy took up two floors of the
twenty story building and many of the rooms looked out over the city.  The
area Angela worked in was internal, one of several in a row that abutted
their bosses' rooms, who of course had the window views.  Semi opaque glass
walls separated the two areas and a general hum of activity filled the air.

   Angela placed her bag in her desk drawer and after picking up her pad
knocked on Mr.  Chamber's door before entering.

   "Come in," came a faint voice and she entered.

   "Oh hello dear, how are you today, lovely as ever," he smiled as he
looked her over, and as always especially her breasts.

   "Fine sir, anything you need done before I complete the Carters order?"

   "Not at the moment though the big cheese is in this morning and wants
all the staff to gather in the break room at ten."

   "Any idea why, sir?"

   'Not a clue, probably some blurb about productivity or something." He
smiled.  "You know what they are like when they get a bee in their bonnet
about something.  He did say it was important and would change the
direction the firm was heading by presenting us in a new light, whatever
that means." He smiled.

   "Right sir, I'll wait and see what it is all about, anything more you
want to add to the Carter submission?"

   "No, just make sure the figures are right you know what they are like."

   Angela nodded and left and wondered about the meeting and hoped it was
good news; she certainly didn't want to hear that the business had failed.

   She returned to her desk and started to work.  Carters were a big buyer
of their products and were very fussy about getting exactly the right
quality product for the right price.

   She returned to the submission and continued to number and copied the
descriptions.  She was so engrossed making sure the information was
accurate, that the time just flew by, until with a start she looked up to
see the time was almost 10 o'clock.  Mr.  Chambers came out of his den and
pointed at his watch.

   "Time to go my dear, we mustn't miss the show."

   He waited whilst she stood and came round her desk, predictably patting
on her bottom as he shooed her along.

   The break room was bright and stark with windows down one side, a
cafÃ(C) section with a small kitchenette and sink.  Several tables were
surrounded by modern plastic chairs.  Angela nodded at a few of the girls
she knew and found a spot to sit away from Mr.  Chambers.  A screen and
projector had been set up at the front.

   The door open and Mr.  Adams, the boss, entered with a group of men in
shirt and ties.  He was a commanding figure of a man in his fifties, and
went to the front of the room with his entourage trailing behind him, none
whom Angela had ever seen.  They held cartons and cases which they put down
on empty tables at the side.  Mr.  Adams looked around the room waiting as
the room filled whilst talking quietly to one of the men standing next to
him, until everyone appeared to be there.  He held up his hand and the room
grew quiet.

   "Hi everyone," he said

   "Hi," they dutifully replied.

   "We at Pampered Pussy are pleased that last year saw a large increase in
our sales and you should all congratulate yourselves on your part in this
achievement."

   There were some pleased murmurs from the crowd, even Angela was pleased
that there was no talk reducing staff.

   "We have however seen a change in the buying choices of our customers;
they are looking for more interesting items and to this end have been
putting together a new catalogue to reflect that choice.  We will drop many
of the more conservative items whilst moving into a range of more exciting
lines we have been designing.  Let's take a look at what I am talking
about." He turned to a screen behind him where a presentation started.

   The presentation showed models displaying the range of lingerie.  Mr. 
Adams flicked through the selection using a hand piece.

   It was certainly less conservative to put it mildly.  Gone were most of
the small two pieces, covering a woman's charms.  Nearly every item now was
either open at the bust allowing the woman's nipples to be seen, or open at
the crotch to show her sex.  Many were both.  The thongs had literally
become strings.  Many of the bras now merely presented the breasts rather
than supporting them.

   Angela watched with the rest as he flicked on through the other
selections, micro bikinis bottoms, open bikinis were mere straps framing
the vulva, or cutting into it, separating the labia.  Nightgowns were more
transparent allowing a clear view of the models breasts and genitals and
many were displayed with no panties at all, some even stopped just below
the waist.  There were many images of models in suspender belts and
stockings alone, the lingerie had certainly changed, as had the
presentation.

   Then came upon a new section of body jewelry, with women adorned like
Christmas trees with items dangling either from their nipples or their
labia.  Some even inserted inside their vaginas or anuses, Angela squirmed
at the sight of one girl with a substantial plug up her anus with a bunny
tail on it.

   The display came to a stop and the screen went dark.

   There was a stunned silence, before the group started to mutter quietly.

   Mr.  Adams once again addressed the room, "Some might think this range
is getting too risquÃ(C) and not suitable for us to produce, but there you
are wrong, as the customer is always right.  In fact we should embrace
their choice.

   "The new range reflects the tastes of the modern woman to satisfy her
and her partner's desires and fantasies, and none of you ladies should be
reluctant to wear anything we sell.  A member of the Pampered Pussy team
should feel proud to wear our range." He said looking around the room.

   He continued, "We are also changing some of our sales methods, and will
be inviting many of our distributors to our premises to view the articles;
in fact there will be some here this afternoon.  This will show them they
are not only sexy but can be worn by anyone anywhere."

   There was a slight murmur from the girls as they wondered where this
talk was going."

