Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Madison Models For Coworkers by CastorbeanBen Young wife is exposed to her coworkers and boss. I have previously written about my wife, Madison, and her love of all things fun. Practical jokes, game nights, dancing, athletics, and the most recent addition: teasing her tight-knit group of friends from work. So far, it has all been in good fun, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find humor and arousal in it. We certainly aren't swingers or polyamorous, but our budding interest in exhibitionism has quickly grown lately. It isn't for everyone, but we are young, and we enjoy trying new things. Maddie is the opposite of shy. She's kind, adventurous, affectionate, and adorable, and even in her late 20s, she refuses to let her playful energy subside. She is a tiny thing, 5'1" or so, but has a great toned body to match her youthful exuberance. Perfect handful B cup chest, the obligatory great ass, blonde hair cropped just above her shoulders, an adorable lightly freckled face with big, innocent eyes, and a smile that never leaves her. Madison works for one of those B2B communication solutions sales companies that litter the country. It isn't exactly exciting work, but she gets along well with most of her coworkers, makes fair commissions, and the environment is pretty casual, which she adores. Unfortunately, with easy work in the sales world comes the occasional dry spell, which led to Madison and her best friend from work, Lena, taking up an interesting side project to bring in some extra money. Madison's team had been getting closer acquainted lately, leading to great productivity at the office. Unfortunately, it also led them to quickly blow through their leads and sales prospects. After a few great paychecks, they found themselves with little to do around the office and no chance to make the high-dollar commissions to which they were growing accustomed. Her team's district manager had promised a new set of sales leads soon, but they had not come through yet. Madison and I had been pouring our money into home renovations, and we were starting to feel the pinch. I had been taking a lot of days off to work on the place, and when you're self-employed, that means there isn't any "paid" time off. Just as I was considering putting a pause on our projects and/or starting an Uber driver account, an interesting opportunity presented itself. Madison came home one evening and met me outside as I was still working on our yard. She had a smile on her face and an evident excitement right under her grin. "I think I might have found a potentially profitable side gig," Madison declared without dropping her smile. "You know Lena's photography business? She has had trouble booking gigs lately, so she thought it might be good to branch out into some other photography styles." "She thinks it might be fun to experiment with boudoir photos. They're really popular right now, and she says a lot of people charge $800 for a session, even though they only take an hour or two!" "Okay," I replied, dropping my shovel and wiping the sweat from my eyes. "What are boudoir photos? How would you be helping her?" "They're like, sexy pics that people get as a gift for their partner when they get married, or just to feel pretty! Like those black and white lingerie photos, you must have seen them before." "You never gave me any lingerie photos when we got married. I've been having to take those myself!" I quipped, spurring a playful shove from Madison. "Anyway," Madison continued, "Lena wants to start offering boudoir shoots, but she hasn't done them before, so she doesn't have any in her portfolio. No one will want to book a session with her if she doesn't have examples, so she was wondering if I would pose for a few sample shots." There it was. It was always something like this when she brandished that mischievous grin. "That makes sense," I said with an affirming nod. "What is she doing with your photos, though? She's sending them to clients who want to book a session? Like, nude photos of you?" "No, of course not!" Madison laughed, still smiling. "It'll be a clothed shoot. Just some lingerie or bras, she said. They don't have to be too extreme, just something she can put on her portfolio website as an example." This gave me pause. Madison has been the victim (or, rather, willing participant) of some scandalous photos being sent out in the past, but it has always been either a wardrobe malfunction or an in-the-moment joke or something. Still, it didn't sound like these photos would be much worse than some of the gym content she posts on Instagram. "Wait," I said, shaking my head. "The photos will be online where anyone can see them?" "Well, yeah," Madison replied dryly. "But it's not like people just go trolling around photography sites for boudoir pics. It's a business page advertising a product. People will be paying