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 ï>¿Nude Secretaries Day: CEOs Daughter by Totzman

   CEO must accept daughter will work nude.

   Monica Kelly silently slipped out of bed; trying not to wake him.  She
searched his bedroom floor for her panties, but couldn't find them
anywhere. Most of the floor was littered with his own dirty clothes, but
she spotted her bra lying by the doorway.  Monica tiptoed across the floor
and grabbed it, and quickly slipped it on.

   Brandon, or was it Brendan- Monica couldn't remember, snored quietly as
Monica searched for the rest of her clothes.  She could see her skirt lying
just outside the bedroom door, so she very stealthily scooped it up and
slipped her legs inside it.  She could put her panties on later when she
found them.

   "You want to get breakfast?"

   Monica spun around to see Brandon or Brendan sitting up in bed, looking
at her.

   "Oh!  No.  I have to get to work."

   "I didn't get your number," he said.

   "I didn't give it."

   Monica hurried out of the bedroom.  Her purse was at the top of the
stairs, right where she'd dropped it the previous night.  She remembered
he'd gotten her blouse off moments after entering his front door.  A quick
check down the stairway left Monica relieved to find it still there. 
Grabbing her purse, she quickly hurried down the stairs and put on her
blouse and both of her heels which also lay nearby.  She couldn't be out of
this man's house soon enough.

   It wasn't until she was outside that she finally felt a pang of regret.
Brandon or Brendan wasn't a bad guy by any means, but she wasn't proud of
what she'd done with him the previous night.  She almost considered going
back in to apologize, until she checked her phone and realized it was
almost time for work.  She had to make a call.

   "Hey Shari.  It's me.  Do you think you could give me a ride to work
today?  I'm at-" she read the numbers on the side of the house, "8771
Clements.  Yeah.  I did some bad things last night.  Appreciate it."

   Shari had been Monica's best friend from work for the past three years,
and Monica was sure she could trust her to keep her illicit hookup secret
from her other coworkers.  It wasn't long before Shari arrived and Monica
got into her car.

   "Bad things last night, huh?" Shari said teasingly as Monica got in.  "I
want details!"

   Monica rolled her eyes.  "I'd rather not relive them."

   It was at that moment she remembered she hadn't retrieved her panties.
They were still somewhere in Brandon or Brendan's bedroom.  Evidently
Monica would be going commando to work and her date had a souvenir of their
tryst.

   "Before we head into work, there's a quick stop we have to make," Shari
said.  She pulled into a corner store and went inside while Monica waited
in the car.  The voluptuous redhead emerged minutes later carrying three
bottles of champagne.

   "Champagne?  What's the occasion?"

   "I can't tellllll," Shari said teasingly.  That was all Monica needed to
hear.

   "The Martinez deal went through?" Monica exclaimed.

   Shari grinned ear to ear.  "You didn't hear it from me!"

   For months, Monica and Shari's company, J.T.  Levinson, was in talks to
buy out one of their biggest competitors, Martinez, Inc.  If the deal went
through, rumor had it that all of the Martinez employees would retain their
jobs, but be moved into the empty office space on the floor below J.T. 
Levinsons'.  It was a deal that would allow George Martinez to retire in
luxury and allow J.T.  Levinson to double their profits.

   "That is SO exciting!  I wonder what our bonus checks will be like!"

   "Let's not count our chickens yet," Shari said.  She pulled into the
parking lot behind the Williams building and the two secretaries exited the
car.

   They caught the attention of most of the men in the office when they
entered.  Their male coworkers' eyes instinctively drifted towards the
tight skirts as they undressed the attractive ladies with their eyes.  And
in just a few days time, they would not have to do this.

   Monica's boss Albert Hosdale and Shari's boss David Carter were in the
conference room.  David's eyes lit up when Shari entered.

   "Did you bring it?" he asked.

   Shari held up one of the bottles of champagne and grinned.

   "Get everyone in here!  Monica, start pouring glasses!" he said.

   Monica did as David asked and before long, the conference room was
filled with most of the J.T.  Levinson staff.  Monica handed a glass to
each employee as they entered.  From the murmuring and muttering, it was
apparent most of the people in the room had already guessed the occasion,
but that didn't seem to stop David from climbing onto the conference room
table and shouting to get their attention.

   "Well, I suppose you're all wondering why I've gathered you all here!"
he said.

   "Oh my gosh!  The new soap dispensers came in?" Lori Peterson guessed,
facetiously.  Everyone laughed.

   "Almost as exciting as that!" David said.  "I'm happy to announce, that
after months of negotiating, Martinez said yes!"

   The room erupted in cheers.  Monica gulped down her champagne along with
her other coworkers, excited and relieved to have months of negotiating
work finally come to an end.  She looked to Albert, but found her boss had
already left the conference room, leaving his glass of champagne behind.

   The conference room door opened, and a late arrival entered.  Monica
froze.  The late arrival was none other than Matt Purcell.  Matt was a
newly hired marketing consultant who looked as though he were a model.  His
wavy black hair was combed to the side, and his piercing blue eyes locked
with Monica's as he stepped into the room.

   "Hey, Matt.  You missed the fun.  I mean- the announcement," she said,
not taking her eyes off him.

   "Had a call to finish up.  I take it the Martinez deal went through?"

   "Sure did!  Champagne?"

   Matt nodded.  Monica poured him a glass, and as she handed it to him,
their fingers briefly touched.  Her pulse soared.

   "Thanks," Matt said, and winked.

   Monica turned around, and took a deep breath.  She was about to turn
back to face him again when she felt a hand slap her bottom.  She spun
around to face Mike Delaney, who was grinning boyishly.  Monica groaned. 
Mike had been itching to sleep with her for the past year even after she'd
refuted him in every possible way she could think up.

   "Hey, Miss Tightbuns!  Still feeling firm!" He squeezed the ample mound
of Monica's bottom through her skirt.

   "I do my best," she said with a forced smile.

   She could see the small erection forming in his pants just below his
beer belly.  Mike squeezed her bottom again, curiously.

   "You're not wearing any panties, are you?"

   "Shh!" Monica whispered.  She looked over to see Mike's comment had
caught Matt's attention.

   "You naughty girl!  How about you come back to my office for a little
one-on-one discipline?" Mike grinned, mischievously.

   "I'll pass, thanks Mike."

   "Ah!  You can't hold out on me forever, hon!"

   Monica excused herself from the conference room, and could feel Mike's
eyes watching her ass as she walked out.  Robyn Valberg, another secretary,
followed her out.

   "Mike is such a CREEP!" Robyn whispered as soon as the doors shut behind
her.

   Monica let out a long breath.

   "You'll get used to him," Monica finally said.  "He's not this bad most
of the time.  His horniness is on overdrive lately because of, well, you
know-"

   Robyn looked at Monica quizzically.  "No.  What?"

   Before Monica could answer, Shari stepped into the hallway.

   "Have you seen Albert?  David wants to talk with him," Shari said.

   "He left a few minutes ago.  He was on a call and looked kind of
concerned," Robyn said.

   The three secretaries curiously made their way down the hallway to
Albert's office.  Just as they arrived, he emerged, and Albert looked as if
he'd been slapped in the face.  He beckoned the three ladies into his
office and shut the door.

   "What's wrong?" Monica asked.

   Albert sighed, and took a seat at his desk.

   "I just got off the phone with Martinez.  He's backing out of the deal."

   "He is?  Why?" Shari exclaimed.

   "Yeah!  I thought this was a done deal.  Why's he backing out now?"
Monica asked.

   Albert tapped his fingers on the desk sullenly.

   "He was all ready to go through.  He'd signed the papers and they were
on their way to us.  But one of his assistants brought something to his
attention..." Trailing off, Albert shook his head and spat out the words he
was putting off saying.  "He found out about Nude Secretaries Day."

   "Nude what?" Robyn asked, bewildered.  Monica and Shari exchanged
glances.  It was an annual tradition which the two veteran secretaries of
J.T.  Levinson were all too familiar.  One day each year, all of the
secretaries were required to report to work completely nude.

   "Nude Secretaries Day," Shari said.  "We have it every year.  All of us,
you, me, Monica, we have to work the whole day naked."

   Robyn shook her head, disbelievingly.  "That's ridiculous!  How can they
expect us to do that?"

   "That's what I thought at first," Monica said.  "But it's actually a lot
of fun.  You'll get used to it."

   "Monica's right, Robyn," Albert said.  "In past years, in most cases,
once the secretaries get over the initial shock, they find they really
enjoy it.  I'm sure you will, too."

   "Not a chance.  You girls can run around in your birthday suits if you
want.  I won't be taking casual day to that extreme, thank you very much,"
Robyn said.  She walked out of the office.

   Monica and Shari glanced at each other awkwardly.

   "Hopefully convincing Martinez will be easier than convincing her,"
Shari said.

   *****

   The associates of J.T.  Levinson held a staff meeting later that morning
to determine how to handle the Martinez situation.  Monica and Shari were
asked to attend, and after serving coffee to each of the men in attendance,
they took a seat at the table.

   "We can convince him," David said, with all the conviction of a man
claiming the sun would rise the next day.  "He's worked too long to
finalize this deal.  He's stalling in the hope we'll cave."

   "I'm not so sure," Albert said, languidly.  "I heard his voice on the
phone.  He was livid.  I'm sure he'd sooner burn his company to the ground
before he'd let us tell his girls how to dress.  Or rather, how not to
dress."

   Mike chuckled.  "What's this guy's issue?  He a queer?  Or is he just
pissed he's gonna miss seeing all that T&A after he retires?"

   Albert held a hand up to silence Mike.  "Uh, Mike?  Martinez's daughter
is a secretary at his company.  I think that was his biggest concern."

   "Yeah, Mike, he doesn't want you feeling her up when she starts working
here!" Rich Hetland joked.

   Everyone laughed.

   "Well, maybe Martinez's daughter could be exempt from Nude Secretaries
Day," Monica suggested.  She slunk into her chair when she felt everyone in
the room looking at her.  "I mean, just so the deal can move through..."

   The men present looked at each other, as if they were trying to decide
which of them was going to explain the obvious to Monica.  Finally, Albert
spoke up.

   "First off Monica, nepotistic privilege is only going to expose her to
resentment from her coworkers.  George Martinez has always wanted his
daughter treated the same as all of his other employees," Albert said. 
"Secondly, Vanessa Martinez is an absolute knockout.  We're talking all
natural double D's, an ass to die for, and legs for days.  Hell, Rich,
bring up those bikini pictures you found of her."

   Rich took out his laptop and made his way to Vanessa's Facebook page,
where he opened up a set of photos of her on vacation.  He linked his
computer to the conference room projector, and everyone in the room was
treated to a view of George Martinez's daughter posed next to a palm tree
in a skimpy red bikini.  All of the men went silent.  Even Monica and Shari
felt their jaws drop at the sight of Vanessa's smooth skin and delicate
curves.

   Rich flipped from one photo to the next, each one providing a seemingly
more stunning depiction of Vanessa's physique than the last.

   "I- think the photos speak for themselves," Albert said.  The other men
in the room nodded in agreement.  "Now, show of hands.  Anyone in this room
okay with this woman being the only woman in our office NOT naked on Nude
Secretaries Day?"

   Monica glanced around the room to see not a single hand raised.

   "Well, February 5th is Nude Secretaries Day," David said.  "I propose we
invite George Martinez, his daughter, and his VP's over to visit that day,
and see what we can do about changing his mind."

   "I say great minds think alike, David," Albert said.  "That's why I
asked Monica and Shari to this meeting.  Monica, I want you to be extra
friendly with Mr.  Martinez during his visit.  You did so well with Mr. 
Schwartzbauer last year, I'm sure you'll do just as well with Mr. 
Martinez."

   Monica sighed.  Last year she'd been assigned to be extra friendly to
Mr. Schwartzbauer to convince him to close a deal with J.T.  Levinson,
which of course meant helping him empty his balls.  She could only assume
she'd be expected to do the same with Mr.  Martinez, now having earned the
reputation as the office slut.

   "Shari, being as you're so good with the women, you're in charge of
handling Miss Vanessa."

   Shari grinned.  "With pleasure!"

   "I'm sure you'll be able to charm that woman out of her underwear as you
always do," Albert said.

   Monica had to admit this was true.  Shari was perhaps the sole reason
Monica hadn't quit her job the first year she'd been asked to participate
in Nude Secretaries Day.  For Shari, nudity, even in public and in the
presence of the opposite sex, was the most natural thing in the world.  She
seemed to have a talent for convincing other women to adopt this way of
thinking, and had successfully garnered the cooperation of most of the
secretaries at J.T.  Levinson for the past six Nude Secretaries Days.

   "I'd say we have a plan!" Mike declared.  Everyone seemed to be in
agreement.

   "Work your magic, ladies!" Albert said.  "You two get Martinez to agree
to the buyout, I'll double your bonus!"

   "Shari, you get Vanessa out of her clothes before she leaves Tuesday,
I'll triple yours!" David said.

   "Not a problem!" Shari said with a smile.

   *****

   Barry Knapp was at his desk when his secretary Robyn placed a paper on
his desk.

   "What's this?" Barry asked.

   "My two weeks notice," Robyn said, sharply.

   Barry looked up in shock.

   "You're quitting?  Why?"

   Robyn folded her arms.

   "Nude Secretaries Day?  What kind of business is this?"

   Barry shrugged.

   "The other ladies went along with it.  It's actually becoming more
common, so I heard."

   He shrunk under Robyn's angry stare.

   "Not with me.  I won't even be coming in that day," she snapped.

   Barry leaned back in his chair, defeated.

   "Robyn, Martinez is coming over that day and I've got to be on top of
things!  What am I going to do without a secretary that day?"

   "You'll have to make do without one.  I'm out." She walked to the door.

   "Anything I can do to change your mind?" he offered, hopefully.

   Robyn stopped.  "Yeah!  Not make me come into work naked that day!  How
about it?"

   Barry shook his head apologetically.  Robyn walked out.  Sighing, Barry
picked up his phone and pressed the fourth button on his speed dial.

   "Hi, Shari?" Barry said.  "I need your help."

   *****

   The Booby Bunk was an all-nude Gentleman's Club where the staff of J.T.
Levinson frequently met after work.  Monica and Shari tagged along with
their randy male coworkers at Albert's request.  The two secretaries sat in
the corner, quietly sipping their drinks and watching the nearly naked
dancers gyrate on stage.  Monica counted her blessings that at this moment
at least, she was able to remain dressed.  In just a few days, it would be
her doing her job in the buff.

   To Monica's surprise, Shari was not being her usual jovial self. 
Instead of ogling the gorgeous dancers along with the guys, Shari sullenly
sipped her margarita and said very little.

   "Hey.  What's up with you tonight?" Monica asked.

   Shari sighed.  "Oh, it's just- Robyn put in her two weeks today."

   Monica arched an eyebrow.  Somehow that was not what she was expecting
Shari to say.

   "I heard.  I didn't know you two were that close."

   "We aren't.  It's just that Barry asked me to try to convince her not
to. And I couldn't."

   Monica shrugged.  "It's not for everyone.  He'll hire someone new.  I'm
sure he'll find a cute girl to fill her seat before the 5th."

   Shari shook her head.  "That's not the point.  I've ALWAYS been able to
talk girls into taking their clothes off.  Even you, Miss Modesty!"

   Monica chuckled.  It was true, Monica really hadn't been an
exhibitionist until Shari had brought it out in her.

   "And just now, I was talking to that cute bartender up there," Shari
said, directing Monica's attention to the busty brunette serving drinks. 
"I tried to talk her into showing me her tits.  And she said no!"

   "She's a bartender!  If you want to see tits, all you have to do is turn
around!"

   Shari let out an exasperated sigh.  "That's not the POINT, Monica. 
Albert and David are expecting me to convince the Martinez girl to take her
clothes off next Tuesday.  If I can't do it, this multi-million dollar
buyout might not happen!"

   Monica placed her hands on Shari's cheeks.

   "Hey," Monica said.  "Don't sweat it.  If convincing Vanessa to strip
naked in front of her father and all of his business associates can be done
by anyone, it can be done by you.  And if not, it wasn't meant to be. 
Trust me."

   Shari stuck out her lower lip.

   "You think so?"

   "I know so." Monica peered up at the stage.  "Hey.  There's a girl you
should have no trouble convincing to take her clothes off."

   Shari looked to the stage.  The girl in question was Heidi Thomas. 
Heidi worked as a secretary at J.T.  Levinson during the day, and danced at
the Booby Bunk at night.  Heidi's pretty face and busty figure was perhaps
the main draw for her male coworkers at J.T.  Levinson to come visit her at
her other occupation.

   The club emcee's voice came in over the speakers.  "Gentlemen, let's
give it up for one of our most popular dancers, Butterfly!"

   Rock music blasted over the sound system as Heidi proceeded to wrap her
pink lingerie clad body around the pole.  Albert, Mike, and David each took
out their wallets and took seats at the edge of the stage.  Within seconds
Heidi's bra was off and fluttering down upon the gawking spectators below.

   "Remember when THAT girl was apprehensive about stripping at work?"
Monica said in Shari's ear.

   Shari nodded.  That girl was now clad in nothing but panties, and those
were now edging slowly down her thighs.

   "I don't think you've got anything to worry about," Monica said.

   *****

   Julie Downey had just stepped out of the shower when she heard a knock
on the bathroom door.

   "Julie!  Phone!" Her stepfather bellowed through the door.

   "Just a sec!" She quickly grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it snugly
around her slim but curvy 22-year-old body.  She opened the bathroom door
and took her cell phone from her stepfather's extended hand.

   "Hello?" she greeted, swiping her wet hair away from the receiver as she
did.

   "Hello Julie, this is Barry Knapp calling from J.T.  Levinson, how are
you this afternoon?"

   Julie's heart skipped.  After weeks of submitting resumes to offices
around the city, she'd finally gotten a call.  Julie quickly switched off
the radio mounted on the bathroom wall and cleared her throat.

   "Hello Mr.  Knapp, I'm doing wonderfully."

   "Good to hear.  I'm calling in regards to the application you submitted
for the secretary position.  Are you still interested?"

   "Yes, I definitely am," Julie said authoritatively.

   "Excellent.  I'd love to have you come in for an interview sometime in
the next week.  Can you tell me what days you'll be available?"

   "Um, let me check my schedule." Julie quickly hurried from the bathroom
and down the hall to her bedroom.  As she did, her stepfather stole a
glimpse at her towel-clad body.

   Craig Holland married Julie's mother ten years prior, and in the years
since, he'd noted his wife's daughter's growth into a mature young woman
with some interest.  He'd been disappointed to see Julie had covered
herself with a towel before she'd opened the bathroom door.  On a few
occasions in the past, Craig had been lucky enough to catch more revealing
glimpses of Julie in her bra and panties, and once he'd even gotten a very
brief peek at her topless.

   Julie took out her day planner and examined her work schedule for the
following week.

   "I'm available Tuesday and Thursday, either of those days would work,"
Julie said.

   "You're available Tuesday the 5th?" Barry's voice perked up.  Julie
confirmed her answer.

   "That would be the best day for you to be here, actually," he said. 
"Why don't you come on by at 10, if that works for you?"

   "It does!" Julie said.

   "Good.  And please dress nicely.  We prefer our secretaries wear skirts
and high heels.  I recommend you wear both for your best chances of getting
hired."

   "I'll be sure to," Julie said.

   When the call ended, Julie let out a triumphant "YESSSSS!!!!"

   "Got a job interview?" Craig asked, appearing in the door frame.

   "Yes!  At J.T.  Levinson!  I have an interview on Tuesday!"

   Craig thought for a moment.  "J.T.  Levinson.  I know where that is. 
They're not far from my office.  If you want, I could give you a ride?"

   "That would be great!  Thanks so much Craig!" She wrapped her arms
around him and gave him a loving squeeze.  He hugged her back, while
enjoying the sight of her partially exposed bottom peeking out from
underneath her towel in the mirror behind her.

   He let out a knowing smile.  "Glad to help."

   *****

   It was ten minutes to eight in the morning when Monica stepped into the
lobby of the Williams building.  She waved hello to the security guard
before making her way to the elevator.  To her surprise, it was empty. 
Monica usually rode up with at least one other person every morning,
usually a coworker, but today she had the small metal box to herself as she
ascended to the fifth floor.

   She squeezed her purse to her side nervously; the plain beige design
matched her tan overcoat nicely.  Albert had texted her earlier that
morning asking her to prepare notes for an impromptu meeting at eight
sharp. She would have to hurry to make sure they were prepared in time.

   At the fifth floor, the doors opened, and she saw Tim, from the mail
room making his rounds.

   "Morning, Monica," he said.