   "To keep in line with this thinking I have decide to give all you girls
a significant pay rise, as an incentive and reward to reflect the
importance of the part you will be playing in this project."

   There was a murmur of approving sounds around the room as the women took
in this information.  Though there were also a few raised eyebrows
wondering what role they were expected to take in this new enterprise.

   "I look around and see an attractive team of fine women, who I believe
are ready to take part in the next stage of our project.  Of course if you
feel are not capable of committing to this then of course you may leave of
course with no severance pay, nor reference.  But I am sure you will agree
to my proposal." He smiled.

   "Please Sir, what are you proposing?" One of the girls piped up.

   "Ah good, to the point, I like that." He smiled.  "Please bear with me
and all will be revealed as it were."

   "From today, in fact from this very meeting all the women in Pampered
Pussy will wear an article chosen randomly each day to wear from our new
range whilst at work.  This way if a buyer arrives we are always ready to
show our range.  You were chosen not just for your office skills but also
for your figures and charms.  Now you will put those good looks to work."

   There were gasps and a few giggles as the girls took this in, but wear
these erotic articles around the men they worked with?  Still it didn't
seem too bad thought Angela, after all underwear was just that underwear.
Even though some of the items seemed a bit extreme she was sure she could
put up with them for a day.  They would hardly expect the women to wear
nightgowns, would they?

   "Just in case I didn't totally make myself clear, what I mean."
emphasized Mr.  Adams, "You'll wear only the items in our range, no other
clothes and every day.

   There was a gasp.

   'But sir we'll be next to naked or worse."

   "No!  You'll be wearing Pampered Pussy clothing and proudly!" he
stressed, with a smile.

   The murmur rose as the girls contemplated what he had said; work in
underwear if one could call it that.  From the men there were laughs and
chuckles, as they also took in the news.

   Angela turned to see Mr.  Chambers with a huge smile on his face, give
her the thumbs up.  She was horrified, to work and be on display like the
girls in the presentation?  She felt herself blushing at the thought.

   Mr.  Adams held up his hand once more to silence the hubbub that had now
erupted in the room.  "I think now the men can return to work, whilst I
talk to the ladies."

   Dutifully the men filed out all chatting and sniggering until the room
contained just the women and the boss's entourage.

   "Anyone not happy with what we are doing, please feel free to leave now,
you can collect your effects and go.  Remember there will be neither
severance nor a reference."

   One girl stood up and stormed out shouting that it was disgusting, and
that they were not cattle to be paraded naked at work in front of the
leering men.  Angela also wanted to leave but the thought of losing her job
was too awful to contemplate and so she stayed along with the rest, who
also must have be in the same boat.  Some murmured that they also could do
with the extra money.  The other girls looked at each other, all a little
stunned; some whispered to their friends whilst others were quiet whilst
they tried to take it all in.

   "Are there any more who are unhappy with our proposal, no," he looked
around, "Good, well let's get on," he said as he rubbed his hands together.

   "My colleague here will be filming this historic occasion, for our
company records."

   One of the men opened a case and took out a video camera and a small
tripod.  After fiddling with the controls, he turned it towards the waiting
women.

   "Now if all you lovely ladies would strip naked, we can start.  You can
just leave your clothes on the tables for the moment.  Please keep wearing
your shoes, as of course they will be needed for work." He chuckled.

   There was a moment's hesitation when suddenly the girls realized that
this was really happening and they were truly expected to take off their
clothes by their boss and in front of the men standing before them.  It was
either that or lose their jobs.  One by one they slowly stood and started
to undo buttons and zips.  Sliding blouses off shoulders and slipping
skirts down their legs.  Those wearing them, removing their tights or slips
until finally, there was a display of various panties and bras.  Many like
Angela's were modest affairs, whilst others were very scanty, barely
covering their sex or buttocks, some even had bras that just cupped their
breasts leaving their nipples exposed.

   Then the final moment arrived and arms went behind backs or to the
front, to unclip bras and panties were slid down legs and within a minute
or two the girls stood naked.  The bare stark room was now filled with the
lovely sight of warm bodies, bare breasts and nipples of all shapes and
sizes and of course, naked pussies.

   Some covered themselves whilst others stood arms by their sides or
crossed, some had sat down whilst others stood.  Angela blushing like many
of the women had crossed her arm across her breasts, probably the largest
in the room, though all the women we well endowed, there were no tiny tits
amongst this group.  Of course Angela didn't realize that the selection of
women to work at Pampered Pussy had only included attractive slim young
women with generous breasts hence the bikini photo.

   There was a murmur as the women reassured each other that it was not
really so bad after all, there were even a couple of giggles.  All the
while the event was videoed.

   Mr.  Adams and his assistants smiled at the women as they looked around.

   "Now if you would all stand," he said raising his hands in a gesture and
they did as commanded.  "We need to assess you individually for the most
suitable items to wear.  We'll start by getting you all go to the back of
the room and then one by one walk up this aisle towards us, and please
ladies hands by your sides, we do want to see your charms." He motioned
with his hands indicating their breasts.  "Keep going until I tell you to
stop, my assistant will of course be filming you for us to use later for
information."