attention to the photos, not to me. And besides, it's not any worse than some of my swimsuit pics that have circled around." This was true. Early that summer, some photos of Madison at a pool party had come out more provocatively than intended (I wrote all about it), and they made their way around her circle of friends from work. All things considered, this sounded like a step backward from that, and Madison has never been shy with her body anyway. "All right, I'm game," I said, mirroring her smile. "But what do you get out of it?" "Well," she uttered almost conspiratorially, "aside from giving you some copies of those sexy photos you missed out on, Lena offered to split the profit on anyone who books because of the ad with my photos! Even if we only get a few, that covers the down payment on the pool we've been talking about!" I was all for getting some hot, professional shots of my wife, and if it expedited our backyard project, that was a double win for me. Still, while I enjoyed how Madison teased people, I thought it might be good to set a few ground rules since some of her previous escapades got out of hand. "I think you should go for it," I said with slight trepidation, "but just so we're on the same page, I don't think it's a good idea to have anything explicitly nude on the internet. I know Lena tends to get you hyped up, but maybe try to avoid any frontal nudity, at least?" "Promise!" Madison beamed. As I stood covered in dirt and sweat, Madison went inside to tell Lena she was game and plan some outfits for the shoot, so I continued hacking away at sod for the patio I was planning to lay. -- Lena and Maddie settled on a date, and before long, the chosen weekend was upon us. I was once again elbows deep in some dirty yard work when Madison hopped out of the house to kiss me goodbye. She had a small duffel bag in tow, which I figured contained nothing but makeup and lingerie. I can see why most people don't mention getting boudoir pics done after marriage, as it felt a bit strange sending my wife off to be photographed nearly in the buff. Still, Lena was an excellent photographer, and I was sure the photos would come out great. After 3 or 4 hours had gone by, I decided to break for some dinner. The sun was starting to hang low in the sky, and I was absolutely thrashed from dawn to dusk yard work. I went inside to check my phone, and I noticed that I had not heard from Madison, so I shot her a text message to check in. Hugh sent: Hey babe, how is the shoot going? Need anything? Maddie sent: Hey babe!! Taking a break! Sorry, we had to change locations a few times and wait for the light to get better! Maddie sent: Lena says the golden hour is burning, so we are starting back up! See you in a couple of hours! Love you! Hugh sent: Send some progress pics ;) Love you. With that, I went to take a shower and find something to eat. I was beat, so I decided to take a quick nap and ended up being out for a couple of hours. By the time I woke up, I had several messages from Madison. The first message was a picture with the caption "per your request." It was a shot of Maddie on a bed. She was sitting with her body pointed away from the camera, looking back over her shoulder and sticking her tongue out at whoever was taking the photo. She was wearing a lacy bra and underwear set, and while her front side was out of view, her panties were cut away quite daringly, and most of her cheeks were visible. It was clearly just a cellphone pic, but it still looked great. It seemed like they were having fun, and the warm early evening light coming through the windows was terrific. The following message was a photo with no caption. It was a similar pose, but this time Madison was shown sitting topless from behind, with her lacy bra lying on the bed behind her. She was making a sultry expression that was a sort of played-up parody of lustful longing, with her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide and almost mournful. The last photo had a message that read: "Had to recruit a friend to take this one of Lena and me, I knew you'd want to see it though! Don't worry, he didn't see anything ;P" The photo was another cellphone photo. This time it was Madison and Lena on the bed. Madison was smiling warmly, now posed sitting and facing the camera. She was obviously completely nude save for a silvery silk sheet she was holding to her left breast by one corner. The sheet softly draped over her toned stomach and fell into a loose bundle, barely covering her crotch, leaving either side of her hips completely exposed. Lena, who was mostly clothed, wearing black skinny jeans and a black bralette, was positioned sitting behind Madison, one slender arm casually hung over Maddie's shoulder and using the large DSLR camera to cover Maddie's right breast. Her other hand was resting gently on Madison's exposed hip. Lena had her usual dark makeup that accentuated her black