   "Hi Tim," she said, and made her way to her office.  As her high heels
clicked across the floor, several men poked their heads out of their
offices and eyed her with much interest.  Monica smiled at them and
continued to her office.

   Once inside, she could see Albert snatching papers one-by-one as his
printer spat them out.  He handed the entire stack of them to Monica as she
entered.

   "Here's everything we'll need.  I'm thinking we'll need ten copies."

   "Not a problem," Monica said.  "I'll have them in the conference room
in-" she checked her watch, "seven minutes.  And not a minute later."

   They both laughed.  Monica placed her purse in her desk drawer, and
noticed Albert watching her closely.  She blushed as she untied the belt
around her long coat, and pulled the coat from her shoulders.

   Albert's eyes went wide when he saw Monica pull the coat from her body,
revealing what she was hiding underneath.  She sheepishly hung her coat up
on the wall hook, and flipped her day calendar to Tuesday the fifth.

   "Happy Nude Secretaries Day, Albert," she said, turning towards her boss
to give him a clear view of her naked body.

   "Happy Nude Secretaries Day, Monica," he said, and sat back in his chair
with a smile.

   He ran his eyes up and down her body.  Her breasts were round and
beautiful, with soft light brown nipples.  Her belly was toned and flat
thanks to her many hours of crunches at the gym.  And best of all, her
pussy, freshly shaved, peeked out between her creamy white thighs.

   She lingered idly for a moment so Albert could check out her body,
before grabbing the packet of papers.

   "Well, I better get these copied," she said nervously.

   He watched her tight, firm ass as she walked out of the office with the
packet in her hands.

   It still felt surreal walking through the office wearing nothing but her
high heels.  She could feel a cool draft against every square inch of her
skin.  She could feel her breasts bounce with every step she took,
unrestrained by a bra.  She could sense the watchful stares of her
coworkers, gleefully eyeballing her as she passed them by.

   She was pleased to see Shari hurrying out of her office, and to see she
was not the only person working naked that day.  Shari's full double-h
breasts bounced heartily as the buxom redhead scampered down the hallway
towards her.

   "Heyy!" Shari greeted.  "Happy Nude Secretaries Day!"

   Monica smiled, and the two nude ladies embraced tightly, squeezing their
breasts against one another as they did.  Just as quickly, they released
one another.

   "Not much time to chat.  Got to prepare for this meeting!" Shari blurted
out, and continued to streak down the hallway.

   Monica stopped at the xerox machine and quickly printed off ten copies
for the imminent meeting.  As she quickly compiled them into separate
packets, a voice behind her made her stop in her tracks.

   Matt Purcell was coming down the hallway.  She could hear him getting
closer.  Since this was his first year at J.T.  Levinson, this would be his
first time ever seeing Monica nude.  She prayed he would not be
disappointed.

   "Monica?" he asked.

   She froze.  He'd already spotted her; there was no fleeing now.  Slowly,
she turned to face him, forcing herself to keep her arms to her sides to
give him a good look at her.

   "Hi, Matt,"she said, her voice trembling.

   Matt's eyes went wide.  His gaze went from her face, to her breasts, to
her pussy, her legs, back up to her breasts, and finally her face again.

   "You...look...amazing," was all he could say.

   Monica blushed.

   "You think so?"

   Matt nodded.  "I heard you had a rocking body, but, I was not expecting
this."

   Monica giggled nervously.  "Thank you."

   "I- need to use the copier," Matt said, grinning.  He patted Monica's
butt to nudge her aside.

   "Sorry!" she said, and quickly scampered away.

   "Uh, Monica?" he asked.

   She stopped in her tracks.

   "You want your copies?"

   "Oh!" She slapped herself in the forehead with a self-depreciating
"duh!" and quickly retrieved the copies from the output tray.  Flustered,
she hurried to the conference room while Matt chuckled.

   The meeting was already in session when Monica entered the conference
room, but it came to a standstill the moment she set foot inside.  Every
pair of eyes in the room turned to look at her.  She blushed.  Even with
this being her third year participating in Nude Secretaries Day, Monica
still felt self-conscious upon having her body ogled and admired by her
coworkers.

   "I- got the copies," she said hesitantly, holding them up.

   "Well, don't be shy gorgeous, hand them out," Albert said assuringly.

   Monica strutted towards the table as the eyes of her coworkers followed
her every step.  She could see that Shari was pouring coffee; Shari was
enjoying her role to its fullest as evidenced by the way she leaned farther
than necessary over the table to fill each man's cup and letting her large
breasts linger in their faces until the cup was filled.

   Monica went around the table, placing a packet in front of each man, and
as she did, she paused to allow him to gawk at or grope her.  She placed a
packet in front of David Carter, as his hand wandered up her thigh.  She
smiled at him before moving on to the next man.

   John Burton wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to
him, prompting Monica to laugh giddily as he did.  He kissed her on the hip
before releasing his grip.

   Monica then felt a hand squeeze her bottom tightly, and she didn't have
to look to know who it was.  Mike Delaney was grinning ear to ear when she
placed his packet in front of him.

   "I'm liking it, Miss Tightbuns!  I'm liking it a lot!" he said.

   "Of course you are!" Monica said, snarkily.

   Mike gripped Monica's butt cheek firmly and jiggled it up and down. 
When his palm seemingly had had its fill, Mike smacked her behind and she
was on her way.

   She continued handing out the packets, until she finally stopped in
front of Albert.  Her boss smiled up at her, and rested his hand on her
side.  She stared at him seductively as his hand drifted down the curve of
her hip and along her thigh.  He pressed his face close to her belly and
inhaled deeply.

   "You're still as ravishing as ever, Monica," he said.

   She giggled and kissed the balding spot on his head.

   It was at that moment the conference room doors opened, and Heidi Thomas
came rushing in.  She was dressed in her usual skirt and blouse ensemble,
and she looked into the room in exasperation.

   "HERE you all are!  I've been looking around the office and I couldn't
find anyone!"

   The men in the room chuckled.

   "We're just having our usual morning meeting, Heidi," David said with a
hint of condescension.

   The men in the room looked Heidi up and down.

   "Um, Heidi?" Shari asked.  "Why are your clothes still on?"

   Heidi stopped, and stared at Monica and Shari.

   "Oh shoot!  Nude Secretaries Day is TODAY?"

   Shari shook her head.  "I sent you a memo about it, Heidi!"

   "Just give me a second!" Heidi said, and scurried out of the room.

   "Heidi?" Albert said, and she stopped in her tracks just as she was
stepping through the doorway.  She turned to face him.  "You can get
undressed in here.  I'm sure the gentlemen present won't mind." He looked
around the room and the other men nodded in agreement.

   "Well, okay then!" Heidi said.  Quickly, she pulled off her blouse, and
immediately her audience marveled at the pretty red silk bra she had on
underneath, as well as the rather generous cleavage it contained.

   Heidi laid her blouse onto one of the empty chairs resting in the corner
of the room, and proceeded to unzip her skirt.  As she slid the zipper
down, the men behind her were treated to a view of her silky red thong, and
her smooth round cheeks peeking out from either side.  Heidi kicked off her
high heels and slid her skirt to the floor, and bent over to pick it up.

   The entire room went silent as a morgue as Heidi retrieved her skirt
from the floor and picked it up.  Next came her stockings; she slid each
one down and laid it across the chair that held her blouse and skirt.

   Heidi didn't seem the slightest bit self-conscious at being watched
while she undressed.  A year of stripping in front of strangers at the
Booby Bunk made her all too accustomed to it.  Her captive audience braced
themselves as Heidi unclasped her bra and pulled the straps from her
shoulders.

   Even Shari was transfixed at the sight of Heidi pulling the cups from
her round breasts and setting the garment aside.  Monica couldn't help but
notice Shari's own nipples stiffened at the sight of Heidi's pink areolae
on display.

   Finally, Heidi bent over, and slipped her silky red thong to her ankles.
When it was off, she slid her feet back into her high heels and turned to
face her dumbstruck admirers.  They stared her body up and down once again;
speechless as they beheld her beauty.  Her long golden hair.  Her round,
succulent breasts.  Her smooth belly.  Her supple thighs.  The glint of her
metal labia piercings seemed to wink at them from across the room.

   "Thank you for that, Heidi," Albert said, clearing his throat.

   Heidi gave a slight smile at having earned their approval.

   "Well then," Albert said, practically having to catch his breath. 
"Let's go over what we're going to say to Martinez when he gets here."

   "Oh!" Heidi exclaimed.  "That reminds me!  He's outside now with a cute
babe and a few other guys at the south entrance.  I told him I'd have to
get authorization to let them in the building!"

   Albert's jaw dropped.

   "Martinez is outside right NOW?"

   Heidi slunk back a step.  "Um, yeah.  It's kind of cold out, and he
seemed pretty impatient about being let in.  That's why I hurried."

   Albert, and several other managers buried their faces in their palms. 
Albert sighed.

   "David, would you please go downstairs and let Mr.  Martinez and his
associates into the building?"

   Heidi swallowed nervously.  "Oops..."

   *****

   The employees of J.T.  Levinson gathered in the foyer in front of the
elevators expectantly.  Albert, Mike, and the other sales managers stood in
a line ready to welcome their guests, including Irvin Halliwell, the CEO of
J.T.  Levinson.  Per Albert's request, Monica, Shari, and Heidi were each
present and ready to give the arriving party a sexy eyeful.

   The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.  George Martinez stepped off
the elevator, shaking his head and followed by four of his associates.  His
face brightened at the sight of the small crowd gathered in the foyer
waiting for him, particularly the three nubile young women among them.

   "George!  So nice to have you visit us!" Irvin said, extending his hand.

   George shook Irvin's hand, but his head was turned in the direction of
Monica.  His gaze traveled up and down Monica's shapely body.

   "It's a- pleasure to be here," George said, still admiring Monica,
Shari, and Heidi.  "I suppose I should have called to let you know I'd be
here sooner."

   "Our fault entirely," Albert said.  He shook George's hand next.  "We
should have had someone stationed out there ready to direct you."

   "Let me introduce my associates to you.  This is Bill Weiss, Ray Connor,
Terry Dunlap, and Scott Redmond," George said, and each of the four men
shook hands with the J.T.  Levinson staff members, all transfixed on the
three beauties.  "And this of course, is my daughter, Vanessa."

   Now it was the J.T.  Levinson staff's turn to have their jaws drop.  A
tall, curvaceous Latina beauty with wavy jet black hair cascading down her
shoulders stepped off the elevator and went to her father's side.  She wore
a form fitting black skirt suit that hugged every minute curve of her
hourglass figure.

   Only a hint of cleavage peeked out from the top of her blouse, while the
remainder of her full breasts remained teasingly hidden from view.  Her
tight skirt stopped four inches above her knees, while her stocking-clad
legs continued for another mile to the floor.  Deep red lipstick
exquisitely adorned her soft, full lips.

   She extended her lithe hand and shook Irvin's.

   "Pleased to meet you," Vanessa said softly but confidently.

   The CEO froze; the softness of her hand sent a tingle up his arm.  He
released her hand from his grasp and rested his arm to his side, but the
warmth of her touch still graced his palm.  Vanessa then shook the hand of
each of the J.T.  Levinson sales managers, melting each man as she did. 
Albert felt his penis swell as her delicate fingers wrapped around his
hand, and her piercing brown eyes locked with his, knowingly.

   "We're all very happy to meet you, Vanessa.  And the rest of you
gentlemen," Albert said, his face growing flush.  "Please join us in the
conference room.  We have refreshments waiting for you."

   *****

   When Martinez and his associates were settled in the conference room,
Monica was excused to handle a few of her secretarial duties.  The all too
familiar feel of her leather chair was cool against her bare bottom as she
took her seat.

   Albert left her a list of clients whom he wanted her to call; one by one
Monica went through the list, calling each one and leaving Albert's desired
message.  She was polite and professional, and wondered whether the
customer on the phone had any idea that the woman they were speaking to was
nude.  If they did, none of them let on.  Well, almost none of them.

   She was talking to Shaun Levy from the Wymer corporation, who ended his
conversation with, "...and what was your name again?"

   "Monica Kelly," she replied.

   "And you're Albert's secretary?"

   "Yes, that's right."

   "Oh.  And what might you be wearing at this moment?" he asked, stifling
a chuckle in his voice.

   "Just my heels," Monica said with an amused sigh.

   "Mmm.  Wish I could see you, darling."

   "I suppose your imagination will have to do!"

   Monica blushed as she ended the call.  Even in her third year
celebrating Nude Secretaries Day, there were still things that could make
her squirm.  One of those things was knocking on her office door.

   "Oh, hi Matt!" she exclaimed.  Her pulse raced as the handsome
consultant stepped into her office.  Without thinking, she crossed her
legs. Realizing how shy that made her look, she quickly uncrossed them.

   "How's it going?" he asked.

   "Oh, you know, just trying to do my job with everyone gawking and
groping at me!" she remarked with a laugh.

   "Well, can you blame them?  You're a pretty foxy babe.  And you're, you
know, naked!"

   Monica crossed her legs again.  "Thanks," she muttered coyly.  "You can
grope me anytime!" She giggled.

   Matt smirked.  "So, you want to get lunch together?  I could pick
something up for us if you don't want to leave the building."

   Monica grabbed her ponytail and twirled it around her finger and
giggled. "I'd love that."

   "I'll pick you up something good.  Meet you in the lunchroom a quarter
after?"

   Monica nodded.

   "Great.  See ya then"

   He smiled as he walked out of her office.  Monica waited exactly two
seconds after he was gone to pick up her phone and dial Shari's.  The phone
rang seven times before she heard David answer.

   "Shari's phone." David answered, sounding like he was out of breath.

   "Hi, is Shari there?" Monica asked.  It seemed odd for David to be
answering his secretary's phone.

   "Uh, yeah, but she's got my cock her mouth right now.  I'll put her on."

   Of course, Monica thought to herself.  Shari always treated David to a
lap dance and blow job on Nude Secretaries Day.

   "Hey Monica," Shari murmured.  Monica could hear the slobber dripping
from the corner of Shari's mouth as she spoke.

   "You're not going to believe this!" Monica whispered.  "Matt just asked
me to lunch!"

   She heard two sucks before Shari responded, "Monica that's great!  Don't
you love how showing a little skin can get a guy's attention?" She went
back to sucking.

   "That's not why he asked me out!  I mean, you think it was?"

   Shari sucked David's penis three times before she answered, "maybe,
maybe not.  It sure speeds things along, that's for sure."

   "Well...you don't think...I mean, you think Matt LIKES me, right?  Or am
I just a piece of ass to him?"

   Shari slurped.  "Monica, of course you're a piece of ass to him!  It
doesn't mean he doesn't like you!  You just need to be the best piece of
ass he's ever had." Shari took David's penis back into her mouth and
continued sucking it.

   "You think so?" Monica asked.

   She heard David let out a long sigh, and Shari muttered a muffled "mmm
hmm" as her mouth filled with cum.

   "Okay, thanks."

   "Gdd lck!" Shari gurgled, and hung up the phone.

   Monica placed her own phone back on the receiver, and eyed Matt down the
hall.  Best piece of ass he's ever had, Monica thought to herself.  She got
up from her chair and walked towards the filing cabinet near the door. 
Slowly, she bent over and opened the bottom drawer, fiddling through the
files longer than necessary to give Matt a nice view.

   She bent down as far as she could without bending her knees, and peeked
behind her to see if Matt was checking out her ass.

   He was.

   *****

   Craig Holland pulled in front of the Williams building and came to a
stop.

   "Good luck, sweetie!  Call me when you're done!"

   "Thanks Craig!" Julie planted a kiss on her stepfather's cheek.  She
hopped out of his car with her purse and a folder tucked under her arm. 
With a wave goodbye, Craig disappeared down the road, leaving Julie to
stare up at the towering office building looming above her.  Hopefully,
this would be her next place of employment.  She crossed her fingers and
approached the door at the east entrance.

   Although it was locked, a security guard spotted her and buzzed her in.

   "I have an interview at J.T.  Levinson," Julie said.

   "Fifth floor," the guard responded.  Julie nodded in thanks and hurried
towards the elevators.

   As Barry requested, she wore a dark gray miniskirt and black heels,
along with a white dress shirt.  Her skirt stopped at about mid-thigh;
Julie contemplated wearing a longer skirt but got the vibe from Barry's
call that showing more leg would be appreciated at this workplace.

   Julie hopped on board the elevator and rode up to the fifth floor.  She
nervously tapped her fingers the entire ride up, hoping all would go well.

   Well, I could always go back into waitressing if I don't get this job,
she thought to herself, then shook her head as if to shake the thought out
of her mind.  You will get this job, Julie, you will get this job.



   She stepped off the elevator onto the fifth floor.  The foyer was empty.
Julie looked around; confused as to where she should go.

   "Hi!  Can I help you?"

   Julie spun around to see Lori Peterson standing in the hallway offering
to help her.  Julie would have been more welcoming of Lori's help if she
weren't so taken aback by the fact that Lori was naked.  Julie took a step
backwards.

   "Um, I'm Julie Downey.  I have an interview with Barry Knapp at 10?"

   "Of course.  Right this way."

   Julie glanced around anxiously, as if to find some other person in the
vicinity who might have assured her that Lori was simply a lost patient who
was off her meds and that an actual employee of this establishment was
ready to help her.

   Instead, Lori led Julie down the hallway, and every office she passed
contained a person who didn't seem at all alarmed to catch a glimpse of a
nude woman walking by.  Stranger still, was that every office employee that
was female was also as unclothed as Lori.

   Lori hummed softly to herself and she continued down the hall; her hips
swayed side to side with every step.  She smiled at the fully clothed men
she passed, who took a second to gawk at her but otherwise seemed not the
slightest bit alarmed by her state of dress.

   Finally, Lori stopped outside a small meeting room and ushered Julie
inside.  Several chairs were set up against both walls, with only a small
table resting near the far wall.  There were six other women seated in the
room, and to Julie's relief, all were clothed.

   "Have a seat, Mr.  Knapp will call you in one-by-one for your
interviews."

   Julie took a seat, and saw that most of the other candidates looked to
be as baffled as she.  When Lori walked away, Julie was the first to speak.

   "What is going on?  Why are all the women in this office naked?"

   Most of the other women shrugged.  A tall platinum blonde seated to
Julie's right answered, "it's Nude Secretaries Day.  I can't believe none
of you girls have heard of it.  It's really catching on."

   "I have never heard of anything like that," an African-American woman
seated across from Julie replied.

   "I've heard of it," an mid-40s brunette interjected.  "My ex-husband
made me aware of it."

   The woman's scowl told Julie she shouldn't ask that woman anything else
about it.

   "Well, obviously they observe that holiday here.  I assume we'll be
asked to participate if we're hired," the blonde said.

   "I'm not taking my clothes off," a skinny redhead said, folding her arms
across her chest.

   "Then I doubt you'll be hired," the brunette quipped.

   "What about you?" the blonde asked, looking at Julie.  "Are YOU going to
take your panties off for your interview?"

   "No!" Julie immediately responded.  She paused, then added.  "I mean,
not if I don't have to.  Are you sure this isn't a prank or something?"

   The door opened, and Lori led a thick-figured brunette into the room and
instructed her to have a seat.

   "Okay ladies, it looks like you're all here.  You might be curious about
my lack of attire.  So you know, today is Nude Secretaries Day.  We have
this event every year, when all of the secretaries in this office are
required to work the entire day in the nude."

   The blonde crossed her legs and smiled.

   "Now, since you're all applying for the secretary position, Mr.  Knapp
thought it would be best to conduct your interviews in the spirit of the
day.  So I would highly encourage each of you ladies to disrobe for your
best chances of being hired," Lori said.

   Julie looked at the other candidates in shock.  Most of them were as
frozen still as she.  All except for the blonde.  Julie looked to her
right, stunned to see the bombshell had immediately taken to her feet and
had begun undressing.

   None of the women in the room could take their eyes off her.  It wasn't
so much her perfect 10 figure, but rather the confidence she displayed in
her disrobing; the complete lack of hesitation on her part and nonchalance
in stripping down to her birthday suit that filled the other women with
awe.

   Even Lori was a bit struck by the woman's casual demeanor.  She's
already removed her skirt and was nearly finished unbuttoning her blouse.

   "Um, Miss, may I get your name?" Lora asked.

   "Danielle Turner," the blonde said, smiling as she folded her blouse and
laid it across her chair on top of her skirt.

   "Well Miss Turner, since you seem to be the most enthusiastic of the
candidates, I'll have Mr.  Knapp interview you first."

   "Splendid," Danielle said, reaching behind her back and unclasping her
lacy purple bra.  She pulled the straps from her shoulders and removed the
cups from her large, surgically enhanced breasts.

   "Well then, please keep your high heels on, and once you have everything
else off, come with me," Lori said.