   "More like masturbation," one of the women whispered quietly to Angela
with a chuckle.

   The women walked to the back of the room and then one by one walked
naked towards the men, their breasts swaying delightfully with every step.
Their sex exposed, whether covered with hair or shaved as some were.

   This display went on for some time as the man filming the women started
at the front and then filmed from the side before standing at the back and
repeating the process.  Mr.  Adams talked to a man beside him, who had
produced a small note, and jotted down notes.

   Finally Mr.  Adams had the women stop and told them to sit down.

   "Beautiful, you should all be proud of your bodies; at Pampered Pussy we
honor every woman and of course every woman's pussy, I notice some of you
ladies could do with a trim," he towards his crotch, "and we will be
piercing all your nipples, and labia."

   There was a shocked response from the women, and they all started
complaining that this was going too far.  Again he held up his hand.

   "Please, please, the procedure is completely painless and totally
harmless.  We are using the latest laser freeze technique; you will feel
nothing and will not have to wear rings.  The piercings will not close, and
will be barely noticeable."



   There were still murmurings but Mr.  Adams held up his hand again.

   "We will get them done now as all these gentlemen are licensed to use
the equipment so let's get started, then we'll get dressed and get out
there and kill 'em.  Grab a coffee while you wait."

   Angela's mind was in a daze, along with the other girls who walked out
of the coffee room that morning.  She was following a girl in a completely
transparent night gown that stopped at her hips, leaving her buttocks and
of course pussy totally exposed.

   Behind her another girl followed with a red sling bikini, open at the
crotch and barely covering her nipples, her breasts swayed as she walked
along.  However they were positively over dressed as Angela wore a red
leather collar with a fine chain lead hanging from it between her breasts,
red leather cuffs, two large pearls that hung on short silver chains from
the nipples, and another large pearl hanging from the ring in her clitoris
hood and that was all.  She had tried to get Mr.  Adams to change her
"clothes" to something else, but he insisted that it had to be a random
selection.

   "You look delightful Angela, I'm sure Mr.  Chambers will approve.  Now
get along with you, we really must be ready for the visitors this
afternoon," he said as he looked at his watch.

   So here she was walking in front of all her male co-workers naked and
adorned.

   She could feel the pearl at her crotch patting her pussy as she walked
along.  She certainly got stares from her co-workers, all who stopped
working as she walked by on the way to her desk.

   All around she could see the other women showing their charms and
wondered whether they were as embarrassed as she felt.  She had to really
concentrate to stop covering herself.  As she walked down the open aisle
she could see Mr.  Chambers, standing staring at her has she approached,
this was the moment she was most worried about, she knew he couldn't keep
his hands to himself when she was dressed, what would he be like now?  As
she drew closer he stared fixedly at her breasts, seeing them for the first
time uncovered.

   "Ah Angela, you look delightful and there is so much of you to see." his
grinned reached from ear to ear, as he looked her up and down.  "Those
pearls just add to the delight of your body, they certainly draw the eye."

   He looked down at her crotch, "I see you are also sporting one between
your legs, show me."

   Her bent down and stared at Angela's crotch, and before Angela could
stop him he gave the pearl a small tug making her gasp as it pulled her
clitoral hood..

   "Stop it, sir." she said slapping his hand away.

   "Ah, what have we here?" he said as he grasped the lead between Angela's
breasts and started to lead Angela around the room, "You'd certainly make a
nice pet eh Angela."

   He turned and pulled her towards him, when his eyes suddenly went fixed
and clasping his chest he gave a gasp and fell forward burying his face in
her breasts, as he slumped forward.  Tracey grasped him going down with him
as he slid to his knees.

   "Mr.  Chambers?  Are you alright?"

   Angela squeaked as she tried to prevent him from falling onto the ground
her breasts rubbing against him as she held him.  He looked at them and
slurred, "I'm in heaven," as he finally slumped down to the floor.

   There was a flurry of activity as people flocked around, the safety
officer appeared and told everyone to move away as he assessed Mr. 
Chambers condition.

   "Phone for an ambulance, I think he has had a heart attack.  Stay with
him Angela, I think he'll be OK but we just need to make sure."

   Mr.  Chambers was taken away, and much to his regret was informed he
should not return to work as the stress was just too much for his heart.

   That was just a week ago, now Angela was on her way to fetch a candidate
for an interview for his position, she was at least grateful her uniform
for the day did not have nipple or labial jewelry, she had found them odd
to wear around her male colleagues, though they didn't seem to complain.

   She walked to reception and bumped into Rogers and Davis who had some
minor thing they wished to talk about, though she felt it was just an
excuse to stand and stare at her breasts.

   She talked for a while until she noticed the door to reception was stuck
open and a young man was sitting staring at them.

   "Oh well I'd better fetch the new possible for Mr.  Chambers job, I hope
his palms are more under control." They all laughed and after a couple of
comments they nodded and left.

   She walked out into the foyer.  "Hi John, looks like the doors are on
the blink again, can you phone maintenance to get it sorted, we don't want
them jamming shut do we?"

   "OK Angela I'll get onto it now."

   She then walked over to Derek...