hair and willowy physique. Positioned behind Madison and using the camera to censor Maddie's tit made Lena appear strangely powerful in this photo, with a severe and sultry expression. Another message was sent right underneath the photo. It read: "Lena actually might use this one on the boudoir page! We just took it for you, but she says it really shows potential clients that the model is comfortable with the photographer. About to head back, love you!" This was definitely more than I expected. While it technically did cover everything, the silk sheet was extremely thin, and you could see a bump where Madison's nipple was just behind the paper-thin fabric below where she held it to her body. The bunched-up sheet covered the valuable boudoir real estate between her legs, but it was still jarring to know that she was altogether nude behind it, with two people in the room, no less. Still, a leaked semi-transparent swimsuit photo from earlier in the summer had featured Madison essentially topless since her nipples were fairly visible beneath the wet fabric of her bikini top. This wasn't so intense. As I pondered the situation, I heard the front door open, followed by the signature double thump of Madison kicking her shoes off with more enthusiasm than most people would deem necessary. Groggily, I heaved myself out of bed and made my way to greet her. "Hey babe," I said casually as I strolled into the living room, rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes as I went along. "How was the shoot?" Madison was once again wearing the outfit she had left in, a loose white button-up and jeans, minus that it was pretty apparent that she was now braless underneath her top. "Hey, babe! It went great!" Madison said with bright enthusiasm. She dropped her duffel and went right in for a hug. "Did you see the photos I texted you?" "I sure did," I replied with a hint of mock reproach. "I thought you said the clothes were staying on? It didn't look like much stayed in place." I emphasized that this was a joke by tickling her right under her arms, landing me a great laugh and some desperate squirms as she tried vainly to escape. After a moment, she tapped out, and I let her off. "I was covered the whole time," she returned confidently. "It did go a little bit further than I was expecting towards the end of the night, but we got some really good shots!" "Wait," I replied, "what do you mean it went further than you expected?" "I mean the thing with the sheet! I sent you a photo! I wasn't expecting to be totally naked like that, but Lena was getting me worked up, and the photos looked so good, it just kind of happened." "It's okay," I said with a chuckle. "I said I knew she was going to hype you up. Honestly, that photo wasn't too bad, all things considered." "Oh, thank god," Madison breathed a sigh of relief. "Lena took tons of photos with the sheet, they look great, but I was starting to worry that they were going too far. We definitely aren't posting some of them on the site, but she will email them all to us tomorrow. I am so glad you like them!" "Where did you take the photos?" I asked, mostly trying to fish out where she was since she mentioned other friends being there. "All over," she replied with implied exhaustion. "We started at Lena's, then we tried to take a few tame ones outside, but they didn't turn out well because it was so bright still. We actually went over to Phil's place to take a few photos by his pool closer to sunset. We stayed at his place until dark, then we swung back to Lena's apartment to take a few on her fire escape, but I think it was too dark at that point." Phil, another one of her coworkers, had recently remodeled his whole house, including an insane deck, patio, and pool addition that had become the envy of their office friend group. His addition had actually inspired us to tackle our own project because it had been such a hit that summer. "Let me guess, Phil took those photos you sent me?" I said, trying to withhold too much dryness in my tone. "He wasn't there the whole time, was he?" "Of course not!" Madison laughed. "He was there, of course, but we made him leave for most of the photo shoot, much to his disappointment. We did ask him to come back to take one of the progress pics you asked for, but he was only in and out a few times. It was actually hilarious, he was so flustered when he saw me wrapped in the sheet!" I decided not to be too grumpy about this. Phil had definitely seen this much of Madison around the swimming pool before, and with how casual she is with both her intentional and unintended exhibitionism, I was almost surprised that she didn't let him hover for the whole photo shoot. Lena was there to be a bulldog about the entire thing too, and I knew she wouldn't let him get too carried away. Still, her hints at the rest of the boudoir catalog had me both excited and a bit anxious to see everything that