   Danielle swiftly slid her skimpy purple thong to her ankles, and placed
it upon the pile of her clothes.  After slipping her feet back into her
heels, Julie and the other candidates watched, open-jawed, as the
completely naked Danielle followed Lori out of the room.

   *****

   Shari checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror closely as she wiped
her lips with a paper towel.  She didn't appear to have any traces of
David's semen anywhere on her face, but she wanted to be certain.  She took
out a tube of red lipstick and applied a new layer to replace the one that
had rubbed off on David's penis.  Good as new.

   She'd just placed the cap back on the lipstick when the bathroom door
opened.  Shari turned around, half expecting David or one of the other men
to be there hoping to get a peek at her.  Instead, none other than Vanessa
Martinez entered.  She looked at Shari's naked body and smiled.

   "David said you might be in here," the Latina beauty remarked.

   "How you liking it here?" Shari asked curiously.

   "I like it a lot!  People here are really nice.  I'm just, feeling a
little awkward..."

   Shari nodded understandingly.  "The nudity takes a little getting used
to.  But it is a lot of fun, I promise."

   "I don't know how you do it.  You girls are braver than I could ever
be," Vanessa said, waveringly.

   Shari cracked a smile.  While most people would infer disinterest in
nudity from Vanessa's hesitant tone, Shari was far more optimistic.  She
put her arm around Vanessa's waist, and rested her palm upon her hip. 
Gently, she walked with the CEO's daughter out of the restroom.

   "Can I ask you something Vanessa?" Shari asked.  Vanessa nodded.  "You
know you have a great body, right?"

   Vanessa blushed, and replied that she did, as humbly as she could.

   "Why are you so shy about showing it off?"

   Vanessa let out a giggle.  "I- don't know.  I guess because of my
parents.  I was brought to up to be this 'good girl' who waited until
marriage to have sex, and only my husband should ever see me nude."

   "Oh, but all parents are like that!" Shari remarked.  "I remember my dad
used to flip when I'd go out with my friends in a skirt he thought was too
short."

   Vanessa shook her head.  "You don't understand, my dad has been
protective of me my ENTIRE life.  He made me wait until I was eighteen
before he let me do any modeling, and even then he forbade me from doing
anything too suggestive.  I mean, I was nineteen when he saw some pictures
a photographer took of me in a changing room, and-"

   Shari gave Vanessa an odd glance.

   "It was fine, I gave him permission.  Kirk's specialty was candid
photos, and some of his best pictures were ones he took of girls while they
were undressing and didn't know they were on camera.  But when my dad saw
those photos of me taking my bra and panties off, he deleted every last one
of them and screamed at Kirk how he'd sue him if he ever came near me or
called me again.  So I promised him I'd be a 'good girl' from then on."

   Shari glanced over her shoulder, and upon seeing men in their offices
watching her as she passed by, she lowered her voice.

   "And have you?" Shari asked.

   Vanessa bit her lip.

   "Well, no, not exactly," she muttered.

   "Tell me," Shari said playfully, poking Vanessa in the side.

   "Okay, promise you won't tell my dad?"

   "Promise."

   "Okay, I've had sex with maybe three boyfriends.  And I've gone skinny
dipping with a few of my friends."

   Shari looked at Vanessa curiously.

   "Female friends?"

   "Yes," she paused as if she was finished talking, but added, "....and a
few guys might have been there too."

   Shari and Vanessa giggled.

   "Something awfully hilarious going on here?" Matt asked, as he was
passing by.

   "Girl talk, Matt, nothing you'd be interested in." Shari quipped.

   Matt looked past the completely naked body of his coworker and looked at
the fully clothed guest before him.

   "I don't believe we've met, I'm Matt," he said, extending his hand.

   "Vanessa.  Nice to meet you." She shook his hand and felt it become
absorbed into his.

   "We've heard a lot about you Vanessa.  I hope you'll be joining us
soon."

   "Me too, me too," she said, looking into Matt's eyes.  Her nipples
stiffened as he met her gaze.

   "Love that suit you have on," he said, admiringly.

   "Oh this?  I just picked this off the bargain shelf," Vanessa said
dismissively, while her cheeks flushed red.

   "There's nothing bargain shelf about you, Miss Martinez," Matt said
warmly.  "Well, see ya 'round." He took off down the hall, and Vanessa
watched him until he disappeared into his office.  Only then did she turn
to Shari.

   "Tell me he's single."

   *****

   Shari sauntered down the office hallway, catching stares from within the
offices she passed.  Each time she caught a man peeking at her, she'd wink
at him, and watch him adjust the crotch of his pants soon after.  She
giggled and continued down the hallway.

   She stopped at Monica's office and knocked on the open door.

   "Hey babe!" The busty redhead planted her round bottom into an empty
chair and slid up next to the dutiful secretary.

   "What's up?" Monica asked.

   "I need to ask you a favor," Shari said.

   "What do you need?"

   Shari lowered her head.

   "Do you think you could...cancel your date with Matt?"

   Monica's face dropped.  "Why?"

   Shari sighed.  "Vanessa's really taking a liking to him.  Now I'm not
saying you have to let her have him, it would just...help matters if you
would hit the brakes for the time being."

   Monica set her pen onto her desk.  "I don't understand."

   She watched a coworker passing by in the hallway peek into her office.
He took a second to gawk at the two naked women before continuing on.

   "I just watched those two talk for twenty minutes and Matt was
constantly talking about you!  I think seeing you naked really got his
interest.  Vanessa's jealous as hell of you, and I think we can use this to
our advantage."

   Monica buried her face in her hands.

   "You think you can convince Vanessa to take her clothes off if she
thinks it will give her a shot with Matt?" she muttered through her
fingers.

   Shari shrugged.  "Unless you have a better idea?"

   Monica said nothing.

   Shari tapped her nails on the surface of Monica's desk.

   "Look, it would be really good if you didn't have lunch with Matt
anyway. The guys really want you spending time with Martinez.  I hear he's
been asking about you."

   Monica turned away from Shari and looked back at her computer screen.

   "Pleeeeese?" Shari asked.

   Monica shook her head.  "It's not fair," she said, sounding a bit
whinier than she intended.

   "I know it's unfair.  But it's business, babe."

   Monica knew Shari was right.  Business was what put money in her pocket,
and her tits and ass were great for business.

   "So will you do it?  For me?" Shari asked.

   Monica looked at Shari and groaned.

   "Yes," she said, sullenly.

   *****

   Julie stared back at the other candidates; all of them sat in stunned
silence.  None of them had removed so much as a shoe, save for the blonde
who had already been called in and was being interviewed at that very
moment.

   Are YOU going to take your panties off for your interview?



   Danielle's question echoed inside Julie's head.  The worst part, was
that Julie did not know the answer.  She knew she needed this job.  She
knew she was willing to step out of her comfort zone to get it.  But
being...naked?

   The thought of stripping down right here, under the judging stares of
these other women, was unfathomable.  And what would her family think if
they were to find out?  Julie didn't want to imagine.

   "So, is anyone else going to do it?" a short, auburn-haired girl seated
near the back of the room asked.

   "Why bother?  That blonde obviously has it in the bag," the mid-40s
brunette grumbled.

   "Maybe he'll hire someone else..." the African- American woman said
hopefully.

   Julie tuned out the other womens' banter, all of them debating as to
whether or not they would or should undress to get an interview with Mr. 
Knapp.  She could see the curvy brunette seated across from her had the
same idea.  She hadn't contributed a word to the conversation.

   No sooner did she have that thought, that Lori Peterson entered, and
looked around the room.

   "Mr.  Knapp is ready to interview the next candidate.  Any more of you
ladies interested in undressing?"

   A moment of silence took the room, before the curvy brunette raised her
hand.

   "I will," she said quietly.  Immediately she took to her feet and began
taking off her clothes.

   "Wonderful!  Your name?" Lori asked.

   "Michelle Taylor," she said, slipping her skirt to the floor.

   "Okay, Michelle, you can come with me as soon as you're naked.  And the
rest of you, feel free to undress at any time.  You don't have to wait
until you're called in to strip down."

   The African American woman proceeded to remove her clothing as well.

   "She's got the right idea.  Your name?" Lori asked.

   "Brandy Davis." Brandy unbuttoned her blouse as Michelle was slipping
out of her bra and panties.

   "Excellent.  I'll have Mr.  Knapp interview you as soon as he's done
with Michelle."

   Julie sat in shock as she watched the two women before her disrobe.  She
thought about joining them; of stripping down so that she would be assured
an interview immediately following Brandy, but she couldn't.  She was
paralyzed under the watchful stares of the other still-clothed candidates,
some of whom were watching Michelle and Brandy with utter contempt.

   Once Michelle was fully nude, she followed Lori out of the room, while
the now-naked Brandy took a seat in her chair and waited.

   *****

   As Heidi filled George Martinez's mug with steaming hot coffee, he
couldn't help but stare up at the fetching blonde's curvaceous body.  She
giggled as she topped the mug off and moseyed up to the next man at the
conference table awaiting a refill.

   "I've got to hand it to you, Irvin.  You run a great ship here," George
said, taking a sip from his mug.

   "We're all pleased to hear that," the CEO replied.

   George set his mug onto the table.  "Unfortunately, I can't let you do
this to my girls.  I'm sure you can understand that."

   Albert and the other managers of J.T.  Levinson straightened up in their
chairs.

   "We do understand your reluctance, Mr.  Martinez," Albert said.  "But
I'm sure you can see the benefits of such an arrangement..."

   George stared at Heidi's bare bottom as she leaned forward to fill Scott
Redmond's mug.  Although her thighs were together, she was bent forward
just far enough that her soft pink labia was visible between them.  He was
sure that if she leaned forward just a bit more, that her curvy cheeks
would part just wide enough that he would get a glimpse of her anus.

   "I...do...." George said, his attention clearly fixated on Heidi's
behind.  "Er, see those benefits- that...you were talking about, Albert. 
It's just, the secretaries at my company might not have the same enthusiasm
for taking off their clothes that your girls do."

   Albert shrugged and nodded at his fellow managers.

   "They might and they might not, Mr.  Martinez.  But you might be
surprised just how often the girls tend to fall into it.  Isn't that right,
Heidi?"

   "Definitely!" Heidi said, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.  "I was
really shy about being naked at first.  Now I love it.  It's my favorite
day of the year."

   "And it's ours too!" Mike Delaney added, with a chuckle.

   "Tell me something, George," Albert began, hoping he wasn't being
presumptuous by addressing Mr.  Martinez by his first name.  "Who was that
babe you had taking notes at that meeting you had with us when we visited
you last November?  You know, that tall one?"

   "Barbara?" George said, a bit too quickly for his own liking.  If Albert
was not mistaken, George nearly blushed when he realized how fast he was
able to recall the girl's name.

   "Yes, her.  She wore that little black skirt.  She had legs for days,
didn't she?" Albert asked, jogging the memory of every man in the room
who'd been present that that meeting.

   "Yes, Barb is pretty popular among the men at Martinez Inc.  I actually
had to ask her to wear longer skirts since she was distracting our male
employees."

   The men of J.T.  Levinson had to stifle their laughter.  Martinez had
asked a beautiful woman NOT to bare too much skin?  The suggestion was
outrageous.

   "Well, just imagine, one day a year, you got to see Barbara nude,"
Albert said.  "Imagine her scurrying around the office in her high heels,
filling your coffee cup, fetching your copies, but you got to see her tight
little ass and her perky tits while she did it.  Wouldn't the work day be
so much more enjoyable?"

   George was at a loss for words.  Of course he wanted to see Barbara
nude. He just couldn't imagine asking that of her.

   "I hope you know, that if you decide to go through with the sale, you'd
be welcome in our office anytime, Mr.  Martinez," Irvin said.  "You'd be
welcome to feast your eyes on Barbara, on Heidi here, and on any of your
former girls or our girls as long as you like."

   The men of J.T.  Levinson couldn't be certain, but it almost appeared
that George Martinez had salivated at Irvin's mention of that.

   "And not just look," Mike Delaney said.  "Hell, you can grope them,
squeeze their tits, pinch their asses, anything you want."

   Heidi squealed and jumped slightly as Mike pinched her bottom when she
walked past him.

   "Anything?" George asked.

   The men of J.T.  Levinson simultaneously nodded.

   "If you can talk her into it.  Last year we gave Heidi a pretty nice cum
bath, didn't we, Dollface?" Mike asked.

   Heidi giggled.  "Yeah, I was so sticky afterwards!  It was fun though."

   George's palms were actually shaking.  He looked around the room before
looking Albert in the eye.

   "I- I can cum on -any- girl here I want?" George asked.

   "Just name her," Albert said.

   "Okay," George said, and he did.

   *****

   As Matt's tongue slipped further into her mouth, Monica could feel his
hands fondling her breasts.  The janitorial closet was dark, but it was the
only place she felt confident that they wouldn't be disturbed.  She
squeezed his arms through his dress shirt while he rubbed and rolled her
mounds in his hands.

   "I mean it, Matt, I can't see you for lunch," she blurted out between
kisses.

   "I guess now will have to do," Matt said, and continued kissing and
fondling Monica's body.

   Monica moaned.  Even though she wanted to resist him, she found she
couldn't.

   "You know, Vanessa's a really nice girl," Monica whispered.

   Matt laughed.  "Babe, this is the WORST way to go about trying to hook
me up with another girl!"

   Monica couldn't help but laugh as well.

   "I know, I just, come on, help us out here," Monica moaned, while Matt
sucked and licked her nipples.

   "I AM helping you, babe!"

   Monica laughed again, and moaned at how good Matt's mouth felt against
her tits.

   "That's not what I meant!"

   "Monica?" a voice sounded.

   Monica and Matt froze.  No sooner did they bring their illicit
activities to a halt that the janitorial door opened, and Heidi stood in
the door frame.

   "Oh.  Hey," Heidi said, not acknowledging the activity she'd just caught
the pair in.  "The guys want to see you in the conference room."

   Monica blushed, and wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her
wrist.  She stepped out of the closet and headed down to the conference
room.  Matt watched her sexy hips sway side to side as she walked away. 
Heidi looked at Matt.

   "Sorry, Matt.  Want to finish up with me instead?"

   "Nah, that's okay thanks."

   "You sure?  I don't want you to get blue balls." She batted her pretty
doe eyes at him.

   "Ah, nothing personal, Dollface.  You're a hot piece of ass, don't get
me wrong.  I'd just rather give it to Monica.  Hope you understand."

   He patted her on the butt reassuringly.

   Heidi nodded.  "It's no problem, Matt.  She's a really lucky girl."

   Heidi walked away understandingly.

   A few seconds later, Monica knocked on the door of the conference room.

   "Come in!" a voice from inside said.

   She opened the door and stepped inside.  She was greeted by the happy
expectant stares of the men of J.T.  Levinson- as well as the hungry stares
of the men of Martinez, Inc.

   "You asked for me?" Monica asked.

   "Close the door, please," Albert said.  Monica obeyed.

   "Miss Kelly?  I just wanted a chance to speak with you again," George
said.  "I'd like to hear what you think of working in the nude here at J.T.
Levinson."

   Monica shrugged and smiled.  "I like it a lot.  It's exciting and fun
and kind of sexy."

   George and the other men of Martinez, Inc.  looked at each other and
grinned.  George looked back to Monica.

   "Did you always feel that way?  Even your first time?"

   "Well, maybe not my first time," she said sheepishly.  She thought back
to her very first year working in the nude on Nude Secretaries Day.  The
fear and nervousness that she felt then creeped back into her
consciousness.

   "How did you feel then?" he asked.

   Monica looked around the room, feeling the stares of every man in the
room on her.

   "My first year here, I was terrified.  I thought maybe they were just
joking with me, and I was almost going to quit when I found out it was a
real thing I'd be expected to do."

   "What made you change your mind?" Ray Connor asked.

   "Shari, mostly.  When I saw her take her coat off in front of her boss,
and she was just- so CONFIDENT being totally naked, it made me realize
there was no reason I couldn't do it too.  And then I saw the other girls,
Lori and Elizabeth, walking around nude as well, I realized I'd be the
strange one if I didn't strip, so I did, and I've never regretted it."

   George nodded.  "And how do you feel about the physical activity asked
of you?"

   Monica stopped, but she could see Albert, seated just behind George,
mouthing the word, "yes."

   "I enjoy it!  It makes the work day more fun when I get felt up in the
elevator, or having my butt smacked when I bend over."

   George's eyes went wide.  "Really?  So you wouldn't mind having a little
fun with my colleagues and me here?"

   Monica paused nervously, but Albert nodded for her to reply.

   "Not at all!  I love entertaining men with my body!"

   "Well, you heard her!  How do you want her, gentlemen?" Mike asked.  "On
her hands and knees with her ass in the air?"

   Monica gulped.  Now she knew the real reason she was asked to this room.

   "Just- have her lie on the table, face up," George said.

   "You heard him, Miss Tightbuns.  On the table, tits up.  Might want to
keep your eyes closed!" Mike said.

   Monica actually breathed a sigh of relief at this.  If she was simply
going to be subjected to a bukkake session, she would at least not be
subject to any unwanted penetration.  Monica climbed onto the conference
room table and rested with her legs together and her arms at her sides. 
George Martinez and his associates stood beside the table and unzipped
their pants.

   "We'll leave you gentlemen to it!" Albert said, and the J.T.  Levinson
managers left the room, leaving Martinez and his men to do with Monica as
they pleased.

   Monica held completely still as the five gentlemen stroked their penises
above her.  She'd never looked down the barrel of five erect members at
once before, and found herself squirming in anticipation for when the semen
began to spill.

   She closed her eyes, and all she could hear were the sounds of stroking
and heavy breathing.  She knew any second she might feel the cool touch of
sticky cum landing somewhere on her skin.  She readied herself; preparing
every square inch of her exposed naked body for that inevitability.

   In spite of her preparations, she wasn't ready for what would happen
next; she felt something warm touch her lips.  She opened her eyes, only to
see Scott Redmond was touching the head of his penis to her mouth.  She
froze in shock; and then realized he wasn't trying to penetrate her. 
Instead, all he did was trace the outline of her mouth opening with his
glans.

   Precum seeped from the tip of Scott's penis, as he meticulously spread
the leaking fluid across her lips like a tube of chap stick.  Already
Monica could feel the semen leaking into her mouth.  As soon as she tasted
the salty spunk touch the tip of her tongue she squeezed her lips tight to
prevent any more from seeping in.

   Scott seemed to spark inspiration, since now Bill Weiss was using the
head of his penis to draw circles of precum around Monica's nipples.  Her
nipples hardened in response.

   Before Monica could process this, a blast of jizz came launching from
Terry Dunlap's member, and landed in a streak extending from Monica's right
thigh, across her groin, and stopping just short of her left hip.

   "Great shot, Terry!" Bill exclaimed.  The two exchanged high fives as
the rest of the men continued stroking.

   Monica could feel Terry's semen dribbling down her groin and across her
labia and a wave of goosebumps shot across her skin.

   "You know something, guys?  This is why, when my wife asks how my day
was, I just say, 'fine.'" Terry said.  The other men laughed.

   Scott was the next to ejaculate.  The initial blast struck her on her
chest just above her left breast, but as more shot from his meat cannon, it
spilled directly onto her face.  She winced and turned her head as more
semen spilled onto her her cheek, and then gradually cascaded around her
nose and right eye.  When he was nearly finished, he dabbed the aftercum
from the tip of his penis by touching it to Monica's lips.

   With semen pooling around her nostrils, Monica had no choice but to open
her mouth again and taste Scott's aftercum seeping onto her tongue.  She
winced.

   Now she could hear Ray Connor breathing furiously, and she knew he would
likely explode next.  He unloaded directly onto her breasts, filling the
canyon between them with his nut butter.  The cool touch of the man jelly
made Monica take a deep breath, causing even more of Scott's spunk to seep
into her mouth.

   Bill and George continued to stroke themselves; now that they were the
only two remaining who hadn't yet ejaculated.

   "How about flipping over, honey?  Let us have a go on the backside?"
Bill asked.

   Obediently, Monica turned onto her belly, and felt the semen on her body
dribble onto the table where she would now lie in it.  She rested her face
on the table's surface and waited.

   Monica froze again; she felt Bill leaning over her, and running the head
of his cock between her butt cheeks.  Slowly, up and down he ran his
swollen member along her crack, and she could feel the cold touch of his
precum against her inner cheeks as it slowly seeped inside.

   "God, what a nice ass," Bill said to himself.

   "Thank you," Monica said.  She had to admit, when being naked it was
reassuring to know that men indeed did find her body attractive.

   "You can thank me AFTER I cover your ass with my cum," Bill grunted;
stroking himself closer and closer to climaxing.