   Dressed to Kill Ch.  02 ...Angela walked to reception and bumped into
Dave Rogers and Pete Davis who had some minor thing they wished to talk
about, though she felt it was just an excuse to stand and stare at her
breasts.

   She talked for a while until she noticed the frosted door leading to
reception was stuck open and a young man sitting in the foyer was staring
at them.

   "Oh well, I'd better fetch the new possible for Mr.  Chambers job, I
hope he doesn't suffer from Desert's disease."

   "Desert's disease?" Pete inquired with raised eyebrows.

   "Yes, wandering palms!" They all laughed and after a couple more
comments they nodded and walked away leaving Angela smiling.

   She walked out into the foyer and addressed the man behind the reception
desk, "Hi John, looks like the doors are on the blink again, can you phone
maintenance to get it sorted, we don't want them jamming shut do we?"

   "OK Angela I'll get onto it now."

   She then walked over to Derek...

   "Hi, you must be," she looked down at a sheet of paper, "Derek Johnson,
I'm Angela Duncan, how do you do," she said as she held out her hand.

   "Umm, yes, fine thank you," Derek stammered as he stood and took her
hand, not sure where to look.  Her breasts barely and truly barely, less
than a metre away, were like a magnet.  He could feel his cock now with a
direct line to his eyes, fighting with his manners, it wanted a better
longer look.

   "Welcome of Pampered Pussy, this is all very hasty I'm afraid, the last
sales head, had a heart attack a month ago and unfortunately has had to
retire on doctors' orders." Angela explained with a smile, "I'll be working
under you as your secretary,"

   A delightful image flashed in Derek's mind and he had to stifle a laugh
with a cough as she said this with a straight face.  His eyes returned to
her face that had an enquiring expression.  There was a brief pause, to
hide his embarrassment he stammered out, "Sorry, but to be truthful I'm not
usually met by a naked woman carrying a clipboard.  I was told by the
agency less than an hour ago that you were looking for a sales manager.  It
was such short notice, they gave me no information and my internet was down
so I couldn't check on you.  I just had time to get dressed and catch a
taxi.  They told me you would fill me in.  I really have no idea what this
company sells.  Is this an um, er...  a brothel?" Derek stammered out going
bright red with embarrassment.

   His question was met by a hearty laugh from Angela shaking her breasts,
"Good heavens no, and no wonder you look a bit confused.  We sell erotic
women's underwear, like this," she looked down her body and indicated her
lacy suspenders.  Derek's thankful eyes followed her hands as they were now
given permission to re-examine her furry pussy, perfectly framed by her
frilly suspenders straps.

   Looking down her body she fingered the lacy material, "We sell a large
exclusive range of intimate clothing, and body jewelry to clients from all
over the world, retail and wholesale." Her hands left her suspenders and
she looked back up at Derek.

   "Ah, so why are you undressed like this?" Derek once more looked her up
and down.  "Is there a fashion show on at the moment?"

   "The answer to that question is both no and yes, and this might sound a
bit odd, but just recently the women working here have been asked to adopt
a different office regime, which I'm sure you'll like.  The rest of the men
seemed to have accepted it," she smiled as she watched where he was
looking, he reluctantly looked up guiltily.

   "I won't be expected to work like this," he indicated her nakedness once
more, "will I?"

   "Of course not, we only do female attire,' she laughed delightfully, her
breasts again bobbing as she did so.  "I'm sure you must have a million
questions, but first I'll take you to meet the big boss Mr.  Adams.  He is
expecting you and will explain what we are looking for, fill you in on the
organization here, and what are our latest projects.  Please this way." She
turned and indicated with her hand before looking towards the receptionist.

   "Just excuse me for a moment Derek, I'll just have a quick word with
John."

   Derek mumbled something as she turned and once more presented her back
to him, his eyes focused on her body now she wasn't watching him.  Her
buttocks moved enticing from side to side with no sign of fat, and her bum
crack was beautifully framed by the suspender straps that cut slightly into
her buttocks.  The small gap between the top of her thighs gave just a
brief hint of the prize between them, as she walked over to the
receptionist.

   As she approached the man a piece of paper she was holding fell to the
floor.  When she bent down to pick it up, Derek knew there was a god, as he
was rewarded with a full view of her genitals.  Her shaven vulva with
prominent labia were pursed below the hint of her vaginal entrance and her
small puckered anus was clearly visible between the tight cheeks of her
buttocks.

   What's going on, thought Derek, had he died and been taken to heaven,
did he get run down on the way to work?  Last week, he'd been masturbating
to photos of a beautiful full breasted woman wearing similar suspenders and
stockings being anally fucked.  His cock reminded him of this as it stirred
in his underpants.  He mentally shook his head, this was not the time or
the place he told it severely, but it didn't take a lot of notice.  Cocks
are like that.

   Unaware of Derek's stare, she quickly retrieved the paper and briefly
talked to the man behind the counter, before turning and delighting him
again with her full frontal nudity.  She returned to where he was standing
before leading him through the open doors.