happened. I was on pins and needles waiting for Lena to send the shots. She didn't send them for a few days, much to my disappointment. I found myself actually pestering Maddie over the next few days, constantly asking if an email had come through yet. She thought it was funny and endearing that I was so desperate to see the shots but to be honest, I was also wanting to get early eyes on them to make sure Lena wasn't posting anything abhorrent on the internet, and I wanted to get a better idea of just how much skin she had been showing her coworkers. After a few painfully long days, Lena finally sent a link to a Google Drive folder with all the photos. It was pretty late in the evening, so we were just watching TV in bed. As soon as Maddie's email pinged on her phone, we both lit up with excitement. The email read, "Here are all of the good ones, I wanted you to check them out before they go on the portfolio site. Let me know if any of them are too spicy okay? No pressure. I love you! -Lena" Madison tapped the link, and a collection of photos opened up. She eagerly clicked the first one. I posted up right behind her so that I could inspect their work. The first photo was one that had been taken in Lena's apartment. It was barely what you would even call "sexy," just a photo of Madison on a couch, with a nearby window providing some soft backlighting through white curtains. The photo showed Madison looking at the camera from the side, still wearing her button-up shirt. It was unbuttoned down to her navel, and she was wearing a pretty fully coverage lacy bralette under it. Her arms were spread out over the back of the couch, and she was looking at the camera with a neutral, almost candid expression. While her chest was jutted out somewhat, it looked more like an album cover than anything else. It was a nice photo but very tame for those two. "This is kind of neat!" Maddie exclaimed. "We didn't take many photos at Lena's place, we couldn't get the lighting right. I should make this my profile pic, though!" I paid the photo a few compliments, but Maddie didn't linger on it for long, as it clearly wasn't capturing the vibe we were both anxious to see. Maddie swiped to the next photo, and the aesthetic change was practically whiplash-inducing. The next pic showed Madison in a skimpy black bikini by Phil's pool, laying on her stomach and propped up on her elbows, looking straight at the camera and biting her thumb, evoking the classic "sleepover gossip" pose. It was more of a Sports Illustrated style, and that golden hour sunlight was doing massive favors for her lean body and blonde hair. "Wow," Madison said with a smile. "I guess none of the photos between that first one and Phil's place turned out good. Oh well, I love this! It looks like so, etching out of a magazine." I agreed, and Madison swiped through the following few photos. They were all outside by the pool with various poses in and out of the water. She modeled a few of her favorite bikinis, and they all looked great, with the tiny triangles of different colored fabrics bringing attention to her best features. After she swiped again, she paused on the next photo. This one was of her standing in a shallow spot at the edge of the pool, and it was shot straight on, with Madison completely topless, covering her breasts with crossed arms. Water dripped from her hair and body, and her low-cut bikini bottoms showed off her flat stomach and toned thighs. The photo was black and white, and you could tell that the sun was getting ready to set, with the last of the warm light lending a dramatic and powerful contrast to the shot. "Damn," I whispered. "I'm getting kind of nervous for the rest of these shots if your top is already off this early," I said, only half joking. "Shut up," Madison replied with a giggle, shooting a playful elbow back at me. "This is the only topless one out there! Lena asked if it would be okay, she wanted one that showed she was comfortable shooting photos with less clothing. I didn't mind as long as I was covered, but Phil had been hanging out with us for the other shots, so Lena asked him to go inside while we took this one." "I was just going to ask about that," I laughed. "He just went inside without a word, though?" "Yeah, he went inside," Maddie huffed, "but he was pretty obviously watching us out the kitchen window over his sink. We totally saw him up there looking out at the pool while we worked; he looked away super fast and started acting like he was doing the dishes! He's such an ass, Lena and I just laughed it off, though." "Wait," I interjected, cutting her off, "did he see your tits through the window then?" "Ha," she giggled with a slight smile while shaking her head. "Not really, I don't think. After we sent him in, Lena asked me to take my top off and cover my chest. I undid the strings on my top and tossed it to the side, then I looked up and saw him in the window. I