   He focused his attention on the delicate curve of Monica's round cheeks.
Her perfectly sculpted mounds seemed to be positively begging to be basted
in semen.  Bill's breathing intensified, and Monica readied herself.  She
shut her eyes as she felt the steam of cool goo touch down upon her naked
bottom.  She held still for the entirety of the ejaculation, as the semen
slowly dribbled into the crevice between her cheeks.

   Bill let out a long sigh while Monica shivered under the cool touch of
his jizz settling into a small pool in the opening of her anus.  Bill
dabbed the aftercum from the tip of his penis against her left butt cheek.

   The gentlemen all turned to George Martinez.  He was the only one who
had yet to unload his sperm onto the beautiful secretary's supple body. 
George looked at Monica.  He examined every inch of her exposed figure and
contemplated which part of her would look best decorated with his seed.

   He made his way to the end of the lineup of men, so he was next to
Monica's face.

   "Monica.  Look at me," George said.

   Monica turned towards him, and he beckoned her up, so she lifted her
head up off the table.

   "Open your mouth," he commanded.

   Monica parted her lips just a bit.

   "Wider," he said.  "Tongue out."

   Monica opened her mouth as wide as she could, and stuck out her tongue
just far enough to cover her bottom lip.  Her heart raced as George began
furiously pumping his cock .  He stood close enough that when he fired, his
release would almost certainly hit her lips or tongue if it didn't go
completely into her mouth.

   "Good girl," he said, and began stroking his cock.

   Furiously he slammed his fist up and down his throbbing member, while
Monica patiently awaited the gift he would soon be bestowing on her visage.

   "Ooh yeah!  Ooh yeah!" he said quietly to himself as he stroked faster
and faster.  "So sexy!  You are so sexy!  Sexy tits and ass!"



   "Mmm, thank you!" Monica moaned.  "Stroke for me and my sexy tits and
ass!" She hoped her encouragement would turn him on.

   "Ooh yeah, they do baby, they do!" he was speaking so softly she could
barely hear him.  "Oh God you are so sexy Vaness-"



   A burst of semen shot from his cock, hitting Monica in the nose.  It
immediately settled onto her tongue, while the next blast from the CEO went
straight into her mouth.  She barely had a moment to process what George
had said before having her taste buds bombarded with George's salty spunk.
The telling glances between George's associates suggested she was not the
only one to hear his comment.

   "Mmm.  Monica, you are a fine piece of ass," George said, zipping up his
fly.  He looked diffidently at his associates.  "Wasn't she?"

   Awkwardly, the other men nodded in agreement.

   *****



   "Brandy Davis?" Lori called.

   Brandy smiled and took to her feet.  Julie watched anxiously as the
curvy beauty followed Lori out of the room.  None of the remaining
candidates had yet to remove their clothing, and the temperature in the
room was beginning to feel uncomfortably warm.

   Lori peeked into the room as Brandy stepped out.

   "Anyone else thinking about undressing?" she asked.  The five remaining
women looked at each other nervously.  No one responded.

   "There's still time," Lori added, looking at Julie in particular.

   Julie swallowed.  She stared at the piles of Danielle's, Brandy's, and
Michelle's clothes still lying unattended in their chairs.  None of the
three women had returned yet, leading Julie to wonder where they were if
only Barry was interviewing them.

   Lori gave Julie an understanding smile and closed the door as she left.

   "I'm leaving," the skinny redhead declared.  She rose from her seat and
stomped out of the room, leaving only four candidates in the room,
including Julie.  She looked at the mid-40s brunette, surprised she hadn't
followed the redhead out.  The brunette simply sat silently with her arms
folded.

   "Do you think they'll still interview us if we don't take our clothes
off?" the short auburn-haired girl asked.

   "What do you think, honey?" the mid-40s brunette grumbled.

   "I'm sure they will," Julie said, assuringly.  "They just- might not
hire you."

   A mid-30s Asian woman seated near the back of the room said nothing.

   The door opened, and everyone turned their attention to the busty nude
redhead that popped into the room.  She looked around and locked eyes with
Julie.

   "Hi there," Shari said.  "What's your name?"

   "Me?  Julie Downey," she said, a bit confused.

   "Would you come with me please, Julie?" Shari asked.

   Perplexed, Julie took to her feet and followed Shari out of the room. 
Shari shut the door and led Julie to a neighboring room, where she ushered
her inside.  It was much the same as the meeting room she had just come
from, but this room was empty.  Shari shut the door so the two of them were
alone.

   "Listen.  I get it," Shari began.  "Having to get naked at work must
seem like the strangest thing.  Trust me, you will get used to it WAY
faster than you think."

   "Oh.  I just..." Julie trailed off, having no idea how to finish her
sentence.  She looked around the empty room, still unsure of what Shari
wanted from her.

   "Lori told me you looked like you might have been possibly considering
taking your clothes off.  A bit intimidating doing it in front of all those
judgmental women in there, right?  I thought moving you to a room by
yourself might make it a little easier."

   "Oh, I don't know.  Maybe?" Julie still had no idea how to respond.

   Shari put her hand on Julie's arm.

   "Will you do something for me, Julie?  Just think about it.  You'll have
this room entirely to yourself.  No one will come in here but me.  I'll be
back in just a couple minutes.  I'll knock before I come in.  And if you
work up the courage to take the plunge, I'll walk you to Barry's office
myself."

   Julie shifted.  "I- don't know if I can do this."

   "If you can't, it's okay.  You'll still get an interview," Shari assured
her.  She leaned in closely and whispered, "but, I think you can, Julie. 
Don't be afraid.  You're a gorgeous girl.  So just think about it. 
Please?"

   "I will," Julie promised.

   "Good!" Shari smiled.  She opened the door and hurried out of the room,
closing it behind her as she left.

   Julie stared at the closed door in front of her and waited for her pulse
to return to normal.

   *****



   "Well sure, I'm only a consultant for now," Matt said.  "But if sales
stay at the rate they are, I'm sure they'll promote me to manager any day
now!"

   "I have no doubt you will," Vanessa said admiringly.  She took Matt's
arm as the two walked the hallways of J.T.  Levinson while he showed her
the ins and outs of the company operations.

   "But tell me something, Matt.  How do you feel about this, 'Nude
Secretaries Day'?"

   Matt shrugged.

   "It seems to be great for morale.  It gives the guys something to work
for.  The girls like the bonuses they get when they make it fun for us. 
The company's stock has been on the rise ever since we implemented it.  I
don't see a problem."

   Vanessa nodded.  "But what does your girlfriend think about you looking
at naked women all day?" she asked, innocently.

   "Being as I'm single, that's not a worry for me.  But when I look
around, sometimes I wish one of these babes was my gi-"

   Matt stopped.  Down the hall, he spotted Monica walking in his
direction.

   "So you're okay with dating women at work?" Vanessa asked.

   Monica froze when she realized Matt was watching her.  She was on her
way to the restroom, with semen still dribbling down her body, and hoping
to be cleaned up before anyone saw the mess the gentlemen of Martinez, Inc.
had bestowed on her figure.  Matt walked up to her with Vanessa trailing
close behind him.

   "Wow," was all Matt could say when he saw her.

   Monica blushed.

   "I know, right?  I was like the human Kleenex in there."

   "Come on.  I'll help you get cleaned up," Matt offered.

   Monica abashedly walked with her handsome coworker to the break room,
while Vanessa followed.

   There were two men in the break room when Monica walked in.  One was
making the hand gestures for large breasts as he spoke with the other man,
but quickly lowered his hands when he made eye contact with Monica.  Both
men took their coffees and left the room as Matt grabbed a bundle of paper
towels from the dispenser and wiped them across Monica's body.

   "You guys sure do know how to have a good time here," Vanessa said, with
a hint of sarcasm in her voice.  Monica refrained from letting Vanessa know
it was HER father and associates who'd taken the liberty of decorating her
epidermis with their spunk.

   It took quite a bit of time, but before long, Monica was mostly clean,
albeit a bit sticky.  Vanessa let out a sigh of relief when Matt finally
took his hands off of Monica's body.

   "You know Mike has a shower stall in his office, right?" Matt asked.

   Monica nodded.  It was no secret that Mike urged the female employees of
J.T.  Levinson to shower in his office anytime they wished, even when it
wasn't Nude Secretaries Day.  To date, Heidi had been the only girl to take
him up on the offer- while he watched her through the glass door of course.

   "I think I'll just stick with my baby wipes and shower when I get home,"
Monica said matter-of-factly.

   "You might want to reconsider.  A photographer is coming in after lunch.
Irvin wants him to photograph all the girls for a company calendar," Matt
said.

   "Ah nuts!" Monica exclaimed.  "I wish they'd tell me these things
beforehand!  I hated how my makeup looked the last time they brought a
photographer in."

   Monica immediately checked her reflection in the break room mirror.

   "Ah, you look fine," Matt said.  "Albert said the photographer last time
wasn't that good.  This time he hired Sven Renault."

   "Did you say Sven Renault?" Vanessa asked.

   "The one.  He'll be shooting and producing a nude calendar featuring all
of J.T.  Levinson's secretaries."

   Vanessa's eyes went wide.  "I LOVE his work!  I've been wanting to be
photographed by him for years!"

   "Well, you'll have a chance to meet him!"

   "Oh my God!  I have to get my portfolio!  I never thought to bring it
here!"

   Matt chuckled upon hearing Vanessa have a fan-girl moment, while Monica
checked her reflection in the mirror again.  Perhaps she would be needing
to ask Mr.  Delaney if she could have use of his shower stall after all.

   While Vanessa continued to tell Matt about her adoration for Sven
Renault's work, Monica excused herself from the break room.  As she darted
into the hall, she nearly ran into Shari.

   "Hey babe!  How things going?" the redhead asked.

   "Well, Martinez and his boys had a lot of fun with me," Monica said
dryly.

   "Way to go!" Shari cheered, raising her palm in the air.

   Monica sheepishly returned the high five.  "How about you?"

   Shari shook her head.  "Still no luck getting Miss Vanessa out of her
panties.  Barry's got me working on his interviewees right now.  Some of
them have stripped down but I'm still working on convincing the rest."

   She sighed.  Getting girls to take their clothes off was hard work.

   "You think they will?" Monica asked.

   Shari shrugged.  "They seem kind of shy or frigid.  But there's one
cutie that I really have a good feeling will cave soon.  I separated her
from the others so I'm on my way to check on her now to see if she's naked
yet."

   "I hope she is," Monica said.

   Shari laughed.  "Me too."

   "Oh," Monica added.  "Matt just told me something that gave me an idea.
I think I know how we might be able to convince Vanessa."

   *****



   Julie Downey was not yet naked.  She'd spent ten agonizing minutes
mulling over whether to do it, and was no closer to deciding than she was
when she walked in.  She peeked out the doorway and caught occasional
glimpses of nude secretaries roaming the halls, just casually going about
their days.

   She wanted the job, there was no question about that.  She wasn't
embarrassed of her body; that was not the issue.  But what would her
friends think?  What would her family think, if they found out she'd taken
a job where she had to work naked?  Would she be able to look her
stepfather in the eye when he came to pick her up, after she'd let her
interviewer see her breasts and private parts?

   She couldn't.  Julie was a good girl.  A girl who didn't kiss boys until
she was sure she really liked them.  A girl who didn't lose her virginity
until she was 19, and in a committed relationship.  A girl who had NEVER
taken a nude picture for said boyfriend, no matter how many times he
asked...

   And she regretted it.  Every time she thought about sending Jeff a nude
photo of her she got turned on.  Now here she was at a job interview, for a
job she was excited about getting, and still stalling on the prospect of
being nude.

   Julie ran her hand along the waistband of her skirt.  How easy it would
be to just slide it off right here.  She reached behind her and grabbed the
zipper in the back, and squeezed it between her index finger and thumb. 
That zipper was all that was holding the skirt up around her hips.

   Slowly, she eased the zipper downwards, just an inch, but enough to feel
a twinge of excitement at being slightly less dressed than she should be in
a workplace.  Feeling her heart pumping, she took to her feet and slid the
zipper down another inch- and another inch after that.

   The room was empty, so no one was standing behind her to get a peek of
her panties that were now visible between the open teeth of the zipper.  A
part of her, just a part, was disappointed at that realization.  Still, she
pulled the two flaps of her open skirt apart in the back, just to give the
wall behind her a peek.  She smiled to herself.

   And then she heard the knock at the door.  Julie froze.  She went to zip
up her skirt again, but the door opened.  She turned to face Shari as she
stepped in so the busty nude redhead would not see her open skirt.

   "Still dressed, huh?" Shari asked.

   "I'm- uh- still thinking about it..." Julie stammered.

   Shari nodded understandingly.

   "Well, Barry's ready to interview you now.  You can go on; none of the
other girls have undressed either."

   "Um, okay..." Julie began, wanting to zip up her skirt without the
secretary noticing.

   Yet Shari did notice.  She could see Julie's skirt was loose around the
waist; an open flap peeked out from the side.

   "Were you just about to..."

   Julie blushed.

   Shari smiled.  "I'll tell Barry you'll be two minutes." She winked at
her and walked out, leaving Julie alone again.

   Her heart was pounding.  She peeked up at the clock and watched the
second hand tick around from one number to the next.

   Two minutes.

   Shari was gone for exactly those two minutes.  Just enough time to tell
Barry that Julie was on her way.  After she did, Shari returned and waited
outside the room, just to make sure Julie had enough time to get ready. 
When those two minutes were up, she stepped back inside.

   Only then, did she enter the room to find Julie was completely naked.

   *****



   Barry Knapp flipped through the resumes on his screen.  He was quite
impressed with the talent that had come in to interview with him already.
Danielle had a fantastic body; she was centerfold material for sure. 
Michelle was cute, had nice big tits, and was the most experienced of the
three.  Brandy was the friendliest, and had the most spankable bottom. 
Still, he didn't feel it was quite time to extend a job offer to someone
yet.

   He thought about something Mike Delaney had said to him earlier.  Robyn
had quit the job because she hadn't been clear on the expectations of her
on Nude Secretaries Day.  For that reason, it was a good idea to interview
the new girls today of all days; he'd be able to get a look at their bodies
and gauge their willingness to work in the bare.

   But it wasn't the only reason to interview the new girls today.  Mike
had told him that Nude Secretaries Day wasn't just for ogling women who
weren't his wife, or just staring and fantasizing what their behinds felt
like in the palm of his hand.

   No, Nude Secretaries Day was for slapping naked women's bottoms, for
fondling breasts, and for squeezing thighs.  Barry had never touched Robyn
like this, but Robyn had never worked on Nude Secretaries Day either. 
Barry had decided that these interviews would be a hands-on experience for
the girls that elected to part with their clothes, and for Danielle,
Michelle, and Brandy, it certainly was.

   He brought up the resume of the girl Shari had informed him was on her
way to him now.

   Julie Downey.  College student, made the Dean's list, impressive extra
curriculars.  She was definitely a bright girl, he could tell that much. 
The question now was whether she was a looker or not.  That question would
be answered in seconds.

   He heard a knock at his door, so he invited the guest inside.  The
moment the office door opened his jaw dropped.

   Julie Downey had a stunning body.  Slim waist.  Soft, tan skin.  Large
breasts; he estimated to be a double D or so, with light brown nipples. 
Her long legs and pussy were both shaved and smooth as silk.  She wore a
set of gray high heels and nothing else; just as was asked of her.  Julie
folded her arms around her belly nervously as she entered.

   "Julie?" Barry asked.

   "Yes," she said, shyly.

   "Barry Knapp, thanks for coming in." He extended his hand.  She took it;
her grip was soft and delicate but she looked him in the eye and smiled. 
"Have a seat please."

   He set a chair out for Julie to sit down.  She took a seat and so did
he. His desk faced the wall, so that he needed only to spin his chair
around to be face to face with her without anything obstructing his view of
her body.  She crossed her legs and set her arms upon her thighs.

   "Well, you look quite lovely, Miss Downey.  I'd like to thank you for
adhering to our dress policy today.  I'm sure it wasn't easy working up the
nerve to strip down to your birthday suit, but I'd like to let you know
that we at J.T.  Levinson sincerely appreciate your compliance."

   "Oh, you're welcome!" Julie said, hoping she didn't sound disingenuous
with her overt enthusiasm.  "I'm really happy to please."

   Barry smiled.  "Well, you've definitely pleased so far!"

   Julie blushed, and wondered if she'd made a double entendre.

   "So, I was looking over your resume, and it says you have some
secretarial experience?"

   "Yes, I did work for my step dad a few years ago.  It wasn't a full time
job; I just helped out answering his phone and doing some paperwork a few
times.  But I'm VERY proficient with computers and I can manage mailing
lists like a boss!"

   Barry laughed.  "Does your step dad observe Nude Secretaries Day?"

   Julie shook her head.  "No, today is the first I've heard of that." She
squeezed her thighs together nervously.  She wished she had something to
cover herself with, or even be seated with a desk between the two of them.
She felt so...naked.

   "That's too bad.  What did he have you wear instead?"

   "Semi-formal clothes.  I'd usually wear a skirt and blouse, or dress
slacks.  Not jeans or anything." She could feel his eyes wandering up and
down her naked body.  How she wished she could be wearing clothes at this
moment!

   "I see.  These skirts you wore, can you describe them for me?"

   "Ooh," Julie took a second to think.  "I wore all kinds, short and long,
usually black or dark blue.  Sometimes brighter colors in the summer."

   Barry nodded.  "Well, so you know, we only observe Nude Secretaries Day
once a year.  Most days our secretaries dress professional, but sexy.  We
prefer skirts, knee length or shorter.  Showing cleavage is highly
encouraged, as are high heels.  We don't want you dressed for the club but
we do want something that will turn heads, know what I mean?"

   Julie nodded and said that she did.

   "So, what interests you most about working for J.T.  Levinson?"

   Julie stopped herself.  The truthful answer was that she needed a job
and the economy was horrendous, and J.T.  Levinson was paying its
secretaries far better than other companies.  Instead, she replied with an
answer that was also true, but less so.

   "Well, I've always wanted to be a secretary.  Ever since I was a
teenager I've always wanted to work in an office and wear a cute little
skirt, and make coffee and have men call me baby or honey."

   Barry raised an eyebrow.

   "Really?"

   Julie shrugged and smiled.

   "Well, sure darling, I'm happy to oblige."

   Julie laughed.  Barry smiled; happy to see she was now at ease.  It was
time to make his move.

   "So tell me, Julie.  How are your oral skills?" Barry asked.

   Julie stopped.  She wasn't one hundred percent certain what he was
asking.  She took a guess.

   "My oral skills?  Excellent.  I've a very good communicator, in speeches
or on the phone." She paused.  "I'm concise.  Deliberate..." She was
silent, wondering if she'd answered the question the way he wanted.

   "That's good," Barry said.  "I definitely need a secretary who can
communicate.  I know I'm not the best at communicating what I'm trying to
say.  I might say something that others will misinterpret, know what I
mean?"

   Julie paused.  She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant.  But
she couldn't bring herself to say it.

   "I do.  Know what you mean, I mean," Julie stammered.  She felt her
heart beat a bit faster.

   "Good!  I'm glad you do.  So, is there anything else you want to say
about your oral skills, Julie?"

   Julie's heart raced faster.  He was implying something else, and she
knew it.  But she couldn't be the one to say it.

   "They're good.  They're very good," she said.  Her heart was pounding so
fast she couldn't even think clearly.

   "Well that's...  good," Barry said, sounding a bit disappointed.  "You
uh, did say you were eager to please, correct?"

   "Yes, I am." Julie looked him in the eye, but the moment the words
escaped her lips her gaze shot to the floor.

   "Will you show me?" Barry asked.

   "Sh-show you?" Julie asked, shaking.

   "Yes.  I'd like to know how badly you want this job.  Is there anything
you're willing to do to show me how eager to please you are?"

   "Of course, of course," Julie muttered, not even certain of what she was
saying.

   "What are you willing to do?" he asked.

   Julie felt like her lungs were paralyzed.  She couldn't even breathe,
let alone emit a response.

   "It's okay, Julie.  You don't have to," Barry said.

   "I will." Julie blurted out.

   Barry looked at her in interest.

   "What will you do?" he asked.

   "I'll please you.  Orally."

   Barry's eyes went wide.

   "Julie, I want to make sure I'm not mistaken.  You're telling me you're
willing to offer me oral pleasure to show me how badly you want this job?
Is that what you're saying?"

   It went against everything she'd been brought up to be.  Nothing her
mother or father had ever taught her would have suggested she should ever
perform a sexual favor for anything, and yet here she was, naked in an
office building and offering a blow job for a chance at employment.

   "Yes," she said, and gulped.

   "Well," Barry said.  "I think you need to come over here and show me."