   "There are fifty people working here, mostly women, you'll meet them
over the next few days as we have a communal area with coffee and snacks.
Admin is on this floor and design and development on the next floor up,"
Angela explained as they walked down the long corridor where through the
glass windows on one side.  Derek could see men and women at work, but had
to do a double take.  All the women looked as if they were dressed in
skimpy underwear, and in many cases less.  He saw a woman standing beside a
dressed man, her breasts framed by what looked like a harness.  They were
looking down at a computer screen, as she leaned over Derek was sure he
could see something hanging from her nipples, but they walked past too
quickly, much to Derek's disappointment.

   "Ah here we are," Angela voice cut into his astonishment as she entered
an empty small reception room with a desk, and computer screen.  "Ah,
Victoria must be with Mr.  Adams." She walked across to another door and
knocked, to be rewarded by an "enter".  She opened the door and announced,
"Derek.  Johnson, is here sir," standing aside to let Derek enter, his arm
brushing her breasts as he passed.

   The man behind the desk rose, as did a pretty blonde, who like Angela,
was dressed in skimpy clothes.  Her well-shaped breasts framed in an open
bra that allowed her perky nipples to be in full view.  And further down,
though Derek could only spare a quick glance, was what looked like panties
composed of thin straps and a tiny triangle that stopped before her crotch,
the lower strap disappearing into the slit of her shaven cunt lips.

   The man leaned over the desk offering his hand, which Derek took and
received a firm handshake.

   "Welcome, I'm John Adams, and this is Victoria my secretary," the woman
who was standing by the side of the desk leaned over and Derek shook her
offered hand, her breasts jiggling as she did.  His eyes were on her
attractive face but again were fighting for more time to examine her near
nakedness below.

   "Please take a seat," he said as he indicated the chair opposite his
desk.

   He looked at Angela, "That'll be all for now Angela, I'll send him along
after I've gone through his duties.  Victoria can you go and phone Mayville
and tell them that'll be fine, whilst I talk to Derek."

   "Ok John, I'll make sure his office is ready." Angela replied and
disappeared through the door followed by Victoria, much to Derek's
disappointment as he glanced at their near nakedness as they left.

   John Adams looked down at his laptop.  "I see you have been in sales for
some time working at Dreger Fabric Industries and come with very good
references.  Do you know anything about women's lingerie?"

   John swallowed and realized he'd have to pull out all the stops, he
really wanted this job, and his cock had given strict instructions to his
brain.

   "No, but no matter what you are selling, you just have to put your
product out as if it is the only thing people want to buy.  And what could
be more attractive than of supplying beautiful women with desirable
underwear."

   "Exactly, and that is the reason we are looking to hire someone outside
the fashion industry who can come in with different ideas," John replied,
"we are really here to sell dreams."

   "Do you make the clothing?" Derek asked.

   "No, we design the items here and they are produced overseas.  We do
have a huge turnover."

   For the next hour they talked about the nuts and bolts of the business,
Derek starting to relax as his expertise in selling other products crossed
with selling ladies underwear.  Of course the principles were the same, the
only thing that was different was the sales slant and the end point, which
when it came down to it this product, was sex.

   Victoria was called in to give Derek some documents, which of course
gave Derek another good look at her breasts before she went out again.  The
time slid by.  "Now you must have some questions?" Mr.  Adams smiled.

   Derek wasn't sure how to phrase it but in the end decided that there was
only one real question, "The women, well they appeared from what I can see
all undressed?"

   "Ah, I wondered when you would ask that," Mr.  Adams chuckled.  "Well
you see I'm a very rich man, and really I don't need to work or even own a
business.  The truth is, I like to see undressed women and undressed real
women in real situations, like here, working doing an actual job not just
models in a studio.  I offered the women a very substantial wage increase,
over double what they were receiving and left it to them whether they
wanted to continue working undressed the way I required them, or leave. 
And most decided yes, and hence you see them now.  Like Angela, a real
lovely girl and very bright.  This company does make money and it makes a
lot.  These girls are not hookers and I will not tolerate any unwanted
attention from anyone.  The girls do exactly what they would do in any
other business, only here we can see our product as it would be on our
intended final customer."

   "Ah, now I see, and what about other men who visit?  Clients or
tradesmen?" Derek asked.

   "Well in a way, that is the whole point of the exercise, to show them
what women could be wearing under their normal clothes.  They don't seem to
mind, we've had no complaints, in fact, we haven't had client who leaves
without placing an order, nor a tradesman who doesn't do a good job, as
they want to return in the future," Mr.  Adams laughed.  "The interesting
thing also is that now after a month, the girls don't seem to mind.  It's
as if liberating them from their clothes also liberates them when it comes
to work.  They are all attractive and I think they welcome men enjoying
looking at their naked bodies."

   Derek was surprised to hear this and would have expected the opposite.
The girls objecting to the men around them perving at them.

   Mr.  Adams went on, "We have some clients coming this afternoon, to
discuss increasing their order having seen our new line.  Angela will fill
you in, she is very good with the customers and does not mind being exposed
to strangers.  If you have any questions ask her, and bounce any ideas off
her.  We are moving into a new era with new products and so I will be
looking to you to help this along." Mr.  Adams called out to Victoria to
come back in, the interval was obviously at an end.