stuck my tongue out, flipped him off, and covered my chest right away, the whole shuffle was literally like two seconds, and he was pretty far away." The kitchen window was not that far from his pool, but Madison has had a wardrobe malfunction or two out at his pool before. I doubt he got a good look at anything new, but I made a mental note to rough him up a bit the next time I saw him. With that, Madison swiped to the next photo, changing scenes once again to indoors, on a bed. This shot seemed to be where she had been texting me previews. The picture showed Madison, photographed from behind, wearing a lacy bra and underwear set. She was sitting up on her knees just a bit, looking back over her shoulder but not making eye contact with the camera. The very last of the sunlight was coming in softly through a window. The shot was very sexy, but it had a peaceful vibe too. "Here's the good stuff," I joked, wrapping my arms tighter around her as we sat in bed. "Where are the ones where you're only covered by the sheet?" "Don't rush," Maddie urged with another prod from her elbow. "These ones are good! We took a lot of photos with different poses, and then we had a few more action shots of Lena and me as a kind of behind-the-scenes. After that, we took some where I just had the sheet." Maddie continued to swipe through the photos. They got progressively more drool-inducing as Lena's photography skills expertly captured various yoga-adjacent poses of Madison on the bed. She stretched, showing off her toned stomach, she crawled across the bed seductively, she dropped her bra straps over her shoulders, she played with the edges of her panties as if she were about to take them off. All of these pics were accompanied by flirtatious smiles or carnivorous "fuck me" stares. Some were in full color, some were black and white, and all of them looked great. I was surprised that Maddie's lacy underwear set didn't really show much, other than cleavage and most of her ass cheeks. I had readily expected them to push the envelope with some sheer or barely-there lingerie, but I guessed that Lena wanted some neutral-looking shots to advertise her work. I knew some more risquÃ(C) photos were coming, but if any of them were too much to post online, Lena at least had plenty to work with here. Eventually, Madison swiped to a photo that showed her from behind, reaching around to unclasp her bra, signaling the approach of the images that I was really interested in seeing. With minimal banter between each shot at this point, Madison swiped to reveal one of her kneeling on the bed, staring gently at the camera, her head lulling lightly, almost curiously, to the side. She was completely topless, this time doing the ever-popular hand bra pose, tenderly lifting her tits while her hands blocked the precious view of her nipples. It didn't show anything more than the poolside photos, but the bedroom setting upped the ante a bit, and somehow having her hands covering her tits was much sexier than having her arms crossed over them. "There we go!" I exclaimed victoriously. "Forward that one to me, that's gonna be my new lock screen and wallpaper." "No the hell it isn't!" Maddie replied with a huge smile, echoing my own enthusiasm. "There are still a few more poses! We really liked this one, though. The next few photos are probably of Lena and me. We really liked how this one turned out. We were still shooting at Phil's, so Lena asked if he would come in to take a few shots to document the process." She had already mentioned that Phil was there for some of this and that she stayed covered, and it wasn't like he and Lena hadn't seen Madison like this before. I still felt another twinge of agitation at the idea, but I was getting a ton of hot pics out of this deal, so I let us press on. Right in line with what Maddie said, the following few photos showed both Maddie and Lena, Madison still covering her breasts, and Lena handling her huge camera. They were really good behind-the-scenes shots; whoever's phone they used had an excellent camera. I could see in these shots that they had set up some soft studio lights facing the bed. Madison worked through a few poses while Lena appeared to be taking photos. Madison kept her hands held firmly to her chest the whole time, so I was confident that she probably didn't give Phil or Lena an up-close view of her tits. Still, her panties were now low cut and basically cheekless, so they both no doubt saw most of her ass while taking these. It wasn't anything worse than a bikini, all things considered, so I didn't feel too jealous. Madison flipped to the next photo, and the quality of Lena's giant DSLR camera replaced the cell phone pics. This was the moment I'd been waiting for: the sheet pics. This picture showed Madison lounging on the bed, now covered only by a thin sheet she held up to her chest. This one was head-on, and the sheet covered both her