   Shaking, Julie took to her feet, while Barry unzipped his pants.  She
stepped towards him, and dropped to her knees between his feet.  He nodded,
to indicate to her to continue, so she slipped her fingers into his pants
and felt around for his penis.

   She found it.  It was bigger than she expected.  Carefully, she pulled
his member out through the open zipper and watched as it slowly grew to its
full erect height.  Taking a deep breath, she ran her tongue up from the
base of his cock all the way up to the tip.  Barry sighed.

   She licked it again, slower this time, and taking more time to swirl her
tongue around the tip.  She licked it around and around three more times
before taking the entirety of his meat into her mouth.  Barry moaned.

   Slowly, she ran her lips up and down the shaft of his penis, while using
her tongue to tease the head as she did.

   "Don't forget the balls, baby," Barry sighed.

   Julie took Barry's balls out from his pants, and lightly licked them as
she pulled them into her mouth.  She let his penis rest against the side of
her nose while she swirled her tongue all around his scrotum and gently
tugged on the skin with her lips.  She closed her eyes and felt the tip of
his penis touch her eyelid.  Precum seeped from the tip into the corner of
her eye.  She ignored the sticky liquid trickling down her eyelashes as she
continued sucking his balls.

   Barry picked up his phone and held it to his ear while he pressed a few
buttons.

   "Hey, Mike.  Just want to say thank you.  You were right." he said.

   Julie was a but embarrassed to hear her prospective boss bragging to his
coworkers, but she continued to fellate him all the same.  She removed his
testicles from her mouth and placed her lips back around his penis.  She
sucked it firmly, and listened to his breathing for cues on how to pace
herself.

   "Mmm, Julie, baby?" he moaned.

   "Yes, Mr.  Knapp?" Julie asked between sucks.

   "You truly are a pleaser, aren't you?"

   "Yeth!  Yeth I am!" Julie mumbled, licking and sucking Barry's member as
she spoke.

   "Ooh, you need to lick my asshole then!" Barry moaned.

   Julie stopped.  She had NEVER touched a man there, with her tongue or
otherwise.

   "I- I don't really want to do that..." Julie said, apologetically.

   "I understand.  Michelle and Brandy didn't want to either.  But, if you
did, you'd get a real leg up over those two."

   Julie paused.  The idea of being a lead contender was quite appealing.

   "Why not just give it a quick lick?  It won't be so bad!  Show me what a
pleaser you are!"

   Julie blushed.  "Okay.  One quick lick."

   Barry smiled.  "That's my girl!"

   Barry pulled down his pants and boxers and sat upon his chair with his
legs spread.  He invited Julie to proceed.

   She lifted his balls up and peered in at her prospective boss' waiting
anus.  She hesitated.

   "Come on.  Just one little lick," he urged.

   Julie leaned in, stuck out her tongue, and touched the tip to Barry's
anus.  He let out a sigh the second she did.  It didn't taste as bad as she
expected, and she was admittedly flattered to have gotten such a positive
reaction.  She licked it again, flicking her tongue into his hole
repeatedly.

   Barry moaned again, longer this time.  Julie took his penis back into
her mouth, both to please him and to give herself a reprieve from licking
his anus.  He didn't seem to mind, and actually encouraged her to continue
sucking his member while tickling his balls with her fingertips.

   As his breathing quickened, his moans got increasingly louder and she
could tell an ejaculation was imminent.  Instead, he stopped her.

   "Honey.  You are definitely a front runner for the job, let me tell
you!"

   "Well, I hope so!" Julie said, wiping her mouth with the back of her
hand.

   "Yeah, but after interviewing those other three girls, I don't want to
make a choice yet.  Not until I know what your other holes feel like."

   Julie paused again.  She realized at this moment that giving Barry head
wasn't going to guarantee her a job.  If sex appeal was his primary
concern, Danielle had her beat by a long shot.  Discouraged, Julie took to
her feet.

   "I- don't know about this, Mr.  Knapp.  I really want this job, but- I
don't want to be used either.  I don't have the body that Danielle has, and
I don't think I can excite you as much as she does.  So, if it's okay, I'd
rather not do anything else- sexual."

   Barry rested his hand on Julie's hip.

   "Baby, you don't have to compare yourself to the other candidates!  I
just want you to do the best interview you can!  Besides, Danielle wasn't
nearly as willing to please as you were."

   "Really?" Julie asked.  That genuinely surprised her.  Danielle seemed
the type of woman who'd make a stripper blush.

   "Yeah, she wouldn't let me in between the cheeks."

   "Oh..." Julie said.  She found herself at a crossroads.  While she'd
never had anal sex before, and wasn't sure she'd ever do it, Julie had to
admit that she had a curiosity about it.  And if Danielle, blonde superbabe
who likely was willing to do any sexual deed asked of her had passed on it,
Julie would truly stand out as an above-and-beyond pleaser if she was
willing.

   "I'll do it," Julie said.

   Barry looked at her in surprise.

   "You will?"

   Julie smiled at him flirtatiously.  "I'm willing to give it a whirl."

   "Well okay, then," Barry mused, impressed.  He removed a tube of
lubricant from his desk drawer and invited Julie to bend over.

   Nervous, she complied.  She rested her palms on the desk's surface and
stuck out her butt.  She hoped it would not hurt too much.  Barry stared at
Julie's round bottom and long legs, and marveled at her obedience in
assuming such a submissive stance.  So eager to please, he mused to
himself.

   Barry rested his left hand on the small of Julie's back and ran the
surface of his right palm across her cheeks; enjoying the feel of her
smooth mounds.  Curious, he pulled her cheeks apart and sneaked a peek at
her tiny anus.  It looked clean, and very tight.  He looked forward to
finding out how it felt.

   Carefully, he applied the lubricant to his still-erect penis.  When it
was completely greased up and ready, he grabbed Julie's hips and used his
thumbs to pull apart her butt cheeks.  Gently, he pressed the head of his
penis to her anus and effortlessly slid it inside.

   Julie's eyes went wide, and she let out a quiet gasp, but otherwise did
not make a sound.  Barry held onto her hips for support as he pumped his
penis in and out of her small opening.  Although it was tight, the amount
of lubricant he used allowed for smooth passage.

   "You're quite an adventurous girl for trying this out," Barry remarked.

   Julie grunted, trying to deal with the minor discomfort of having her
body penetrated in such an unfamiliar way.  "Not really!" she replied. 
"I've never done anything like this before!"

   "But you're trying it now," Barry said.  He stared down at Julie's ass,
and watched her cheeks jiggle as he continued pumping.  He looked up at his
camera, and got an idea.  "Julie, would you mind turning on the webcam,
please?"

   Julie stopped.  She wondered what Barry had in mind.  Performing sexual
acts in private was one thing.  Now Barry wanted to have her on camera.  To
expose her.  To whom, she wondered?

   "Um, what for?" she asked.

   "I'd just like to be able to see your front side.  You have very nice
tits, Julie.  I want to be able to see them jiggle from back here."

   Julie thought for a moment.  It seemed a reasonable request.  She
switched the camera on and brought up a window on Barry's screen displaying
her face and upper chest.

   "Could you adjust the camera?  Point it at your tits and zoom in," Barry
instructed.

   Julie fumbled with the controls on his screen for a moment, and framed
the screen directly around her large d-cup breasts.  She set the video to
full screen, hoping Barry would be satisfied.

   "Perfect," he said.  "Now try to keep your tits on camera."

   "Okay," Julie acknowledged.

   He pumped his cock in and out of her tight ass, and watched her breasts
jiggle and bounce about on his computer monitor as he did.  Julie squirmed
a bit; there was some discomfort for her but nothing she couldn't tolerate.

   "Julie.  Would you life your leg please?" Barry asked.

   "Lift my leg?" Julie asked, panting.

   "Yes.  Rest your foot on the desk," Barry said, still thrusting.

   Julie did as she was asked, and lifted her left leg and placed her bare
foot on the desk surface; leaving her shoe on the floor.  Barry was then
able to slide his penis up her bottom much deeper than before.  Julie
winced as she felt just how far up her rectum he was able to reach.

   "Aw, that's much better!" Barry exclaimed.  He pumped faster and harder
upon feeling the depths of Julie's ass he was now able to reach from this
position.  Upon seeing she'd drifted off screen, Julie adjusted the camera
to keep it framed around her bouncing breasts.

   "Ooh, Julie!" Barry moaned.  "Your ass is so tight!"

   "I'm glad you like it," Julie said softly.  Even though she enjoyed the
feel, she hoped Barry would finish soon.

   There was a knock at the door.

   "Come in!" Barry said.

   Lori Peterson poked her head in.

   "Mr.  Knapp, one of the candidates says she has an appointment soon. 
She wants to know if she can be interviewed next."

   "If she's naked, I'll see her next," Barry said, still thrusting into
Julie's behind.  "If not- I'm only seeing naked girls today."

   "I'll let them know," Lori said.  She looked at Julie, smiled, and shut
the door behind her.

   "Oh Lori!" Barry shouted.  Lori opened the door and poked her head back
in.  "Let me know how many are naked.  I might- want to spend extra time
interviewing this one if there's time."

   "Tight ass?" Lori asked.  She sneaked a peek at Julie's toned glutes.

   "Oh yeah," Barry replied with a grin.

   Lori chuckled and shut the door again.  Julie closed her eyes and let
out slow and steady breaths.  She was very curious if any of the other
candidates had chosen to undress.  She hoped so.  She wasn't certain how
much more interviewing she could handle.

   Minutes later, Lori returned.

   "Barry?  You might want to save some of that cum.  All of them are now
nude."

   Barry moaned.  He paused thrusting for just a moment to form a mental
picture of the remaining candidates.

   "Could you say that again, please?" he asked, panting.

   "All of the candidates are nude," Lori repeated.

   Upon hearing that statement, he exploded into Julie's tight young ass.

   *****



   Julie didn't feel the same when she stepped out of Barry Knapp's office.
Physically, she felt dirty.  She could feel Barry's semen between her
cheeks, and she still had the taste of his butt on her tongue.  Dry sweat,
his and hers, clung to her skin.

   Emotionally, she felt dirty as well.  The knowledge of what she'd done
in his office lingered in her mind.  She could see the look of amusement in
the eyes of the passersby in the halls as soon as she stepped out of the
office.

   Barry had instructed her not to return to the room for the waiting
candidates, and had instead told her to wait in a different meeting room
further down the hallway for a second interview.  She walked down the
hallway, ignoring the stares of the many men checking out her tits, pussy,
and ass as she passed them by.

   Unable to find the room she was supposed to wait, she stopped a man in
the hall to ask.

   "Right down that way, honey," he said, pointing towards a room just
around the corner.  He gave her a light pat on the butt as she made her way
towards it.

   Inside, she found Danielle and Michelle waiting inside, both still nude.
She took a seat next to Michelle.

   "Did you two get a second interview?"

   Danielle nodded.

   "Another guy here wants to hire a secretary," Michelle said.  "Then he
asked us to stick around.  Apparently they're inviting us to lunch
afterward."

   "Oh, that's nice," Julie said.

   The door opened, and Brandy stepped in, looking none worse for the wear.
Lori was right behind her.

   "Julie?  He's ready to see you now," Lori said.

   Exhausted but not wanting to show fatigue, Julie took to her feet and
followed Lori from the room.  As she followed her down the hallway, she
looked at the older secretary's bare cheeks and wondered how much dick had
squeezed between them during her time at J.T Levinson.  Julie could only
imagine.

   She continued following Lori to an office at the end of the hall.  Julie
took a breath, and stepped inside.

   Mike Delaney was waiting for her.  As soon as she closed the door, Mike
unzipped his pants.

   "All right sweet cakes, get your ass over that desk," he said.

   *****



   As it happened, Mike Delaney was delighted to allow Monica use of his
shower booth.  He'd just finished up his interview with Julie when the
sticky secretary knocked on his door to ask him for use of his facility,
and the rotund manager invited her in.

   His only condition, he explained, was that she and Julie had to use it
at the same time.  With both ladies having need of it, they agreed, and
Mike was all too happy to sit back in his leather office chair to watch the
two nude beauties bathe.

   The booth was built for a single person, but Monica and Julie did find
if they slid in sideways there was room enough for the both of them.

   "Hi, I'm Julie," the young interviewee greeted.

   "I'm Monica," the secretary said.  They didn't shake hands; there wasn't
much room to move and since their tits had already touched it seemed an
unnecessary gesture at that point.

   Monica reached behind her back and twisted the knob, releasing a steady
stream of warm water upon their bodies.  Julie lathered her hands with soap
from the mounted dispenser and placed some of the foamy release into
Monica's hands.  The two nude women clumsily attempted to cover their
bodies with the spumous gel but their arms and thighs collided with every
movement.

   "Um, ladies?" Mike interjected.  "It might be easier if you washed each
other?"

   As embarrassing the suggestion was, they knew he was right.  It was far
easier putting their hands on each other than themselves.

   Julie put some soap in Monica's hands and some in her own, and the naked
ladies wiped their soapy palms against the other's body.  Mike grinned as
he watched Monica's hands glide across Julie's chest, while Julie's slid up
and down Monica's hips.

   Monica marveled at how round and full Julie's breasts were.  They
weren't quite as large as Shari's but they did have a sensual firmness that
younger women's breasts often did.  Monica found she enjoyed feeling
Julie's breasts and hoped that the younger girl didn't mind having them
touched.

   When it came time to wash each other's backsides, they began by having
Monica turn her back so that Julie could wash her back, hips, and butt. 
Julie shot a nervous glance at Mike.  He'd made a specific request of her
shortly before joining Monica in the shower.

   "Um, Mike asked me to do this," Julie said.

   "What?" Monica asked, confused.

   Julie lathered her hands up nice and soapy, and ran her fingers up and
down between Monica's butt cheeks.  Monica was a bit alarmed at just how
thorough Julie was being, but figured Mike had likely asked her
specifically to do so.

   She was not expecting to feel Julie's soapy index finger plunging into
her butt hole.  She stood in shock as she felt Julie's finger slide in and
out, thoroughly cleaning her anus.

   "Julie," Mike said.  She turned to him.  He had his penis out and was
squeezing it.  "That's not quite what I asked..."

   Julie looked up and Monica.

   "He asked me to do this..." she reiterated.

   The next thing Monica felt was Julie's tongue plunging inside her. 
Julie held Monica's butt cheeks apart and opened her mouth as wide as she
could so her tongue could slip as far in as possible.  Monica twitched as
she felt Julie's tongue swirling around and around, licking every square
inch of skin leading in to her rectum.  Julie alternated between swirling
her tongue clockwise and counterclockwise, and then plunging her tongue in
and out and flicking it like a jackhammer.

   When Monica's anus had been thoroughly cleaned, Julie withdrew her
tongue and returned to her feet.

   "Nicely done, Julie," Mike said.  "All right, Monica, your turn."

   Monica shook her head.

   "I'll take a pass, Mike," Monica said.  "I think Julie can clean her own
butt."

   "Ahh, come on!" Mike complained.  "She did it for you!"

   "That's her choice.  I need to get going.  Albert wants me to accompany
Martinez to lunch.  Irvin's taking the whole office to Mizarro's in just a
few minutes."

   Mike tsked.

   "Always a tease," he murmured as Monica hopped out of the shower booth
and grabbed a towel.  She quickly dried herself off while Julie finished
washing her own anal area.  When Monica was dry, she left Mike's office,
and made her way back to her own with the cleanest butt hole in the entire
building.

   *****

   Mizarro's was a tasteful Italian restaurant located on the ground floor
of the Loughridge building.  Most of the staff of J.T.  Levinson had
gathered there, including all of the nude secretaries as well as the
honored guests from Martinez, Inc.

   To reach the restaurant, the group had to walk across a skywalk that
overlooked Hallett Avenue, which led directly to the second floor of the
Loughridge building.  Unsurprisingly, the group caught many stares from
employees and other patrons of the building, given the lack of clothing on
most of the women of the group.

   While it was embarrassing enough being naked in front of her coworkers,
and even more embarrassing being naked in front of total strangers, Monica
was not prepared for what she'd find waiting for her at the entrance of the
building.

   "Frank Flounder's Fish Mart!  Step right in, we've got catfish, we've
got perch, we've got tuna fish, get some shrimp on the kebab," a man
wearing a fish costume shouted at the group as they passed.  He held up a
giant red arrow pointing the group in the direction of Frank Flounder's.

   Monica froze.  She didn't recognize the costume, but she recognized the
voice.  Brandon- or possibly Brendan, Monica's one night stand from the
previous week.  Evidently, he worked as a fish market mascot in addition to
being a bodyguard for a well-known Hollywood actor, or so he'd told her at
the bar where they'd met.  Monica stayed near the back of the group where
he couldn't see her.

   "Oh God.  It's him." Monica whispered.

   "Who?" Shari asked.

   Monica reminded her friend of her recent tryst.

   "I can't let him see me like this.  I'll be humiliated!" Monica folded
her arms across her breasts.

   "You're worried a guy in a fish costume will humiliate you?" Shari
laughed.

   "It's not funny!  Let me walk behind you.  I don't want him to see me."

   She cowered behind the short redhead.

   "I can't hide you from him, you're taller than I am!" Shari exclaimed.

   "Shari!  Do not let him see me!" Monica hissed.

   It was Matt who came to her rescue.

   "Don't worry.  I got ya babe," he said valiantly.  With that, he picked
Monica up by her legs and threw her over his shoulder, so they were
cheek-to-cheek.  He then carried her past the shouting fish-man, giving him
no view of Monica other than her bare backside.

   "We've got cod, we've got salmon, we've got- Monica?" he asked.

   Matt continued walking.  The fish man walked behind the marketing
consultant to look Monica in the face.

   "Monica!  It is you!"

   "Oh hi-" Monica paused, and took a guess- "Brandon!"

   "Brent," he corrected.

   "Brent!  Of course!  How did you recognize me?"

   "I'd know that ass anywhere!"

   Matt set Monica down, and looked her in the eye apologetically.

   "I had a great time with you the other night.  I hoped we'd hook up
again," Brent said.

   Monica looked at Matt and blushed.

   "That, was a huge mistake.  Brent, I'm sorry, I'm just not interested in
seeing you again."

   "What?  Come on girl!  You're the only babe that's ever let me teabag
her!"

   Monica blushed again.  "I'm sorry!  I had a lot to drink that night!  I
just don't think we're right for each other!"

   Brent lowered his head.

   "Well, sorry to hear that.  You know, you left your panties at my place.
You want them back?"

   Monica shook her head.  "No.  No, please, you can keep them."

   A grin spread across his face.

   "Thanks!" He hurried back to his place beside the fish market.  "Fishes,
get your fishes, twenty ninety-five for fresh halibut!  Get 'em while
they're fresh!"

   "Thanks for trying," she whispered to Matt.  He put his arm around her
and gave her a tight one-arm hug as they walked.

   When they made it to the restaurant, Monica sat next to George Martinez
as Albert requested; she would of course be expected to flirt and make
small talk with him throughout the meal.  Vanessa sat to George's right,
with Matt seated next to her.  Monica eyed Matt from her seat wistfully.

   Shari took a seat to Monica's left.  She squeezed Monica's arm as she
sat down, as if to say all will be fine.

   Before long, Barry Knapp and Mike Delaney entered the restaurant,
accompanied by seven beautiful naked girls.

   "May I have everyone's attention, please?" Barry announced.  "I'd like
to wish you all a happy Nude Secretaries Day.  And since today Mike and I
are interviewing candidates for a secretary position, we thought we'd
invite them along today.  Please say hello to Danielle, Julie, Brandy,
Michelle, Sophie, Laura, and Tracy."

   The seven nude candidates waved shyly at the gathered group.

   "I can't believe you did it," Monica whispered to Shari.

   "Did what?" Shari asked.

   "Got all of those candidates out of their clothes."

   "You're looking at the best!" Shari said proudly.  "You see that redhead
there?  She actually was on her way out before I convinced her to head
back."

   Monica looked at Tracy, the skinny redhead, and was genuinely impressed
Shari had convinced her to bare it all.  The seven candidates took a seat
near the end of the table, all aware that most of the eyes in the room were
on the blonde bombshell Danielle.

   George rested his palm on Monica's thigh.  She jumped just a bit, but
turned to him.

   "Sorry," he said.  "This must feel so terrifying for you.  Being naked
in a public restaurant."

   Monica shrugged.

   "We came here last year.  I'm honestly used to it now."

   George laughed.

   "Well, good for you!  I love a woman who is confident and comfortable
with her body."

   He smiled before finally taking his hand from Monica's thigh to pick up
the menu.

   Julie looked at the other candidates seated around her.  She made eye
contact with Laura, the mid-40s brunette. e "So...  you took the plunge,
huh?" Julie asked.

