Expectations:

Do: wear short skirts and dresses, body-hugging clothes. Don't: wear jeans, slacks, tights, or any type of shorts or romper.

Do: wear sheer blouses, and dresses that are sheer or transparent. Don't: wear any kind of bra except sheer, cup less, or demi.

Do: wear high heels, strappy sandals, peep-toe pumps, and heeled boots.

The next Monday.

Change hung in the air as Ted Havlicek strolled into his office that morning. His wife's secretary passed by him in a very revealing outfit and he was again reminded of what he'd started with Giselle. The brunette glanced back and winked at him as she passed, her strut gained a little more sway to the hips as she ambled through the office to the printer station.

He walked over to his secretary's desk, “Charlene, I need the jacket on Debra's secretary asap. Then bring her to my office, I want to speak with both of you.” Ted walked into his office, sat down, and wrote a quick e-mail to Giselle: Wear what is in the packages you received today. You will host a meet and greet for members of the select committee and any of their guests in room Fifty-one A six at five thirty tonight. Everything you need to entertain them is in the room. Tom.

He pushed send and set a reminder to pull up the cams in the meeting room at five o'clock.

From the moment they walked in, Ted knew that the secretaries were obviously following the guidelines he’d sent Giselle. Charlene was dressed in a micro mini skirt and brocade vest only, her beautiful breasts unhidden behind the loose hanging garment. Belinda was short and sexy, with dyed black hair cut in a punk-style shag. Her braless c-cup boobs were half exposed under a short midriff tee; that was paired with a pleated plaid mini skirt and black heeled loafers with over-the-knee socks.

“Belinda, your boss is concerned that your wardrobe has dramatically changed,” he asked. "Does your outfit violate our dress code?"

“One of the managers at the publishing company on the third floor initiated some new dress code changes. I don’t think there’s an official memo, but there are definitely Do’s and Don’ts, and Expectations and Requirements,” Belinda explained.

Charlene added. "Quite a few women in the building have adopted it. We all like to show a little skin every so often.”

“How many women do you think adopted this change?" he asked.

"Three of the secretaries I lunch with, probably another eight or so I've seen in the lobby and elevators. Us, of course. I'd call that a pretty good approval rating so far," Belinda answered.

Apparently, Giselle had caused a ripple effect and the sexy female staff in the building loved his new slutty dress code. "Step closer to the desk and bend over it please,” he directed the two attractive staff members. The two women shared a look and a laugh then both of them bent over the desk and gave their attractive boss a nice view of thigh gap and pussy.

Ted got up and walked around behind them. Their skirts were not even covering half of their pert firm bottoms. He put a hand on each of their naked asses and squeezed them. Then he let his fingers find their way down to softly stroke their pussies from underneath. Charlene's body quivered; Belinda sighed and then pushed back against his hand.

“So, there’s a no panty rule as well?” he asked. Belinda looked back and him and grinned lustily. “That’s really hot, ladies.” The two secretaries were noticeably aroused; he dipped a finger inside their sweet pussies, then slowly withdrew it. Ted took a step back, then swatted them both on their naked bums. "You may stand up."

The two ladies straightened up, their faces flush from the brief sexual foreplay. “The Requirements say only thong panties are permitted,” Belinda explained.

“I’m wearing one, but I guess it’s not noticeable from your point of view,” Charlene admitted, a bit embarrassed. “If you want me to take it off.”

“No. Both of you will spread the word on this new dress code.” Ted put his hands up to sniff his fingers, then turned his gaze to them. “Belinda, I still need to speak with you. Charlene, go back to your desk and type a memo. Make it look official; say that the changes are encouraged but entirely voluntary for now.”

Ted held the door for Charlene, then closed it behind her. “Belinda, walk around behind my desk and sit on it.” The svelte secretary did as she was told, Ted followed and sat down in his office chair facing her. She tried to cross her legs, but Ted stopped her with a word. “No! Do not cross your legs. Tell me why you're not wearing panties.”

“It's more comfortable, much cooler and panties eventually get damp or sticky." Belinda looked alarmed, her body had responded to his demand almost like he had control. Her legs dangled over the edge of the desk, giving a slight peek of her naked cooch. "It's a deliciously fucking naughty feeling being naked under my skirt, honestly."

"All right, comfort and hygiene. Have you ever dressed that way to show off your ass or pussy?"

"Accidents happen, of course; I'm not overly modest about how I sit or cross my legs. It's fun to watch how you guys react."

"Except for this moment? Show me now," her boss ordered her. Again her body responded before she could think and her legs moved apart. Her pussy was glistening, she put her hand on her thigh to stroke it.

"Why don't you play with your pussy while we talk," Ted asked more gently.