tits and most of her stomach and fell to a loose pile covering her crotch. The way she was sitting shot a scandalous amount of leg out to the side. It was great. If anything, these photos actually showed less skin than the ones where she was in her lingerie or just rocking panties and a hand bra. Still, the fact that you could tell she was completely nude beneath the thin fabric of the sheet was significantly more thrilling. Madison eagerly swiped through the nearly-nude photos as I appreciated the shots of her laying down, hanging over the bed, doing light yoga stretches, and crawling around on the mattress, all of them using the sheet to keep her most intimate bits just out of sight, when another alarming pic came into view. As Madison swiped to another photo, Lena came back into view, signaling another behind-the-scenes cellphone shot. The image showed Lena ducking by the bed to get a unique angle while Madison laid on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, still clutching the sheet to her tits. But this time, her whole ass was uncovered and totally in view. Her cheeks had made multiple appearances in this collection already, but the behind-the-scenes shot clarified that Phil had probably been in the room the whole time while Madison rolled around wearing nothing but a bed sheet. "More behind-the-scenes stuff, huh?" I said, glowering a bit. "Was he in there for all of this?" "I said he came in there to take some progress pics. I also said he didn't see much," Madison replied, sounding surprisingly nonchalant. "I guess he saw my butt for this pose, but we didn't take many like this, and lord knows he has seen worse." "Okay, but did he see anything else, though? You're basically naked in these photos." "No," Maddie said with a humorous tone returning to her voice. "Lena kept my sheet pretty well positioned the whole time, and you can see I'm basically death gripping it to my chest! Unless I was changing poses or repositioning the sheet, there wasn't much to see. We agreed on no frontal stuff beforehand, and I stuck to it despite a couple of hints from Lena that she wanted to do some topless shots. I mean, I don't care about nudity, but we hadn't really talked about them seeing me naked, so I stayed mostly covered." I was side-eyeing her, and she caught on to some of my hesitations. "We don't have to use any of this on Lena's portfolio website if you don't like it," Madison assured me with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "We were trying to make them as hot as possible. You might not want to see the last ones she took, though, if these are too much." I don't think she was trying, but this instantly revived my interest in the project. "I didn't say that, I like them a lot," I said, letting a smile tug at my expression again. "Let's get through the rest, then we can discuss it!" Madison resumed swiping through the photos with a chipper smile and a quick peck on my cheek. There were a few more of her covered by the sheet, with the edges of the fabric drifting closer and closer to showing something scandalous with each pic, then we finally hit the final photo that she had referenced a moment ago. This photo was shot in black and white, nearly birds-eye angled down at the bed where Madison was lying completely naked, with the silk sheet discarded to the side of the bed. As promised, nothing technically showed, as she held one hand over her pussy and one arm across her chest, covering her tits. Her hair was messy and thrown back, her body twisted slightly as if in a spasm of pleasure, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted, and she had the sort of euphoric expression that a shy girl might have mid-lovemaking. It could have been pulled straight from an erotic magazine. Her arms and hands kept any explicit nudity from being captured, but the scene's tone easily landed it an R rating nonetheless. "Holy fuck," I uttered in earnest surprise. "I knew you would like this one!" Madison beamed as if she was presenting me with a winning lottery ticket. "It's amazing," I admitted. "But we cannot put this online. Even for a boudoir portfolio, it just seems a bit much." "No problem," Madison replied, her smile unwavering. "This one is just for you then! We won't post any you're not okay with!" I bit at my lip, pondering if I was going to ask if her coworker Phil was still in the room for this one, but I didn't think I really wanted the answer, so I decided to assume Lena had shooed him off when the nudity escalated again, as she had done by their poolside photos. Otherwise, there would have been no way she could have gotten into that pose without flashing her tits and probably even her pussy to Lena and Phil. Regardless, she had done an okay job censoring herself, though seeing her hand pressed firmly over her pussy wasn't much less erotic than a full-on nude would have been. "I guess it's okay, nothing is showing, and