   Laura rolled her eyes.  "Wasn't going to get an interview otherwise. 
Not that I had a chance anyway.  Look at that girl."

   Laura gave Danielle the stink eye, and Julie shrugged.

   "I bet she fucked him in that interview," Tracy muttered to Laura,
quietly.

   Julie arched an eyebrow, surprised that Tracy believed ONLY Danielle had
spread her legs in Barry's office.

   "He told me she didn't," Michelle said.  "He said I had a good shot if
I'd put out.  Of course I told him no."

   "Oh, you didn't do anything sexual with him?" Julie asked.

   Michelle looked offended.  "Of course not!  Why, did you?"

   "Well, um..."

   "I hope none of you ladies did anything in that man's pants during the
interview," Danielle said, surprising everyone that she'd overheard their
conversations.  "He's not going to buy the cow when you give him the milk
for free."

   "Really, Danielle?  Those weren't your pussy juices I smelled in there?
I know someone got laid," Laura said.

   "Lord, no!" Danielle said, smugly.  "A smart girl knows when to play all
of her cards.  It was someone else."

   Julie froze.  Suddenly, she no longer felt like just one of the girls.

   Brandy looked around incredulously.  "I hope nobody did.  Ladies, have
some self-respect!"

   "Someone definitely did.  With BOTH guys," Laura said.

   Julie felt her face go flush.  If these other women weren't lying, it
appeared she was the only candidate to perform any sexual service with Mr.
Knapp.  Now Barry's call to Mike in the middle of their interview made so
much more sense.  She prayed the other candidates would not realize what
she had done.

   "I think it was Julie!" Michelle said.  Julie's heart sank.

   "Is that true?" Tracy asked her.

   Julie was silent.  She struggled to think of a reply.

   "It was.  She totally fucked him," Tracy said accusingly.

   Danielle shook her head, and smirked.  "It's always the good girls."

   Every one of the candidates looked at her, and suddenly, Julie felt more
naked than she had all day.

   "Excuse me," she said quietly, and hurried away from the table.  She
raced towards the ladies room without looking back.

   She passed a handsome middle-aged gentleman, who glanced at her bare
bottom as she scurried away before he approached the table she'd just run
from.  The occupants seemed either engrossed in conversation or too busy
leering at the nude women seated at the table to notice his arrival.

   "Excuse me, is this the J.T.  Levinson party?" he asked.

   "Yes, it is," George said, wondering who the man before him was.

   "I'm Sven Renault, the photographer you hired."

   Vanessa turned around and looked at the gentleman in shock.  Albert
immediately jumped to his feet.

   "Mr.  Renault!  So glad to have you join us!" he said, extending his
hand.  He turned to his coworkers.  "Everyone, this is Sven Renault.  He'll
be photographing our secretaries for a special office calendar today."

   Vanessa's jaw dropped.  She turned to Matt.  "It's him!  Oh my God,
that's Sven Renault!  Oh my God, I hope he sits near us!"

   Sven's attention was focused directly on Monica and Shari.  He walked
between the beautiful secretaries.

   "Hello ladies!  Is there room here for me to slide in?"

   "There's room for you, Mr.  Renault!" Shari said.  She moved her seat
slightly to the left to Sven could grab a chair and move between her and
Monica.

   "So," Sven said, settling between the two.  "Have either of you beauties
ever been photographed nude?"

   "We sure have!  But never by an esteemed artist like you!" Shari said.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted Vanessa eyeing her and Monica with
envy.  She added, "which is a shame.  Monica here has her nude photos on
the desktops of half the guys in our office!"

   "Is that right?" Sven asked, turning to Monica.  As he did, Shari got up
from her seat and tiptoed towards Vanessa.  She whispered into her ear, and
Vanessa nodded.

   Shari returned to her seat.  "Oh, Mr, Renault, I do know someone who is
very anxious to meet you!"

   "And who would that be?" he asked.

   Monica rose from her seat and Vanessa sat down in her place.

   "Hi!" Vanessa said, extending her hand.  "I'm Vanessa Martinez!  I'm a
huge fan of your work!"

   Sven took one look at the Latina beauty and his eyes lit up.

   "Pleased to meet you, Vanessa!  Do you model?"

   "Yes, I do!  I'd love to show you some of my photos when we get back to
the office!"

   While Vanessa and Sven made small-talk, Monica took a seat in the chair
Vanessa had recently vacated- right next to Matt.

   "Hey," she said cheerfully.

   "Sorry, this seat's taken," Matt said, jokingly.

   Monica laughed and slugged him in the arm.  Matt laughed as well.

   "How's your day going?" Monica asked.

   Matt looked at her sadly.  "Vanessa gave me her phone number.  We made
plans to go out this weekend."

   "I guess that's good," Monica muttered.  "Were you able to talk her into
undressing at least?"

   "Not in front of anyone but me."

   Monica paused.  She had a follow up question to ask him, but realized it
wasn't any of her business.

   "Tell me something, Vanessa," Sven said.  "Why are you the only woman at
this table wearing clothes?"

   Vanessa blushed.

   "I'm not a secretary at this company.  At least not yet.  Actually, the
reason my father didn't want to sell his company to them was because he
didn't want me to have to be nude."

   "He has some problem with his beautiful daughter being nude?" Sven
asked.

   "My father is very old-fashioned," Vanessa said, shooting a glance at
him.  George was engrossed in a conversation with one of his colleagues
seated across the table and hadn't heard a word she said.

   "He wants to keep me pure and innocent," Vanessa added.

   Sven raised an eyebrow.

   "Being nude is the purest and most innocent thing in the world, Vanessa!
My best photos are the ones where I catch girls in their private intimate
moments.  My dear, if you'll indulge me, I'd like to photograph you in the
nude and I'm certain you'll agree with me."

   "That's- very flattering.  But I couldn't.  My father would be appalled.
And I- I'd feel embarrassed."

   Sven leaned close to Vanessa.

   "My dear, you have absolutely NOTHING to be embarrassed of!  We'll just
have to see what it would take to change your father's mind about this
subject."

   "I- um, I'll have to think about that," Vanessa muttered nervously.

   Sven gave her a knowing smile.  "Don't think about it too long, now."

   "I won't," Vanessa replied quickly, feeling her nipples stiffen as she
did.

   At that moment, George reached to his left, and rested his palm on what
he thought was Monica's bare thigh.

   "Well, these lovely ladies have made the day more enjoyable, that's
for-"

   George stopped, realizing he was feeling not only bare thigh, but also
the hem of a skirt.  He looked to his left to see the thigh his hand was
resting upon was his daughter's.  George froze.  He looked to his right to
see Monica, and back to his left to see Vanessa; his hand still lingering
on the latter's leg.

   "You...switched seats," George said.

   "Oh, yes, Daddy.  I wanted to talk with Mr.  Renault here."

   "Oh.  Of course.  I see," George said.

   Finally, he removed his hand from Vanessa's leg.  He paused just a
moment, to marvel at how incredibly smooth it felt.  His heart was racing.

   "Sorry about that, honey," he said.

   *****



   Julie stayed in the restroom for what felt like forever.  She wanted to
go home.  She couldn't go back out into the dining area to face the other
girls, or Barry and Mike, knowing how she'd been misled into performing so
many sexual acts for little reason.

   If she'd had her clothes, she'd call her stepfather and ask him to pick
her up and take her home, but her clothes were back in the office.  She
couldn't walk there naked and alone.  Staying in a group with other naked
woman was her only way to cling to what remained of her dignity.

   Unable to face those other women, Julie had no choice but to confine
herself to the restroom.  She would wait there as long as she had to.

   She'd been hiding for the better part of a half hour when she heard the
door open.  Julie cowered inside a stall and didn't make a sound.

   "Julie?"

   It was Shari's voice.  Julie poked her head out of the stall.

   "There you are.  You okay?"

   Julie nodded.

   "The waiter took our orders.  You've been in here a long time."

   "I can't go back out there."

   "Why not?  The guys are asking about you!"

   Julie sighed.  "I'm...the ONLY girl that did anything sexual for Barry
and Mike!  I feel like a fool!  The other girls think I'm a whore!"

   "Aww, don't worry about that!  I was the only girl that was giving out
blow jobs when we first started Nude Secretaries Day.  Pretty soon you'll
find there's benefits to being the girl that makes men happy."

   Julie hesitated.  "But, I'll be laughed at!"

   Shari held her hands to Julie's face.

   "Julie.  Look at me.  You now have a better shot at getting that job
than any other candidate out there.  And then you'll never see those other
girls again."

   Julie shook her head.  "Most of them.  The other girl that gets hired
will have gotten the job without fucking anyone!"

   Shari let out a quiet laugh.  "Actually that's not entirely true."

   Julie looked at her quizzically.  "What do you mean?"

   "Promise you won't tell the other girls this?" Shari asked.

   Julie nodded.  Shari took her by the arm and led her into the corner. 
She leaned in close so that her lips we only inches from Julie's ear.

   "Mike isn't hiring anyone.  He just likes to interview naked girls."

   "He WHAT?" Julie exclaimed.

   "There's only one job opening.  Mike saw all the naked girls Barry was
taking into his office and he wanted a piece of the action, so he asked me
to tell you all that another position was available."

   Julie's jaw dropped.  "That son of a-"

   "Hey hey!  PROMISE me you won't tell the other girls!  It would be very
bad for both of our job prospects if they find out.  Mike hasn't
interviewed them all yet and he's trying to charm his way between their
legs as we speak."

   "I'm seriously supposed to not say a WORD to them?  And stop them from
being used like I was?"

   "Secrecy is part of the job here.  That also means keeping the
activities a secret from our bosses' wives.  I've had David's wife on the
phone while his penis was up my butt and I had to convince her he was in a
meeting.  It's what we have to do.  You understand, Julie?"

   Julie nodded.

   "Good.  Let's get back to the table and introduce you to the other
guys."

   Julie followed Shari out of the restroom.  As they opened, the door,
none other than Mike Delaney was on the other side.  Danielle Turner was
with him.

   "Hey girls.  This restroom empty?" he asked.

   "Sure, all yours, Mike," Shari said.

   "Ahh great.  All right, get in there sweet cheeks," he said, slapping
Danielle on her ass.

   Julie looked at the blonde bombshell as she walked past, but caught
Shari making the 'shh' gesture with her index finger to her lips.  Julie
said nothing as Mike followed Danielle into the restroom and unzipped his
pants.  He was already on her before the restroom door had closed, while
Shari and Julie made their way back to the dining area.

   "The other girls have really had to up their game because of you," Shari
whispered.

   "Well, there she is!" Barry announced, as Julie approached the table. 
Julie blushed as all the diners turned their attention to her.

   "So this is 'the Pleaser,' you've told us about, huh, Barry?" Irvin
said. Barry nodded.

   "Come here, have a seat next to the boss." Irvin pulled out a chair and
invited Julie to take a seat next to him.  Shari shot her a double thumbs
up as Julie sat down.

   Julie found it was easy to ignore the stabbing stares of jealously
coming from the other candidates seated at the far end of the table, and
she was able to enjoy her meal just fine while seated among the men who
were very interested in getting to know her.

   She was all smiles and laughs when Barry passed by Shari's chair and
whispered into her ear, "Nice job, Shari."

   *****



   "All right, bend over a little farther."

   Heidi followed the photographer's instructions, and leaned over the open
filing cabinet drawer while Sven focused his camera on the bubbly blonde's
voluptuous ass.  He'd set up a small studio in a vacant office, and had
begun photographing the nude secretaries soon after the group's return from
Mizarro's.  Of course, quite a few of the curious gentlemen and ladies had
gathered outside the office door to observe.

   "Turn your butt towards me a little," he said.

   Heidi twisted her abdomen slightly so her bottom faced the camera.

   "Perfect!" He snapped a photo.

   There was a slight applause; the numerous spectators were quite
impressed with the renowned photographer's technique.  There was no doubt
that Heidi's photos, and those of the other secretaries as well, would come
out spectacularly.

   Vanessa looked on with envy.  She played with the buttons on her suit
jacket while she eyed the other nude secretaries in the room, each of them
awaiting their turn to be photographed.

   Even Julie was impressed by Sven's style.  She lingered in the crowd
wondering if it was appropriate for her to leave.  It looked as though a
few of the other candidates were getting dressed and heading out.  Julie
considered doing the same but decided to wait in case Barry wanted her to
stay a bit longer.  On that thought, she noticed that she couldn't see her
prospective boss anywhere.  She found Shari in the crowd of spectators and
whispered to her.

   "Hey Shari, do you know where Barry is?"

   "He's got Danielle in his office for a second 'interview'" Shari
replied.

   Julie nodded, understanding what that meant.

   "So, can I go?  It looks like the other girls went home."

   "You might want to stick around.  At least wait for him to see you off,"
Shari said, still watching Heidi's shoot.

   Julie folded her arms and waited awkwardly in the crowd of spectators.
She watched as Michelle and Laura, both fully dressed, made their way
towards the elevators.

   When Heidi's shoot was finished, Sven beckoned all of the secretaries to
assemble.  Being as Heidi's shift was the first to end, it was determined
she should be first, and now Sven wanted to capture all of the lovely nude
women in a group shot before Heidi headed to her second job.

   One-by-one, the girls got into frame.  Soon, Julie was the only nude
girl left among the spectators, and everyone in the vicinity was becoming
increasingly aware of that.

   "Young lady?" Sven called out to her.  "Aren't you joining us?"

   Julie shook her head.

   "Uh, no, I don't work here actually.  I mean, am I supposed to be in the
picture?"

   "Actually," Albert spoke up, "I need her for something.  Miss, would you
come with me?"

   Julie looked at Albert confused.  He ushered her into a nearby empty
office and shut the door.  Julie braced herself for a proposition.

   "I'm sorry, what was your name?" Albert asked.

   "Julie," she said.  "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to-"

   "It's all right, I just have a favor to ask of you.  If you don't mind?
I'd ask one of the other girls, but they're in a photo shoot."

   "No, I don't mind at all," Julie said.  She was eager for the
opportunity to be helpful, and her instincts told her she wasn't about be
be asked for a sexual favor.

   "I need you to go out and buy Vanessa a bathing suit," Albert said.

   "Oh!" Julie said surprised.  "A bathing suit?"

   "Vanessa really wants to pose for Mr.  Renault, but he doesn't shoot
fully clothed girls, and Vanessa doesn't want to pose nude.  The guys and I
thought that maybe if we picked up something skimpy for her to wear, she
might be willing to pose in it."

   "Okay.  Where should I get it?"

   "There's a clothing store in the Loughridge building.  They have a
decent assortment of women's swimwear.  I'll give you a company credit
card, so you can pick up something sexy for her.  Her bra size is 38DD,
she's a medium size in panties.  Okay?"

   "Sure.  So...  how sexy are we talking here?" Julie asked.

   "Well, we'd like a two-piece of course, the skimpier the better.  She's
not averse to thongs so feel free to pick up something that really makes
her ass look great.  Shoulder straps are optional but something that shows
cleavage is a must.  Sound good?"

   Julie nodded, then paused awkwardly.  There was noeasy way to phrase
this question.

   "Um, do you want me to go over there...like this?"

   "It's the Loughridge building, same place we went out to lunch.  You can
use the skywalk to get there, so no need for clothes."

   She felt a pit form in the center of her stomach.

   "All right," she said, nervously.  "I'll pick that up for you right
away."

   *****



   "Wonderful, wonderful," Sven said, snapping away with his camera.  "You
are all beautiful!"

   Monica, Shari, Heidi, and all of the other secretaries of J.T.  Levinson
stood in a row while Sven took picture after picture of them.  He moved his
"studio" to the conference room so there was more room for everyone to fit.
He had them lean forward and assume many seductive poses while he captured
each one.

   Vanessa looked on even more jealously, until Albert whispered into her
ear.

   "Oh my Gosh, really?" she asked.  "Thank you SO much!  I really
appreciate it!"

   Albert gave Vanessa a pat on the butt and they continued watching the
girls pose.

   Sven had the sexy models pair up and touch tits with their partner. 
Monica paired with Shari, Lori with Elizabeth, but given that there was an
odd number of models, Heidi was left without a partner.  Everyone looked to
Vanessa, who shyly backed away.

   "I'm sorry guys, I'd rather not get naked."

   Sven gave a disappointed tsk and had Heidi pose in the center of the
collection of tit-touching pairs with her arms above her head.  Monica
giggled at the feeling of Shari's nipples tickling her own.  Sven snapped
away with his camera.

   "Good!  Now, turn around!"

   Sven had the girls turn their backs and bend over, so they were all
posed ass-to-ass.  Heidi stood in the center and pointed her butt right at
the camera.

   "Splendid!  Splendid!" Sven said, snapping away.

   When it was time for Heidi to leave, everyone bid her farewell and the
bubbly blonde almost left the building without getting dressed first.  She
was nearly through the elevator doors when she stopped and hurried back to
the conference room.

   "Did I have clothes when I came here this morning?"

   Albert nodded at her, and towards the pile of her clothes that still lay
on one of the empty chairs.

   "Ohh!  Can't believe I forgot!" Heidi put on her clothes and headed out
of the building.  Once she was gone, Sven went back to photographing the
girls individually.

   Lori Peterson volunteered to go next.  While she didn't have the youth
or extensive sex appeal of Heidi, Sven brought out the best in Lori for all
to enjoy.

   Next came Elizabeth Zediker.  Nicknamed "Legs" for her mile-long gams,
Sven posed the sultry secretary in a number of positions to show off her
lengthy assets.

   After taking numerous shots of the leggy Liz, Sven finally called Monica
forward.  Blushing, the sexy brunette stepped before the famed
photographer; nervous and excited to have her beauty immortalized in his
beautiful pictures.

   Sven looked Monica up and down, trying to decide what style of photos
would best suit her.  Monica stood with her arms to her sides so Sven could
study every detail of her naked body.  His eyes traveled up her legs, past
her smooth shaved pussy, her lovely flat belly, and her round perky
breasts.

   "Turn around," he said.

   Monica turned her back to him, and his eyes went wide.

   "Lean forward just a bit."

   Monica did as he asked.

   "You are the one they call Miss Tightbuns?"

   "Yes, that's right," Monica said.

   "You live up to your name.  Climb onto the table on all fours, crawl
like an animal."

   Monica obeyed.  Sven stood behind her and snapped a series of photos of
Monica crawling away from him.

   "Like a sexy animal," Sven clarified.  Monica crawled further, making
sure to sway her hips as much as she could.  "Perfect, perfect." He snapped
away with his camera.

   Sven's next direction stopped everyone cold.

   "I want you to pose with a penis in your mouth," he said.

   "Excuse me?" Monica asked, turning back to look at him.

   "I'll shoot it in silhouette.  You, in profile, with an erect penis
entering your mouth.  It will look breathtaking."

   Monica turned to look at the gathering of spectators.  They all seemed
to agree with the photographer's assessment.

   "Well, who's penis will it be?" Monica asked curiously.

   Many of the spectators turned to George, particularly the J.T.  Levinson
managers.  George shook his head.

   "I- don't want my wife to see something like that," the CEO said.

   "Someone else want to volunteer?" Sven asked.

   Monica looked at Matt hopefully, only to see Vanessa smile nervously and
tighten her grip around the young man's hand.  Matt smiled at Monica sadly.
Finally, Albert stepped forward.

   "I'll do it," he said.

   "Wonderful.  Surely the secretary's own boss is the best choice?" Sven
suggested.

   Albert smiled smugly at his coworkers as he walked up to the conference
room table and unzipped his pants.  Monica gasped.  While it wasn't the
first time she'd seen her boss' penis; she had walked in on him
masturbating to nude photos of her taken on previous Nude Secretaries Days,
this was the first time she'd gotten a look at it up close.  He was
reasonably well-hung; not the biggest she'd ever seen but not the smallest
either.

   "All right, on your knees Monica, Albert, turn towards her," Sven
instructed.

   Albert helped the nimble secretary off the table and she dropped to a
kneel.  Albert stood in front of her so that his penis dangled in front of
her face.

   "I might need your help getting it up, dear," the manager said.

   Monica took her boss' penis in her hand and gently tugged it.  The other
men looked on with envy as she tickled his balls with her opposite hand
while stroking his penis into a complete erection.  When Albert was at
full-mast, Sven shut off all but the back lights, so Monica and Albert were
visible only in silhouette.  He then instructed Monica to take Albert's
penis into her mouth.

   She took it about halfway in, just enough that the shaft of his penis
was still visible to the camera.  She could feel the head against her
tongue, and judging by the taste of his precum, Monica could tell Albert
was enjoying this quite a bit.  Sven snapped a photo.

   "Now take it out...lick just the tip of it, nice and slow..."