Belinda squirmed a bit on the desk, she knew she was already wet. A sly smile drew across her face; his manner of speaking had mesmerized her somehow and she felt it was imperative that she do what he wanted. She licked her lips, put her foot on his knee, and let her fingers slide along her wet snatch.

Ted idly stroked the bare leg she offered him. "In the previous dress code, you were expected to wear panties, did you then?”

“If you read it correctly, the section says '...female staffers choice in underwear'. Not wearing panties is a choice. I never wear them at work.” Her display of personal authority projected by her naked nookie was just feet away from Ted.

“When did you decide to adopt the changes in the dress code? Did you expect there would be disciplinary issues involved?” Ted asked watching the attractive brunette play with her pussy.

"I changed my work wardrobe on Friday. What sort of disciplinary issues? Have I violated a rule already?" Belinda inserted a delicate finger into her slippery slit.

“There is a rule about wearing thong panties. Which as a boss, I’m supposed to enforce,” Ted explained. “Unfortunately you’ve earned two demerits.”

“Two demerits?” the sexy panty-less brunette asked a little bewildered. "Like in high school demerits? Huh, okay."

“One, you choose not to wear panties; two, you admit you have never worn them to work. That's willful insubordination. I could terminate you."

"I'll take the demerits, but what do I do to get rid of them? I assumed that's why we're talking.” He was driving her crazy with passion, and her body rocked with hot steamy lust. A look of pure pleasure formed on her face.

“I read your file before you came in. Where did you work before here?"

“I worked in strip clubs at different places for about five years. Last year, someone passed me a business card for this company and I got an interview. Your wife was in lingerie and heels when she called me in to talk. I figured this wasn't your regular IT group, but I thought I could fit in.” Belinda's hand was all over her snatch now. Another finger plunged inside her, forcing bolts of pleasure to leap up from her wet pussy.

“You seem to fit in well. I'm going to reassign you to Tom. You will continue to follow the new dress code. We'll get someone else as a secretary for my wife. I have a very special task to get rid of that demerit if you would like to do that.”

“Are you going to have me stripping nude in the elevator or just walking around the building topless?” her eyebrow went up on one side and she flashed a very salacious smile. I'm masturbating on my boss's desk!

“This afternoon, I need you to go to a meeting in room Fifty-one A six, it’s down the hall to the left past Michaels’ offices. Be prepared to leave your principles, morals, and modesty behind when you walk in the door and do whatever you are told by the woman you meet.”

“Whatever she says? And what modesty are you talking about?”

“If you are told to serve drinks, or strip naked, or give a lap dance, do it. If it goes farther than that, you know how to manipulate a man, make your best call."

"It sounds like I’m going to be having sex with someone. Who’s in the room?” Her boss's voice had struck a chord in her, his tone had unlocked a secret chamber in her head, a room of sexual fantasies she entered anxiously but eagerly.

“Michaels and Carter and probably two or three of their clients or associates. I want you to focus on an older guy, Mortenson. Can you Goth that outfit up a little?”

“Like torn fishnets and black makeup? I have that in my purse,” she confirmed. Belinda looked at him sitting there, his tie still neat, his hand idly slipping along her ultrasensitive thigh. Little quakes reverberated through her cooch; her juices trickled down her thigh. He swiped his fingers at it before it hit the blotter on his desktop.

"Why don't you make yourself come? I would like to watch that," Ted said, his eyes locked on hers; he licked her moisture from his fingers.

Again his words compelled her. "Oh, oh. Yes, I'm oh, what did you do to me? Oh, yes," her loins lurched, and she pumped her fingers in her wet, scorching hot box. "Oh, yes!" Her body shook wildly, her tits were out of her top, the nipples like bullets punching at the air. She squeezed one, the added stimulation triggered an explosive orgasm. "Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes. Oh, god you are a witch."

"Here," he said and handed her a box of wet wipes. "Freshen up a bit."

The secretary took the offered towelettes and quickly composed herself. She started to get off the desk, but Ted stopped her with a look, "You understand your task at the meeting?"

"Yes, is there anything out of bounds?"

"Please feel free to use your imagination and your unique talents. Two more things."

"Uh, okay?" the sexy brunette asked.

"I don't want you to finish yourself off if you know what I mean. Hold it until you get to the meeting," Ted said.

"Uh, well."

"No. Do not let yourself get aroused until later," Ted demanded.

"Okay, boss," Belinda agreed, worried about her sudden compliant state.

"You must wear a panty, at least to work, but so you can be comfortable here, you can come into my office and give it to me every day," her boss warned. "You can do it when you bring me my morning coffee."

"You're a sweetheart boss."

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Next: the meeting in Fifty One A Six. Belinda meets Giselle.