not that many people will be seeing it," I relented, to Madison's thinly veiled delight. With a bit more discussion, we decided that the last photo was suitable for the photography website if Lena wanted to use it. These would likely only be seen by women looking to book a session, so it wasn't like we were passing out a nude fundraiser calendar (though I need to ensure that idea never comes up in front of her coworkers). Madison typed up a reply to Lena, who was ecstatic that Maddie said she could use all the shots and thanked her profusely. With that, the excitement over the topic carried us along for a few very hot nights and then faded out of sight and out of mind. About a week later, Lena sent Madison a link to her new boudoir page on the photography business website. It had a very dark and sexy look, with large photos of Maddie blown up to serve as hero images and example materials. All the best pics made appearances, and the scorching collection appeared entirely professional when accompanied by photo package options and prices, with a lovely behind-the-scenes shot at the bottom of the page next to a contact form. I'll hand it to them; it made it seem like Lena was skilled and fun to work with. -- Epilogue: Madison Gets Pulled Into the Boss's Office Madison walked gingerly through the front doors of her gray, corporate filing cabinet office building in the suburbs, walking with the quiet determination of the working-class employee who doesn't want to wake up early on a Monday but isn't quite ready to embrace a reputation for being late. Her heels clicked against the faux-marble floors rhythmically as she cut left towards the elevators and ducked into a crowded lift right before it closed. After a brief stop at nearly every floor between the lobby and her office, she finally popped out of the sliding doors of the elevator and landed on the delightfully mundane blue carpet tiles of her office, 8 AM on the nose. A small group of the regular slackers was already gathered around the reception desk, making quick work of the cheap Folgers coffee. The smell was decidedly stale to anyone who actually enjoyed coffee. Still, years of conditioning had helped Madison into a nice caffeine addiction. As she inhaled the fumes of liquid productivity, she straightened her clothes and nimbly made her way through the modest crowd to get her morning fix, collecting and distributing "good mornings" as she went along. "Good morning, Mads," Lena cooed from where she stood, leaning against the wall behind the reception desk, her own cup of coffee, likely her second or third, held lightly to her painted black lips. "Good morning, Lena," Madison replied warmly, trotting over to trade cheek kisses with Lena before pivoting quickly back to the coffee pot. Madison grabbed a styrofoam cup, poured the last of the coffee in, took a sip, and began getting the next pot going. "Good morning, ladies!" Peter called in a friendly tone as he made his way toward the desk. "Hey, great job on those photos, your stuff is amazing, Lena. Any more coffee?" "It's in progress," Maddie replied teasingly, shooting a conspiratorial glance toward Lena. "Uhh, thanks," Lena said towards Peter, some confusion hanging on her words. "You saw those already? How did you find my site?" Peter looked a tad sheepish but replied casually. "Your Instagram? I follow your photography page, it popped up in my suggestions months ago. Seriously, it's good stuff." Just then, Phil and Tom hopped off the elevator and called out to the group as they made their way towards the desk, Tom with his usual tall-dark-handsome smile and Phil with a typical thinly concealed hangover. "Maddie, what the heck," Tom said as he slid in next to Madison for a side hug, casually hanging one arm over her shoulder as she welcomed his greeting by sliding her arm around his waist. "You didn't invite me to Phil's! You're just as bad, Lena. How come you never want to take my picture?" Lena offered an eye roll rather than humoring Tom with a response. "Lay off her, asshole," Phil said with a smile as he playfully thumped Tom out of the way and stole his position at Madison's side, wrapping his own arm around her and pulling her in tight. "It was a private event, just the three of us. The pics turned out awesome, though, huh Maddie? I even saw some of the ones I took made the cut!" Madison felt a light blush creep over her cheeks as Tom, Phil, and Lena went through the typical morning banter, exchanging quips about the recent photo session. A few other people joined in to discuss pictures, ask about prices, and compliment Lena on her photography skills and Maddie's prowess as a model. It was quickly becoming apparent that the photo session didn't exactly stay confined to those seeking quotes for their own boudoir sets via the website, but rather than being flush with embarrassment, Madison was feeling something more akin to excitement