   Derek's eyes were once more entertained by Victoria's fine breasts and
nipples, as she stood waiting until they finished their conversation.

   Derek got up shook hands with Mr.  Adams once more and left to be taken
to his office suite by the delectable Victoria, her naked rear view only
broken the thin straps of her thong and bra.

   Derek couldn't believe it, yesterday he was unemployed.  Wanking to
pictures of naked women and starting to get a bit desperate.  Now he was
following a scantily dressed beauty with a string thong cutting up between
her buttocks her tits on full view, head of a sales department surrounded
by other semi-naked women.

   Angela stood once more delighting his eyes as she stood, "Thank you
Victoria," she said with a smile as he came into the outer office.  She led
him into his office which had a pleasant view over the city.  Though the
view in the office was far more interesting than outside.  Derek placed his
briefcase on the desk as he looked around.

   "Welcome on board Mr.  Walters, please let me take your coat.  We keep
it fairly warm in here as you can imagine for the girls comfort." She
smiled, Derek reluctantly handed over his coat which Angela hung in a small
cupboard to one side.  It had been doing a Trojan job of hiding his
stiffened cock.  As Angela turned he quickly slid his hand down the front
of his trousers and adjusted it, positioning his erection under the
waistband of his underpants before fastening the bottom button of his
jacket.

   "Call me Derek, no need for us to be formal here." He squeaked masking
his embarrassment with a small cough.

   Angela smiled, "Of course, I'm sure you don't need me to show your room
here, one office is just like another," she smiled charmingly, "there is a
laptop which is for your personal use.  But before you start you might like
to know where the loos are, conference and display room, canteen, etc.  so
would you like to take a quick tour of this floor?" Derek nodded, letting
Angela set the pace for the start of his new career and followed her out of
the room.

   They walked along the corridor Angela pointing out various service rooms
including the loos, and the work room they had passed on the way to see Mr.
Adams.  Near the entrance lobby was a locker room where the staff could
hang their clothes, and put their bikes.  It was for both men and women,
she pointed out much to Derek's surprise.

   "You mean the girls undress when there are men present?" it seemed like
an odd question when they were practically naked all day.  But the thought
of the girls stripping off in public almost excited Derek more.

   "Sure, it's certainly a good way to get the men here early, they are
never late, but can be a bit slow leaving the room." She chuckled at
Derek's surprise.

   "The women then walk naked along the corridor to the dressing room, it's
at the other end of the corridor, close to your office.  There are racks
there where they get their everyday attire.  Part of our contract is we
have to change at least every other day.  We have over a thousand items and
many of the sets we wear are being trialed.  This is a good way to make
sure they are up to standard." Derek wondered how they could fail, there
was so little of most of what he saw.

   "There is also a gym that many of the staff use, along with showers
before work.  The men seem very keen to keep fit, along with some of the
girls who also share the space."

   Derek was gob smacked this just got better and better.  The thought of
these naked lovelies running on a treadmill...wow.

   Angela looked at her watch, "Let's check out the canteen, there will be
a few people there having an early coffee.  We don't work to a strict
timetable here, just whenever you feel like a break from your desk."

   He followed her into the canteen where several were sitting, standing,
eating and drinking coffee, all scantily dressed and in some case only clad
in body jewelry.  Angela introduced him to them and they all smiled back
and said hello, as if unaware of their nakedness and Derek's obvious
pleasure in seeing it.

   A couple of guys came in and walked over to him, "Ah Angela, is this Mr.
Chambers replacement?"

   "Hi Dave, yes let me introduce Derek Johnson, Jim and Robert, they are
in our advertising section.  Have a quick chat whilst I get you a coffee,
white, no sugar?" Derek nodded and she walked over to the coffee machine,
his eyes followed her as she walked across the room, as did those of Jim
and Robert.  There was a moment of silence as they stood there a little
awkward when their eyes returned to each other.

   "What do you think so far then Derek, pretty good working conditions
eh?" Dave said chuckling and they all looked over the sea of naked female
flesh.

   "Yes a bit different to Dreger's, my last place, they were a lot more
strait laced there, much stiffer."

   "Probably a lot less laciness' there as well I'd say," said John with a
smile, "And none of it on view, you'll enjoy a lot of stiffness here, but
nothing to do with the lace." Derek face must have shown his surprise,
"Don't worry the girls all appreciate it, as long as you don't touch."

   An image came into Derek's mind of his last secretary.  No, he didn't
image she'd be wearing anything close to the laciness he saw before him.

   Angela returned with the coffee accompanied by the girl Derek had seen
through the glass in the corridor, who was "dressed" in an open leather
harness with in two large pearls hanging from her prominent nipples.  Her
naked shaven sex was framed by thin straps of leather.  "Derek, this is
Suzie, she is from finance, we'll meet the rest of the team later today."

   Derek shook Suzie's hand which made the pearls jiggle as they hung down.
His cock was getting far more insistent that it needed attention as again
his eyes fought a regretfully losing the battle with his manners.