   Monica touched her tongue to the tip of Albert's dick, and Sven snapped
a picture.  He seemed to know instinctively the best moment to capture the
moment.  The image of Monica holding Albert's penis to her lips looked
artistic enough for framing.

   "Glide it in, and out again," Sven instructed, and Monica did exactly
that.  He snapped a new photo every few seconds, capturing Albert's penis
at various stages of depth into Monica's mouth.  Albert moaned as he felt
Monica's lips pass up and down his shaft.

   He'd wanted this for so long.  He'd have preferred much more that it
happened inside a motel room or in his office behind a closed door, but
having his penis inside his sexy secretary after three long years of
fantasizing about it was a treat all the same.

   Sven kept photographing, and Monica began to wonder how much longer she
would need to keep at it, being as Sven should have gotten enough shots by
now.  Still, he kept snapping shot after shot, leaving Monica with no
choice but to keep sucking.

   More and more, she sucked, and it looked as though her photographer were
awaiting the inevitable.  And when it happened, he was ready with his
camera.

   Monica felt the explosion in her mouth, and Sven captured her expression
the moment in happened.  It was both a wince and a gag, and it showed
perfectly on camera, even in silhouette.

   "Excellent," Sven said, lowering his camera.  "Next girl, please."

   *****



   Julie had never felt more naked.

   Every pair of eyes in the Loughridge Building was on her when she
stepped out of the elevator.  She no longer had a group with whom she could
blend in; now it was simply her and her alone.

   She clutched the company credit card in her hands; it, and the shoes on
her feet were the only things she had with her besides her own naked body.
She made her way through the lower level of the building, searching for her
destination.

   The store was called Mango Country.  Mannequins stood in the display
windows wearing more clothing than Julie was at the moment.  She made her
way inside, catching shocked stares from customers and store staff members-
and the mannequins as well.  It was then that Julie realized that the pale,
motionless figures standing in the store windows were flesh and blood
women, whom despite their lack of movement were quite visibly shocked to
see a naked girl enter their store.

   Julie ignored the wide-eyed models and walked through the entrance.  The
salesgirls looked afraid to approach her.  Julie simply avoided making eye
contact with any of them.

   She walked past the salesgirls, and down the aisle to browse the store
merchandise on her own.  A few male customers ogled her and took out their
phones to take photos.

   "Forget something, honey?" one man asked, laughing.

   Julie hurried down the aisle out of their sights, and stepped between
the clothes racks to hide from the spectators.  Even if she couldn't wear
the clothes, they made for good cover nonetheless.

   After spending a few minutes browsing through the clothing racks, a
short, chubby bald salesman approached her.  He wore a dark suit and tie
with a name tag reading, "Doug."

   "Can I help you with something, miss?" he asked.

   "Um, I'm looking to buy a bathing suit," Julie said, nervously.

   "Well, you've come to the right place!" the man said.  "We have all
kinds of styles that I'm sure will flatter your figure."

   "Oh, it's not for me," Julie said.  She explained to him her company's
Nude Secretaries Day policy and her assignment to retrieve a swimsuit for
Vanessa.  As she did, a small crowd gathered in the nearby aisle to watch
the two converse.

   "All right, no problem, I'll help you find the perfect ensemble for
Vanessa.  Come this way." Doug put his arm around Julie, and walked her
through the store.  Although Julie was grateful for the cover Doug was
providing her, she did note that his hand, which was resting on her hip,
was gradually drifting lower.

   "Most of what we have is here in this section," Doug said, showing Julie
a large section full of numerous racks of women's swimwear.  Julie walked
between the racks, examining various swimsuits and contemplating how they
would look on Vanessa.

   "Is Vanessa a modest girl, or does she like to show lots of skin?" Doug
asked.

   Julie shrugged.  "Kinda.  I mean, I'm buying this cause she doesn't want
to be nude.  But, she's okay with showing some skin, I think."

   "Well, we have much skimpier swimsuits over in this section, if you'd
like to take a look," Doug said, nudging her to a nearby stand.  "Lots of
itty bitty bikinis, thongs and g-strings that might suit her."

   Julie looked at the suits which Doug was referring, and wondered if
Vanessa would even be willing to wear them.  Some were little more than
string that was not likely to cover Vanessa adequately to her liking. 
Still, Albert encouraged her to buy something revealing, so Julie was at a
loss to decide what specifically she should get.

   "I'll let you browse.  If you have any questions, don't hesitate to come
ask me anything!" Doug scurried off, leaving Julie alone among the jungle
of swimwear.

   She looked at suit after suit, rejecting some for being too skimpy,
others for being too modest.  It occurred to her she was over-thinking
this, and Albert simply wanted her to pick up something basic.  She settled
on a plain white bikini.  It provided adequate coverage to her private
areas but would still leave plenty of skin uncovered.

   Julie held the bikini against her torso and made her way to the checkout
counter.  She stayed within the confines of the clothing racks rather than
venture out into the aisles where more people would see her, but she was
attracting attention nonetheless.  She passed a middle-aged couple, and the
woman gave her a shocked glance and immediately put her hands over her
husband's eyes.

   Julie was elated to see that there was no line at the checkout counter,
so she hurried towards it.  She had almost reached it when a salesgirl
stopped her.

   "Excuse me," the salesgirl said.  The name tag on her blouse read,
"Tori." Julie froze.

   "Um, yes?" Julie said, praying she was not about to get arrested or
ejected from the store.

   "Our manager would like to speak with you.  Will you come with me,
please?"

   "Um, okay," Julie said meekly, and followed the pretty salesgirl to the
back room.  "What's this about?"

   "She wants to talk with you.  Please follow me."

   Julie clutched the bikini along with the company credit card in her
hands as she followed Tori down a long, winding hallway.  She was reminded
of being sent to the principal's office for misbehavior as a child.  Julie
prayed she would not be accused of any wrongdoing as she followed the
salesgirl to an office.

   "Here she is, Kim," Tori said, and walked back out to the main floor,
leaving Julie alone with the manager.  Julie tentatively stepped inside the
manager's small office.

   Kim Beatty was a blonde woman in her late 40s, with dark framed glasses
perched upon her forehead.  She turned in her swivel chair to face Julie.
It was then that Julie saw that Doug was in the room as well.

   "See, Kim?  Nude Secretaries Day is a real thing.  Just ask this girl!"

   "And this tells me what, Doug?  That your idea has some kind of
precedent?" Kim asked.

   Doug nodded.  "Think about it!  Nude Salesgirls Day!  We get Tori, and
Chrissy, and the other girls to work a day completely nude!  Think of the
boost in business we'd get!  I mean, we just got ten guys who practically
followed this young lady in the store and she's just a shopper!"

   Kim thought for a moment.

   "You think we could get away with that?"

   Doug turned to Julie.

   "Well, how long has your company been doing Nude Secretaries Day?"

   "I don't know, a few years I think?" Julie stammered.  She still felt as
though she were on the verge of being arrested.

   "All right, tell you what, honey.  That swimsuit is on me today.  Here's
a voucher for you to take to the cashier." Kim handed Julie a green slip of
paper granting the bearer to $50 of free merchandise.

   "Thank you," Julie said, and squeezed the voucher in her hand.

   "Doug, tell the models in the front windows to take their clothes off.
I'll talk to the salesgirls myself in a few."

   "I'll get right on that," Doug said.

   Julie slunk out of the manager's office and made her way back to the
sales floor.  Just her luck, there was a short line to the cash register
now, so Julie waited at the end while the other female shoppers in line
eyed her and slowly edged away.

   Julie stood shamefully in the line, covering her breasts and private
parts with her arms while she waited her turn.  A few men passing by
snapped her photo with their camera phones.  Julie blushed and turned away
from them.

   After five minutes of waiting, she reached the front of the line and the
cashier gave her a wide-eyed look.

   "Hi...  did you find everything you were looking for today?" the
cashier, whose name tag read "Chrissy," greeted her.

   "Yeah," Julie practically whispered, and handed her the swimsuit and
voucher.  Chrissy rang up the suit and placed it in a tall paper shopping
bag.

   "Have a great day," Chrissy said, handing Julie the bag.  As she did,
Doug approached her.

   "Chrissy, I need to take over for you.  Kim wants to see you in her
office."

   "What for?" the cashier asked, concerned.

   "You'll see." He winked at Julie.

   Doug took his place behind the register, while Chrissy made her way to
the manager's office.  Julie hurried out of the store, just as the window
models were stepping back into their poses after stripping completely nude.

   *****



   The camera was aimed at Shari's breasts.  Sven had asked her to bend
over so he could shoot the large hanging mammaries from between her thighs.
It was a flattering angle for them; Shari's breasts looked bigger and more
pronounced with gravity working to their advantage.

   Julie eeked into the conference room, holding her shopping bag.  When
Albert spotted her, he quickly relieved the young prospect of both the bag
and the company credit card and instructed her to have a seat in the office
waiting room for Barry to excuse when he was ready.

   With the shopping bag in hand, Albert then tapped Vanessa on the
shoulder.

   "Uh, Miss Martinez?"

   The lovely Latina looked up from watching her idol work his magic on his
model.  Albert opened the bag and showed her the swimsuit.

   "Oh my gosh, you got me a bikini to model?  Thank you SO much, Mr. 
Hosdale!"

   "Please, we're happy to help," Albert said.

   Vanessa held up the skimpy suit and smiled.

   "It's adorable!  Let me go try it on now!" She planted a kiss on
Albert's cheek and ran off to an empty meeting room to change.

   She darted past Danielle, just as she was emerging from Barry's office.
The platinum blonde wiped the semen from her lips as she made her way back
to the waiting room where Julie was seated.  Mike watched her saunter off
before he poked his head into Barry's office.

   "What'd I tell you?  She's a firecracker, huh?"

   Barry gave a satisfied smirk in agreement as he sat back onto his
sweat-soaked office chair.  He grabbed a new work shirt from his desk
drawer and changed into it.

   "So, pretty easy choice, then?" Mike asked.

   "Not really.  The young brunette really knows her stuff."

   Mike guffawed.

   "Ah, who gives a shit about that?  The pussy was on point, no doubt, but
the blonde, man, that blonde...wow!  If you don't hire her, my friend,
there is something broken between your ears, I'll tell you that right now!"

   Barry buttoned up his new dress shirt.  "Then why don't YOU hire her,
Mike?"

   "Pffft!  Like I need a secretary!  I can get one of the other guy's
girls to cover for me half the time anyway!  All I need is to hold
'interviews' once a week or so and I got what I need!" Mike made a fist
pumping motion with his forearm.

   Barry shook his head.  "You're a real stand-up guy, Mike."

   "Don't you judge me, Knapp.  Like you didn't just pork those two babes
same as me."

   Barry looked at his reflection in the mirror mounted on his office wall
and adjusted his collar.

   "Just have them meet me in Conference Room B in ten minutes.  I'll have
my mind made up then," Barry said.

   *****

   Vanessa tightened the white bikini top around her bust and clasped the
strap closed.  It seemed to fit her well.  She looked forward to posing in
it for Mr.  Renault.

   She heard a knock at the door.

   "Just a moment!" she called out.  Vanessa quickly grabbed the bikini
bottoms and slid her legs through the holes.  She pulled the suit up and
around her bottom.  She was all dressed now.  "Come on in!"

   The door opened, and Shari stepped inside.

   "Shari!  Glad you're here!  How do I look?"

   Vanessa thrusted her large breasts outward, and then turned around so
Shari could check out her ass.

   "Perfect!" the redhead replied.  "You're the spitting image of sexy!"

   "You think so?  This top doesn't scrunch up my boobs too much, does it?"

   "No, no, you look amazing!  But-"

   "But what?" Vanessa asked, her face already braced for bad news.

   "But why don't you NOT wear it?" Shari batted her eyelashes as she said
it.

   Vanessa sighed.  "Shari, I told you.  My dad will go NUTS if I walk
around this office naked, let alone get in front of a camera."

   "You're a grown woman, Vanessa.  Show him that.  He can't control you
your whole life!  I mean, you're about to model for Sven freaking Renault!
And you're going to wear a bathing suit?  Come on, give the artist what he
wants!"

   Vanessa paused.

   "I...oh God..." she leaned her head against the wall.

   "I know what Matt would want you to do..." Shari said, teasingly.

   Vanessa looked at her.

   "Matt will get to see whatever Matt wants to see when we meet after
work," Vanessa said.  "But for right now, I'm keeping this bathing suit
on."

   She walked down the hall to the office where Sven was set up.  Shari
trudged into her office and dropped into her chair, drained.

   There was no denying it.  She'd failed.  Every avenue she'd tried had
led to a dead-end.  Vanessa was still clothed, and George still hadn't
signed his company over.  A shame; she'd been looking forward to having her
bonus tripled.  Now, she would feel lucky to get a bonus at all.  Shari
turned to her computer screen just as Monica popped into the room.

   "Hey!" Monica greeted.

   Shari said nothing.

   "No luck?" the brunette added.

   Shari shook her head.

   "Albert wants me to have sex with Martinez," Monica said.  "He said he's
waiting in the Executive Suite."

   Shari sighed.

   "Are you gonna do it?"

   "Only thing I can do at this point.  I doubt he'll go through with the
merger in any case."

   Shari tapped her nails on her desktop.  "Do it anyway.  It's our last
shot."

   Monica bit her lower lip.  "Yeah."

   Shari looked up at her sympathetically.  "Look Monica, it's just for
today.  You'll get your shot with Matt." She said the words with more
confidence than she truly felt, but it was what Monica needed to hear.

   Monica shrugged.  "I just want the sex to mean something.  I don't want
any more random hookups with fish market boys.  And I don't want my vagina
to be a corporate bargaining tool."

   "Well, unfortunately it is.  At least until you move up the ladder."

   "I know." She turned to the doorway and turned back.  "Any advice?" If
there was one thing Shari knew how to give, it was advice on dealing with
men's libidos.  She'd never let Monica down there.

   "Give him the best sex of his life.  Be the best piece of ass he's ever
gotten."

   Monica nodded and made her way out of Shari's office.  It was a long
walk to the Executive Suite, and each office she passed earned her a nod of
approval from the men and women inside, all of them seemingly aware of her
mission.  She was the recipient of a few slaps on the ass as well,
accompanied by words of encouragement from the gentlemen all pining their
hopes that a visit between Monica's legs was all Martinez needed to finally
succumb to their offer.

   Albert handed her a copy of the contract as she passed him by.  It would
be the sole object she would carry with her into the suite, and hopefully,
she would have it with her with George Martinez's signature on it when she
walked out.

   She stood outside the door to the Executive Suite.  She contemplated
knocking, but for reasons she wasn't entirely sure of, she instead opened
the door without warning.

   Martinez was inside, seated at a table with his laptop open,
masturbating.  He quickly pushed the screen closed as she stepped inside.

   "Hey there," Monica greeted, sexily.  "Ready to have me rock your
world?"

   "Thought you'd never ask," George replied.  He pulled his pants off and
proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

   Monica took a seat beside him and placed the contract onto the table. 
"You know you don't have to hide your porn around me!"

   George slid the laptop away from her.  "There's nothing there you need
to concern yourself with!" he said, charmingly.  He eyed the contract.

   "Still hoping I'll change my mind, hmm?"

   "That IS the hope of every employee at J.T.  Levinson at the moment."

   "Well dear, I hope that the fun we're about to have isn't contingent on
me signing that contract.  Is it?"

   He looked her in the eye.  Monica paused.

   "Of course not.  I'm here just to please you.  But it would please me,"
she placed her hand on his still-erect penis, "if you would reconsider."

   George sighed.  "I do love to be pleased."

   Monica touched his penis and gently stroked his shaft.

   "And you certainly know how to please!" George grabbed Monica by her
inner thigh and squeezed the soft muscle.  Monica giggled and stroked his
penis faster.

   "Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked.

   George let out a moan and nodded, but kept his eyes shut.

   "You want to fuck my pussy?" she asked.

   He nodded.

   "Or do you want to fuck my ass?"

   George nodded, too aroused to even muster a reply.  Monica giggled,
confident that she'd had him reeled in where she wanted him.  She took a
peek at his laptop, which remained shut in front of him.  Still curious
about what he'd been stroking to prior to her arrival, Monica quietly
lifted the screen.

   Vanessa's glamour photos were all over the screen.  Dozens of them, of
her modeling various skimpy bikinis and lingerie.  There were even a few
candid photos that showed the curvy beauty in a changing room taking her
bra and panties off.

   Monica gasped.  "You were masturbating to your- daughter?"

   George's eyes went wide, and he slammed the laptop shut.

   "Don't you ever tell anyone you saw that!  Ever!"

   "But- you were the only one opposed to Vanessa being nude today.  Why
would you say that if you found her attractive too?" Monica already knew
the answer to the question she was asking, but hoped she could back George
into a corner by asking it.

   "What would people think if they knew I was turned on by by own
daughter?"

   Monica smirked.

   "With a body like hers, I think most people would be understanding.  I
mean, look at those tits!"

   George's face turned bright red.

   "No one can know about this!"

   Monica put her hand on his chest.  "I can keep this between us," she
said, sweetly.  "But if your daughter is what you need to get off, you
don't have to keep it from me."

   She opened the laptop again, and turned the screen towards him.  She
gave his penis a good firm squeeze, and whispered, "now, do you want to
have the best sex of your life, or what?"

   George nodded.

   *****



   "Julie?  Danielle?  Mr.  Knapp and Mr.  Delaney are ready to see you."

   Julie and Danielle exchanged glances before looking back at Lori.

   "Sounds like good news," Danielle said.  "Only two of us left and two
openings."

   Julie shrugged.

   "Yeah, I hope so." She held her tongue.  She couldn't tell Danielle what
she knew, but it did seem to be a good sign that they wanted to see both
candidates at once.

   They followed Lori to the conference room, where Barry and Mike were
seated.  Julie and Danielle took seats across from their prospective
employers and Lori left the room.

   "How you doing, ladies?" Barry asked.

   "We're fine." Julie said, to which Danielle nodded in agreement.

   "Glad to have an answer so quickly.  Hoping it's good news!" Danielle
said.

   "Well, for one of you, it is!" Mike said.

   Julie and Danielle's faces sank.  Julie felt strangely sympathetic to
Danielle; somehow still clinging to hope that the disappointed party would
not be herself.  Barry shot Mike an annoyed glance.

   "Well, we were VERY happy with both of your interviews," Mike said. 
"But, uh, Barry, you want to go first?"

   "Sure, Mike," Barry said, facetiously.  "As Mike was saying, we could
not have been happier with the two of you.  You both went well above and
beyond our expectations today, and it was very difficult deciding between
the two of you."

   Julie and Danielle both lowered their heads, but peeked up at Barry
hopefully.

   "Unfortunately, I've decided neither of you is quite what I'm looking
for right now," Barry said.

   Julie and Danielle's faces dropped.  Even Mike turned to look at Barry
in shock.

   "I will keep your resumes on file for six months, if my situation
changes." Barry tucked Julie and Danielle's resumes into a folder and shut
it.  He looked at Mike.

   Now it was Mike who looked at Barry with a twinge of disgust.

   "Well ladies, I- I don't know what to say.  I liked both of you but..."
he stared at Julie and Danielle, first their faces, and then at their
breasts.

   "But I can only hire one of you, so Danielle, you got the job."

   Danielle let out a sigh of relief.  Julie bit her lower lip and fumed.

   "Oh my gosh, THANK YOU!" Danielle exclaimed.  "I really appreciate this,
I really do!"

   Mike looked at Julie sympathetically.  "Julie, I'll keep your resume on
file for six months as well."

   "Thank you," Julie said glumly.  She rose from her chair and quickly
excused herself from the conference room a bit more hastily than she would
have liked, but she wanted to be gone before the tears started to show.

   She stomped down the hallway, feeling both rage and disappointment
crashing down.  She ignored every pair of eyes that locked onto her naked
breasts and bottom as she passed through the hallway and back into the
empty meeting room where her clothes were.

   She'd been used.  It was the worst feeling she'd had since her first
boyfriend in high school had cheated on her.  Or rather, dated her only to
make his ex-girlfriend jealous.

   Before she'd even gotten dressed, Julie dug through her purse and took
out her phone.  She dialed her step-father, choking back tears as she
listened to the ringing.

   "Hi, Craig?  Will you come pick me up now?  My interview's over."

   Before her stepfather could even reply, Julie had shut her phone and
tossed it into her purse.  She picked up her clothes and proceeded to put
them on.

   She'd only gotten her bra on before the door opened, and Barry poked his
head in.

   "Uh, Julie?" he asked.

   She wiped the tears from her eyes.  "Yes?"

   "I've got one more secret I need you to keep."

   Julie looked at him, confused.  What information could he possibly want
to entrust to her now?

   "I'm going to wait until Danielle's starting date, but you'll be getting
a call from me very soon." He winked at her.