at the thought of her scantily clad photos being the topic of the morning. As the larger group chatted about the photo work, Peter leaned in to where Tom, Phil, Madison, and Lena stood behind the reception area. "Just a heads up," Peter said in a somewhat hushed tone, "Ray is still in today. He seems like he's in a rare good mood lately but keep your heads down. You know he can be a bit of a hard ass." Ray was the district manager at their telecom company. He wasn't a regular fixture in the office, but he made his way over there a few days each month to make sure everyone was staying productive. He had taken over a small conference room to serve as an office space, and though the sales numbers were through the roof, people were still on edge whenever he stopped in. He wasn't unfriendly; he just had some naturally intimidating qualities that put everyone on edge. Eventually, everyone wrapped up their morning conversations and made their way to their desks for another day of gossip, slacking off, and knocking out the occasional action item that came their way. In the absence of many good sales leads, it was a dull day. Sometime after lunch, Madison got an email from Ray asking her to hop over to his office. Without any other info, Madison nervously made her way to the conference room where he had set up shop and knocked on the glass door. Ray waved her in and asked her to shut the door behind her. Ray greeted her from where he sat at the large wooden conference table as Madison hovered by the door nervously. "Maddie, how you doing today, all good? How the husband treating you?" "Yeah, everything is good!" Madison chirped, donning a light, friendly smile. "Work is good, home is good, all perfect. How are you doing? Are you in town for long?" "A while," Ray replied, cracking his knuckles and standing up to stretch his back with a wince. "Just wanted to touch base with you. No one is bothering you around the office, right?" Ray was a mountain of a man, several standard deviations from the norm for height. Where Tom and Hugh were tall, a shade over 6 feet or so, Ray was at least 6'8" and built like a linebacker. He had massive shoulders, massive hairy arms, and massive bear-like hands. Once upon a time, he was probably reasonably handsome, but now in his late 40s, balding, beer-bellied, and a few divorces worse for wear, he was more intimidating than anything. Maddie considered the question and replied after a pause. "No, no issues here. Why do you ask?" "To be candid," Ray said flatly, "I overheard some of my birdies talking about some photos of you. I care about all my people here, and I don't want nobody getting hassled, you get me?" "Oh my god, no," Maddie said quickly. "That's just a little modeling, just something Lena and I started on the side, no one has been bothering me about it. We're all pretty close here, and everyone has been nice, I don't mind at all!" "Close, that's good," Ray mused as he walked around to Madison's side of the table to stand facing her, crossing his arms across his broad chest, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up and straining to contain his massive forearms. "Anyone gives you grief, you give me a call, okay? We're like family here, I don't want any of my girls dealing with harassment, okay?" Madison broke eye contact and rocked back on her heels nervously. When it was clear that Ray was expecting a response, Maddie looked back up at him and offered her best smile. "No, really, it's nothing like that, and I don't mind at all!" "Okay, okay, good," he said, his flat expression still weighing down the atmosphere. "I don't care what anyone does in their free time, but when I saw those photos..." A greasy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I knew I should step in and let you know I'm looking out for you. Let me know if you need anything." Ray stepped over to stand right next to Madison and reached past her to open the door, holding it ajar to signal that their meeting was over. Madison had to crane her neck to look up at him. She had never felt as small as she did now, standing next to her behemoth of a boss. She offered a warm smile and a goodbye, then turned away and walked out of the room, conscious of Ray's eyes on her the whole time. Madison made her way back to her desk, with the sneaking suspicion that the whole purpose behind her exchange with Ray was for him to let her know that he had seen her almost entirely naked in the boudoir photos. The district manager, her boss's boss, had seen her cupping her tits in her hands. The sheet from the shoot was so thin that he had practically seen her nipples in some photos. Hell, he had seen her totally naked, barely covering her pussy with her hand. Still, not one to dwell on who has seen what parts of her, Madison went about her day, secretly enjoying her growing popularity at the office, and quietly pondering ways to take it to the next level.