   They stood and small talked whilst Derek sipped his coffee, he knew the
real nitty gritty of his work would not start until he was back in his
office.  But this interlude was certainly a pleasure.

   Several people came and went as they stood talking, men and women.  They
all came over and were introduced to Derek.  All the women were undressed
to some degree or another, and there were certainly no plain Janes here. 
All had fine figures and attractive faces.  One, who from a distance from
the back seemed almost overdressed, in a see-through baby doll nightie,
until she moved closer and you saw the front was raised and stopped just
below her belly button in a fluffy ring.  Leaving her uncovered downy pussy
on clear display.

   Two Japanese women attracted Derek's attention, as he had never seen an
real live Asian women naked and was delighted when they also came over to
introduce themselves.  They were both had slightly smaller tits than the
other women in the room but made up for that with charming faces and jet
black pubic hair on view.  One girl wore and super micro mini skirt, not
much more than a belt and quarter bra that emphasized her nipples, whilst
the other had on suspenders, white stockings and a wide red collar.  The
non-lacy suspenders were quite masculine, if there could be masculine
suspenders framing the charming black fur that like many of the women here,
stopped at the start of her vulva.

   They both worked in overseas admin.  Derek guessed their Japanese could
come in very handy, they both spoke excellent English and were very
friendly.  He loved the way they bowed slightly during the conversation.

   Angela looked at her watch and said to Derek that they should carry on
the tour as there was stuff to do before the afternoon visitors arrived.

   Derek regretfully finished his coffee, knowing he had to leave this
delightful cornucopia of female flesh and return to his office.  Angela
took his mug and returned them to the washing up area, before returning and
leading him back to the foyer to go up to the design level.

   "Before we start, I'll give you a quick look at the design area and then
we will have to make sure you are up to speed regarding the afternoon's
group."

   "Fine, that would be good, it's always an advantage to know the whole of
a system rather than just one small section." Derek said as he looked
forward to another selection of lovely ladies.

   "We'll take the stairs, then we don't have to wait for the lift," Angela
said as she opened a large double door off the foyer.

   The stair well was well lit and quite stylish, none of your rough
concrete here.  There was another closed door marked Exit, but going
upwards were wide marble steps with a polished steel and wooden rail. 
Angela led the way, talking to Derek about the afternoon and what needed to
be done.  He asked questions as they slowly went up the steps.  Derek heard
the clip clack of a pair of high heels and looked up to be rewarded by the
sight of a platinum blonde with long shoulder length hair coming down.  Her
large uncovered breasts, which were merely framed by thin straps of a red
swim suit, bounced with each step as she descended.  She stopped with her
pussy at Derek's eye line, allowing him a moment to acquaint himself with
it.  He noted her crotch less suit neatly framed her clearly visible pussy
lips, covered in a light coating of truly blonde fur, before good manners
forced him to look up at her face.

   Angela spoke, "Hi Hannah, this is Derek Johnson the new sales head, I'm
giving him the tour."

   Hannah smiled and said hello, her fine features lighting up, as she
leaned down, her breasts swinging forward and offered her hand for him to
shake.  He did, it was warm and friendly.  He fell in love instantly,
blonde, tits, hairy pussy, face...wow!

   "Hi, welcome to the mad house, a bit different from your last place I
bet." She laughed with a pleasing throaty vibrancy.  Derek smiled back and
nodded, tongue tied for the moment.

   "Hannah is an important part of the design team, and is often used to
model our range for any visitors if the need should arise."

   "I can see why, you look fabulous, and so elegantly dressed." Derek
enthused his tongue taking over, as he swept his hand down to indicate her
standing there, his eyes thankfully following where his hand indicated. 
She was stunning, her nipples firm and perky even here at work.

   "Hardly dressed, but thank you fair knight, I can see he'll get along
alright Angela, flattery opens all doors." They both laughed.  Derek knew
there was one entrance he wanted to enter, right then and there.

   "Is that a Farnall accent I hear," she asked.

   "Yes," Derek said, surprised she had picked it up from the few words he
had spoken.  "Are you acquainted with the place?"

   Derek knew he needed to keep her talking as she stood before him, a
feast for his eyes.

   Hannah went on, "Yes, my mother was from there and I can recognize it
anywhere, I used to go there a lot when I was small.  We'll have to catch
up some time and go over old times if you'd like."

   "Yes I'd like that and look forward to it." Derek smiled, he was
smitten.

   "OK, I'd better be going, see you." Hannah said as she continued on her
way.  Leaving Derek staring at her near naked back as she continued down
the stairs.

   He turned around to see Angela already leading the way up the rest of
the stairs.  Derek trailed behind, his eyes firmly on her genitals visible
between her buttocks as he followed her up the last few steps.

   Angela led Derek down a short corridor to a pair of double doors to one
side, which she opened to enter a large room with an oval conference table
at one end.  At the other end was a short raised walkway leading from a
small stage flanked by about 20 comfortable chairs on either side.  She
explained they presented their range in this place, a little like a fashion
parade, to customers.  The room was warm and looked very stylish.

   "And now to the hub of the place where we create our range," Angela said
after they had left the room returning to the corridor and another set of
opaque double doors.