   "You mean..."

   "I mean Mike's an asshole, but there's ways to get him to man up, so I
had to do them.  Congratulations."

   Julie's mouth dropped open.

   "I- don't know what to say."

   "You can say you still want the job."

   "I do!  I really do!" Julie said, elated.

   Barry turned to face someone down the hall.  Julie couldn't hear them,
but it sounded as though they were asking him a question.  Barry turned
back to Julie.

   "Um, Julie, before you get dressed, would you like to model for Sven
Renault?"

   *****



   Vanessa was walking on air when she was making her way back to the empty
meeting room to change back into her work clothes.  She had just modeled
for Sven Renault, and she didn't even have to get naked.  He did ask her to
remove her bikini top, an offer which she politely declined.  Still, to
have posed for such a renowned photographer was an experience she knew
she'd be oh-so-casually mentioning in conversations for years to come.

   "Vanessa!" Monica called from down the hallway.  Vanessa stopped and
turned to her.  "Are you done with your photoshoot?"

   "Yes," Vanessa said, and looked Monica up and down.  "Are you done with
my father?"

   Monica blushed.  "Actually, no, I haven't started.  Listen, there's
something you should know."

   Monica swallowed.  She wasn't sure if Vanessa would even believe her. 
She told her, plainly, about the photos she saw on George's computer. 
Monica braced herself for Vanessa's reaction.

   "So what?  My father likes my pictures.  He's supportive of what I do."

   "Vanessa, he was MASTURBATING to them.  Right when I walked in!"

   Vanessa huffed.  "Don't be ridiculous!  I'm his daughter!  He'd never
think of me that way!"

   "He had photos of you undressing in a changing room."

   Vanessa's face went still.  "He deleted those photos."

   "I saw them with my own eyes.  You had blonde highlights in your hair,
red nail polish, bending over, pulling blue lace panties down your thighs.
You had nothing else on."

   Vanessa paused.  "Oh my God.  He kept them."

   Monica looked her in the eye.

   "Look, your father acts all protective of your innocence, but he's got a
bigger boner for you than every guy in this office.  I think if you
confronted him about that, he might finally loosen up and stop trying to
control your sexuality!"

   Vanessa went silent for a moment.

   "I have to get out of this swimsuit."

   She turned and continued down the hallway, and disappeared into the
meeting room to change.  Monica sighed and trudged away.

   *****



   "What do you see?"

   "Everything," Craig said.  "Your security system is online!"

   Craig turned the monitor towards Will so he could see it.

   "Perfect!  How long did you say the tapes last?" Will asked, examining
the screen.  It was split into several small boxes showing black and white
images of different sections of the office complex.

   "Goes back one week.  After that your footage records over itself."

   "Well, I'm very impressed with how fast you installed these.  And the
quality of the image too!"

   Will grabbed the remote and rewound the footage that had been recorded
so far.  As he did, Craig's cell phone rang.

   "Excuse me just a moment," he said.  Julie's name appeared on the
screen. Craig answered.

   "Hey hon!c" he greeted.  There was a pause.

   "Hi, Craig?  Will you come pick me up now?  My interview's over."

   There was a click.

   "Julie?" he asked.  She'd hung up rather abruptly.  He looked at Will.
"That was my step-daughter.  I need to pick her up from a job interview."

   "I understand.  You can pick up your payment from Genevieve.  Thank you
again for your great work here!"

   Will extended his hand.  Craig shook it.

   "You're welcome.  Uh, who's Genevieve?"

   "My secretary.  She just got here a few minutes ago.  She's at the front
desk."

   Craig nodded and bid farewell.  He wondered why Julie has such a short
tone on the phone, and guessed she hadn't gotten the job.  He tried to
think of some encouraging words to say to her once he picked her up.

   Craig made his way to the front desk of the office suite only to find a
nude women seated there.  Craig looked at her, shocked.

   "Hi, can I help you?" the woman asked.  She was in her early thirties,
with short brown hair held in place with a hair clip.  Her round perky tits
bounced as she spoke.

   "Um, I'm looking for Genevieve?" he asked.

   "That's me!  Are you the security specialist?  I've got a check here for
you."

   Craig confirmed that he was.  He watched as Genevieve rose from her
chair and bent over to retrieve an envelope from the bottom drawer of a
filing cabinet.  He could see her labia peeking out between her thick
thighs and large buttocks.  He stared at her large cheeks and his penis
began to swell.

   She stood up and handed the envelope to him with a smile.

   "Here you go!" she said.

   "Thank you, um...  did I miss something here?"

   Genevieve looked him in the eye, confused, then looked down at her naked
body.  A wave of recognition struck her.

   "Oh, you're wondering about my nudity!  Today is Nude Secretaries Day!"

   Craig looked at her dumbfounded.  "Sorry, nude-"

   "Nude Secretaries Day!" she repeated.  "It's just a fun little holiday
we have once a year.  Only a few companies in the area do this but I hear
it's catching on."

   Craig looked at her, amazed.  He tried to covertly adjust his pants to
accommodate his newly-formed erection, but he could see her brown eyes
drift towards his crotch.  She cracked a smile.

   "Wow.  I've never heard of that.  My step-daughter just applied for a
job as a secretary," he said nervously, trying to deflect her attention
from his pants.

   "Really?  Where?"

   "J.T.  Levinson," he said.  "Just down the road from here.  You know if
they have...  um, Nude Secretaries Day?"

   "J.T.  Levinson!  Yes!  I used to work there!  Yes, they absolutely do!"

   "Oh." Now Craig started to wonder if that might be the reason Julie had
sounded upset on the phone.  She was such a sweet girl.  She was probably
shocked and appalled at being asked to work in the nude.

   "Well, uh, I'd better go get her.  She's probably bawling her eyes out
right now."

   "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.  Well, have a nice day, Mr.  Holland!"

   Craig took one final peek at Genevieve's naked body before he left the
suite.  It was a ten minute drive to the offices of J.T.  Levinson, and
Craig could only wonder what he might see when he arrived there.  He liked
the idea of his step-daughter working as a nude secretary, but he didn't
dare tell Julie- or her mother that.

   He parked his car and made his way inside the building.  A security
guard directed him up to the fifth floor.  The foyer was empty when he
stepped off the elevator, but he caught a quick glimpse of a nude woman
walking down the hallway.  She disappeared into an office before he could
get her attention.

   Craig continued down the hallway; peeking into rooms as he went, hoping
to find someone who could tell him where Julie was.  He passed one of the
meeting rooms and stopped.  He spotted movement inside through the thin
glass window on the door, so he opened it and peeked inside.

   He was treated to a view of a beautiful Latina woman removing her bikini
top.

   "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry!" Craig exclaimed.

   Vanessa turned to face him, keeping one arm across her breasts to
conceal her nipples.

   "I was just looking for my daughter.  Julie Downey.  I'm here to drive
her home," Craig said, trying not to stare at Vanessa's scantily clad body.
He was struck by her immense beauty, and his erection quickly returned.

   "I'm sorry, I'm new here, I don't know who she is," Vanessa said.

   Craig nodded.

   "No problem.  Sorry again for disturbing you." He turned to leave.

   "Wait!" Vanessa said.

   Craig stopped.

   "Can I ask you a question?"

   "Uh, sure."

   "How do you feel about your daughter working here?"

   Craig shrugged.

   "Happy.  She seemed really excited about this place.  I hope she got
hired."

   "Does it bother you that one day a year she has to work naked?" Vanessa
asked.

   Craig paused.  He wanted to choose his words carefully.

   "Um, not too much.  As long as she's okay with it."

   Vanessa chuckled.

   "Maybe it's just my dad who's stuck up that way." She retied her bikini
top around her bust.  Craig's face betrayed a hint of disappointment.  He'd
almost gotten to see her nipples.

   "No, it's not just yours," Craig added.  He remembered plenty of fathers
of girls he'd dated as a young man who were much the same way.  His first
wife's father had kept him from seeing his daughter's breasts until much
longer into their relationship than he would have liked.

   "Tell me something, though," Vanessa said.  "Be honest.  Have you ever
felt- sexual attraction towards your daughter?  Even a little?"

   Craig's face went blank.  "I -uh."

   Vanessa held up her hand.

   "Stop," she said, with a hint of a giggle.  "You don't need to answer
that question.  Your hesitation told me all I need to know."

   Craig blushed.  "Look, um, I just want to know if you have any idea
where she might be.  She was here for an interview."

   She thought for a moment.  She wasn't certain, but Vanessa had a hunch
that the innocent step-daughter of this nice man might have been the sexy
brunette that Mr.  Renault had wanted to photograph after her.

   "I think so.  Let me show you the way." Vanessa led Craig down the hall
to the conference room where Sven had set up his studio.

   The room had mostly cleared out; now only Sven and his model remained.
She lay on the table, posed on her back with her hands cupped to her
breasts and her head titled upwards.  Her eyes were tightly closed so she
did not see the two visitors who had just entered the temporary studio.

   "Julie?" Craig said in surprise, looking at the beautiful nude girl in
front of him.

   Julie's eyes opened wide, and she jerked out of her pose like a cat
whose tail had been stepped upon.  She immediately covered her breasts and
private area with her hands.

   "Craig!  Oh my God!  I'm sorry, I didn't-"

   "It's okay, Julie," Craig said.  "I'm glad you're liking it here.  I
hope you got the job."

   Julie paused.

   "You won't tell Mom about this?"

   Craig shook his head.  "Not if you don't want me to."

   Julie smiled, and relaxed her body.  "Thanks.  Okay if I finish up?"

   Craig was all too happy to allow that.

   "No problem at all.  Mind if I watch?"

   "If you want," Julie said, flattered.

   "Your daughter's a natural," Sven said.  "I'd love to work with her
again."

   Craig took a seat and watched the esteemed photographer work.  He turned
to the doorway, but saw Vanessa had gone.  All that remained was her white
bikini, lying on the floor.

   *****



   "Come in," George called.

   He'd been waiting anxiously for Monica's return for nearly ten minutes.
His cock was still throbbing; in fact he felt Monica was downright cruel
for asking to excuse herself right when she'd got him excited and ready to
release his load inside her.

   The door to the Executive Suite opened, and George sat back and waited
for the nude beauty to descend upon him.  He could only see her silhouette,
but his cock still twitched at the sight of what was clearly a very
well-endowed woman's naked body stepping into the door frame.  She shut the
door behind her.

   "Whew!  I thought my cock was going to explode!  Get your sexy ass over
here!" George gave his penis a few pumps to get it up and ready for his
companion.

   The nude figure stepped towards him into the light.  It was then that
George's excitement turned to panic when he realized the naked female
standing before him was not Monica Kelly.

   "Hi, Daddy," Vanessa said.  She stood motionless, to let her father's
gaze travel from her face to her feet.  She made sure to let him completely
take in the sight of her entire body before she spoke another word.

   The twin mountains on her chest were as magnificent as he'd imagined. 
Her dark brown nipples reminded him of his wife's when she was younger, yet
his daughter's seemed even more succulent.  Her smooth, flat, belly was
telling of a young woman who had never bore a child, but her curvy hips
suggested she was ripe for the task.

   Unlike his wife, her pussy was freshly waxed, and the visible labia
looked oh-so-inviting to any erect penis that might desire to ease between
them.

   "Va- Vanessa?" he stammered.  "Did you walk all the way to this
suite...dressed like that?"

   She nodded.

   "Yes, Daddy.  And a lot of people saw me.  And you know what?  I liked
it.  I want to work here.  I want to work naked every year on Nude
Secretaries Day."

   "Vanessa!  Your mother and I didn't raise you to be like this!"

   "Actually, you did," she said.  "You and mom raised me to be
self-assured, confident girl, not afraid to go after what she wants."

   George clenched his fist.  "I didn't raise you to be a harlot!"

   "I'm not a harlot.  I'm a secretary.  And so are all the other naked
women in this office today.  They're secretaries.  And have you looked at
their asses?"

   George stopped cold, unsure of how he should answer his daughter's
question.

   "I've seen them," he muttered.

   "Well take a good look at them," Vanessa said.  "Because these girls
have the hardest working behinds I've ever seen.  They work their butts
off! They double down, strip naked when they have to, whatever it takes to
get the job done.  That's the kind of secretary I want to be."

   "Vanessa, I'm not sure I see your point here."

   "I want to work here, Daddy.  And I know the real reason you didn't want
to sell your company to them."

   "I didn't want them exploiting you!"

   "No, that's not it.  I know what it is.  You're attracted to me. 
Whether you admit it or not, I turn you on.  I can tell, your erection has
only gotten bigger since I walked in here."

   George adjusted his pants to conceal his penis.

   "Admit it, Daddy.  You have sexual thoughts about me.  I've seen the way
you look at me when I wear skimpy clothes.  Just be honest with me." She
tugged on his pants so that his penis came back into view.  "Admit it."

   "You're- you're my daughter, Vanessa!  I am NOT sexually attracted to
you!"

   "Say it to my breasts, daddy." She leaned forward so that her round,
sumptuous breasts hung inches from his face.

   George averted his gaze, and looked up into her eyes.

   "I am not sexually attracted to you," he repeated.

   She pointed her index fingers to her breasts.

   "Say it to my breasts," she repeated.

   George pulled his eyes away from his daughter's, and let them wander
down to settle upon the large, full mammaries hanging teasingly before him.

   They were round.  They were soft.  They were positively begging to be
squeezed, licked, and basted with semen.

   "Vanessa, I am not-" he stopped mid-sentence when he noticed her brown,
pert, and incredibly suckable nipples had gone stiff.  Sweat emanated from
his brow.  "All right, all right!  I'm not proud of it!"

   "But you shouldn't feel ashamed of it either.  You're a man, and you
have needs that I can fulfill."

   "No!  You're my daughter!"

   "But you want me all the same.  So I'll make you an offer.  Just once,
I'll fulfill any desire you want.  Anything, and I'll keep it a secret. 
All I want from you, is your signature on that contract."

   George shook.  "Vanessa, if I sign that-"

   "Then I can work here, a place where I've never felt so liberated.  You
can retire.  Daddy, you know you want this."

   Vanessa stepped closer to her father, and he felt his body tremble in
her presence.

   "Tell me Daddy, is this what you want?" she leaned over, and touched her
massive breasts to his eyebrows.  She held his shoulders with her hands and
let her stiff nipples drag across his face until they arrived at his lips.
"Is it?"

   George took a deep breath.

   "Yes," he said.

   Vanessa smiled and climbed onto his lap.  She wrapped her soft thighs
around his waist and rested her forearms on his shoulders.

   "Then I'm yours."

   Hesitantly, George reached out and rested his palms on Vanessa's body.
He first touched her hips, before letting them glide upwards upon her
breasts.  He squeezed them softly, enjoying their pleasant texture, before
running his thumbs around her nipples.

   Gently, Vanessa wiggled her hips, and softly pressed her pelvis against
his.  Slowly but surely, his erect penis eased inside her waiting cunt.

   "Oh God!" he said, almost surprised that it would feel so pleasurable.

   Vanessa giggled, and gradually picked up the speed to which she rubbed
against him.  He let his hands drift down her sides and settle upon her
hips.  With each thrust, his hands would slowly drift down around the curve
of her hips, so that his palms were now cupped against her ass cheeks.  The
feel of her firm buttocks in his hands made his cock throb harder, so he
grabbed them with greater strength and pulled her body towards his.

   "Oooh, I love it, Daddy!" she moaned.

   George moaned as well.  He thrusted harder, and pumped his cock in and
out of her pussy that seemed to grow wetter by the moment.

   "Oooh!  Harder!"

   George gave it to her harder.  He pulled her hips up and down, making
her bounce upon his cock and making her breasts jiggle about as she did.

   "Let me taste those titties, baby!" he called out.

   She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts against his face again.

   "Ooh, Daddy, you know if you sign that contract, all our secretaries
will have to get naked?"

   "Ooh, yes baby, I know!" He grabbed Vanessa's body tightly while he
continued to pump in and out of her wet cunt.

   "Sign the contract, Daddy!  Do it now!  Ooh, I can't wait!"

   George reached for the pen on the table, and struggled to hold it steady
while his daughter bounced on his lap.

   "You really think I should?" he asked, panting.

   "Do it, Daddy, Do it!  Think about them.  Amy will have to get naked. 
And Lauren-"

   George moaned deeper as he visualized the lovely secretaries of
Martinez, Inc.  in their birthday suits.  He imagined their breasts.  He
imagined their pussies.  He imagined their asses.

   "And Trisha.  And Katie.  And Sarah.  Sarah, with those big boobs?"
Vanessa moaned.

   George nodded in recognition.  He knew Sarah, and he knew about her big
rack.  He pressed the tip of his pen upon the contract.

   "All of them.  Totally naked," Vanessa moaned.

   George's hand shook.  He could see it in his mind at that moment, all of
those women, naked.  And it could happen.  All he needed to do was sign.

   "And Stephanie.  And Alexa.  And Barbara-"

   George let out a deep breath and scribbled his signature upon the paper
before immediately dropping the pen.  He grabbed his daughter by the small
of her back, and held her tightly as his cock exploded inside her.

   *****



   They were met with a round of applause when they exited.  Both of them
blushed, especially George.  Vanessa looked happier than she'd been in
years.  She turned to her left and right to make sure every man in the
office who'd gathered around the Executive Suite entrance got a good look
at her naked body.

   She handed the signed contract to Irvin and an applause broke out again.
He kissed Vanessa on the cheek and held out his hand for George to shake.

   "Thank you very much, Mr.  Martinez!"

   "I've never been so impressed with any CEO I've met, Irvin.  I'm glad to
have you in charge, now." George then shook Albert's hand before extending
the gesture to the other gentlemen of J.T.  Levinson.

   "Oh, Vanessa?" Sven said.  He held up his camera.

   Vanessa posed with her hand on her hip and Sven snapped her photo.

   "I hope you'll consider doing a nude photo shoot with me sometime?" he
suggested hopefully.

   "I'd love that," Vanessa said.

   When George and his colleagues left fr the evening, the secretaries of
J.T.  Levinson got to cleaning up after the day's events.  While Shari
wiped down the conference room table, Monica wrapped the leftovers in saran
wrap.

   "You did a bang-up job today, ladies," Albert said as he entered the
room.  "I could not be happier with the two of you!"

   "Thanks, Albert," Shari said.

   "Enjoy your bonuses.  You should have them by the end of the month."

   Monica and Shari let out cheers and gave each other double high-fives.

   "Well, hope to see both of you in the buff next year."

   "You will.  And the year after that.  Right, Monica?" Shari asked.

   Monica laughed.  "We'll see!"

   "We'll see you naked, more like it!" Albert joked.  He walked out of the
room.

   Shari turned to Monica.  "Another Nude Secretaries Day come and gone,"
she said.  "I guess we'll have to actually get dressed tomorrow."

   Monica laughed.  "Glad I didn't get today's and tomorrow's outfits mixed
up!"

   They both burst out laughing.

   Matt entered, and their laughter faded.  Shari backed away so he and
Monica could talk.

   "Hey," he greeted.

   "Hey," Monica replied.

   "So...  my plans with Vanessa fell through." He tapped his belt, waiting
for a reaction from Monica but getting none.

   "Sorry to hear that," Monica said flatly.

   "Well, it was just business."

   Monica shrugged.  "I know."

   Matt let out a sigh.  "So, if you're still interested, it'd be really
great to, um, see you after work.  You know, if you still want.  Like, we
could get a drink or something.  What do you say?"

   Monica was quiet for a moment.

   "She would LOVE to!" Shari interjected.

   "Is that right?" Matt asked.

   Monica looked at him.  A smile broke across her face.  "Yeah, that's
right."

   She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.  He hugged her
back.  As he did, Shari, who stood behind Monica, mouthed the words grab
her ass!



   Matt let his hand drift down her back, and he gave Monica's left cheek a
firm squeeze.  Shari shot him a thumbs up.

   When five o'clock arrived, Monica had her coat back on, and Matt waited
for her by the elevator to walk her to her car.  As she prepared to step
aboard, Albert passed by.

   "See you tomorrow, Miss Tightbuns!" he said.

   "See you tomorrow, Albert," Monica said.

   Albert stopped.

   "Hey, open the coat.  I've just got to see you one more time.  It's
gonna be a long wait til next year!"

   "And the wait will be worth it.  Good night, Albert!" She giggled as she
and Matt stepped aboard the elevator.

   "Aww, you're killing me!" Albert whined.

   Matt chuckled and pushed the "L" button on the elevator panel.

   "You know, we've got maybe twenty seconds till we reach the ground
floor," she whispered to Matt.

   "You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

   She gave him a seductive smile.

   Albert got a glimpse, just a glimpse, of Monica opening her coat and
dropping it to the floor just a second before the elevator doors closed.