   They entered the design area, which unlike the admin section was far
more open plan.  It was like many design areas, organized into specific
work spaces, Derek thought to himself as he took the scene in.  It was a
hive of activity with the sound of sewing machines in the background and
people intent on what they were doing on computers, or on design sheets of
paper.

   As he scanned across the room, he noted small groups discussing whatever
amongst themselves.  As with the other floor, all the women were dressed or
undressed in lingerie, going about their work as it they didn't notice. 
But Derek did of course, and again was amazed at how much variation could
be put into so little material.

   Angela led him around the various areas, introducing him to men and
women as they walked through.  As with the other areas, the feeling was one
of young and dynamic people, who all seemed enthusiastic about what they
were doing.

   He was becoming dazed by the range and form of the women's breasts and
nipples, never having seen anything like this in his life.  Not to mention
the other delights further down, that presented themselves for his
unfortunately brief perusal.  Many of the women were shaven allowing him
full view of their vulvas.  Though he personally loved the furry delights
of many of the women that seemed to underline their femininity.

   There was just too much to take in, as he was presented with a sea of
female flesh, blondes, brunettes, redheads.  Every pleasing body shape a
man could dream off, and here all the time for his eyes to feast on.

   Thinking he could not be any more shocked, Angela led him to a smaller
area lightly screened from the rest of the room.  They walked around the
edge of the screen and Derek was rewarded with the sight of a totally naked
women in an adjustable chair, her legs wide open.  A man and two semi naked
women standing looking down, as one of the women in a micro bikini knelt
and fiddled with the woman's cunt, fitting a piece of jewelry.

   "This is our genital jewelry section, one of the latest additions to our
extensive range." Angela spoke as the group became aware of their presence,
and looked around at the two of them.

   "Hi Angela, and who is this new face?" One of the women spoke.

   "This is Derek the new sales head, just giving him the tour.  Derek,
this is Cynthia, Mati, Steph, and Stu." Angela informed him as they stood
looking down at Cynthia's genitals.

   They all said hi, even Cynthia whose cunt lay open in front of him.

   "That looks tricky work," Derek felt he needed to say something to stay
there.  "Is there a big demand for this sort of jewelry?"

   "Sure, you'd be amazed at what we sell.  This piece," the kneeling woman
indicated the silver pendant now attached to the clitoral hood of the
woman, "is designed to swing when the woman is walking, stimulating her. 
"There is an extensive set of different types and designs."

   "Mati here, has a on a clit tapper, show him," Mati turned and the
bikini bottom was in fact a strap of beaded string from which a large gem
dangled at the start of her vulvar.  She flicked it, allowing it to fall
back to her sensitive nub.

   "Wow, I'm certainly moving into a different world than the one of
fabrics I've just come from." Derek chuckled as he stared down at the
woman's cunt.  "Does it work?  Er...  I mean does it stimulate the wearer?"

   "Of course given the right circumstances," Mati answered with a grin. 
"The women here do assessments of their effectiveness, so we know we are
going to please our customers."

   "Amazing, this really is all a new sales experience for me." Derek said
as he continued to stare down at the woman's exposed genitals.

   Mati went on, "Yes we cater for all tastes and why not, men and women
should be proud of their bodies and enjoy the sensation of pleasing it and
pleasing men.  Like Steph here, she's just trialing our new anal plug."

   Steph at Mati's request turned and bent slightly over, parting her
buttocks to reveal an oval polished metal disc protruding from her anus
adorned with a small gemstone in the center.  Derek stared speechless.

   "It's remotely controlled and vibrates on demand, Very popular in for
both men and women." Mati explained, "You'll have to try it some time," she
smiled impishly.

   "Um, yes, well I suppose we'd better move on Angela," Derek said,
overwhelmed by all this.  His cock certainly was, as they walked away.

   "OK, let's get back and we can start," Angela said as she led the way
back down the stairs towards his new office.

   As they passed the loo and Derek asked Angela to excuse him for a
moment, as "nature calls", adding he'd meet her back in his office.

   He entered the stark white room, and was thankful to note it was empty.
His reflection in the mirrors behind the wash basins stared back at him, as
he walked towards the urinals opening his jacket, before sliding his
trouser zip down and reaching inside.  He quickly pulled out his stiff
erect cock, rubbing it even before he reached the urinals.

   It was fully erect, the head shining bright purple and the slit already
wet and covered in pre-cum, it didn't take long to stroke an orgasm for the
thankful member.  As his semen spattered the white porcelain bowl, he had
to suppress a moan of satisfaction as his member pulsed with every spurt.
All too soon it finished, and quickly pressed the rinsing button before
walking over to the wash bowl and wiping the tip of his cock with a paper
towel, squeezing the last drops out before returning the deflating cock
into his underpants.  He quickly washed his hands and after drying them
briefly, went out and returned to his office.

   She smiled as he entered, as if she knew what he had been doing.

   "Right we'd better started as I need to get to grips with all the ins
and out of what goes on here." Derek said as he removed his jacket, rolled
up his sleeves and sat down at his desk.