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TuesdayGiselle’s naked body burned with lust as she drove back to her condo. Finally getting home sometime after midnight, her pussy still tingled and she was extremely horny from her sexy interlude with Tom. She was barely parked in the lot with the car shut off when she had to finish what he had started. With her car stereo blaring, she dropped her hand into her cleft and started stroking around her swollen clit. Her back arched against the seat, as she gasped, “Oh, yes. Oh.” Her thoughts wandered: who was Tom? IT guy, obviously. Was he in the building? There was an IT company on the sixth floor. She had to know, because not only could he get into her office, but apparently, he had the key to her kinky passions as well. Whatever he’d done she wanted more of it. He was making her squirm right now, just thinking how his words had affected her. Was he turned on by her as well? He’d been watching her; did he know how much it enflamed her libido?  She concentrated on her hungry hot box, wishing now she still had the vibrator up inside her pussy. Her fingers traced a very careful path, delicately flicking and circling, slickly sliding along the upper crease of her clit slit. Her chest began to heave up, pulling her into the coming wave; hot energy flowed up from her groin; she needed a release.It came. She shook herself bolt upright, her hips thrust up, and her orgasm came. Like a volcano, it burst into her head, and she cried into the dark night, “Oh, god. Oh, God. Oh, oh, ahh. Oh, oh. Ooh.  Mm. Who are you, Tom? Oh, who the fuck are you?”She took a few moments to recover, then she put on her jacket and grabbed her things. Half-naked, she dashed to the service entrance, then she was in the back hall of the condo building waiting for the elevator. After a slow ride to the fourth floor, she was soon at the door to her condo and inside.Sitting on the sectional couch in her small living room, she pulled up her work e-mail on her home laptop; the computer was warm on her still wet coochie. There was the e-mail they had already reviewed and then another above it. She clicked on the new one. There were quite a few sections: first a paragraph about the other e-mail which she skimmed, then more than two pages of Do’s and Don’ts, then a section on expectations and requirements. Expectations:Give people time to notice/react to your nude display. Be slow to realize your exposure and slow covering yourself up. If there is no need to cover up, then don’t. If you are asked to cover up, do so slowly and deliberately.Use any opportunity anywhere to give an upskirt or downblouse view. As instructed wear blouses, tops or jackets open. Bras which are demi-cup or see-through may be worn occasionally, but typically you should not wear one. If you need to bend over, you should stand with your legs far enough apart so anyone behind gets a good view of your thigh gap and pussy. If you crouch down, open your legs just enough to allow for upskirt exposure. Requirements:Blouses/tops should be sheer or semi-sheer and may be micro-mesh or fishnet. Midriff cut tops should uncover bottom half of breast to nipple. Suit vests will https://escortium.org be worn without blouses and should be left half-buttoned if possible. Bras which are see-through, micro-mesh, open lace, demi-cup or cup-less may be worn on occasion. Thong panties only. Be prepared to surrender your panty at any opportunity to anyone who requests. See-through or crotchless panties may be allowed occasionally.As she came to the part about skirts and dresses, she remembered that she had some sewing work to do and got out her kit and scissors. She had learned to raise a hem on a dress from a girlfriend in high school. She continued to read as she cut to the required length. It was a lot of fabric; she had to admit they looked pretty short to a thirty-ish woman, but the college-aged Giselle wouldn’t have thought twice about it.   When she got to the contract in the fourth section of the e-mail, it was still pretty vague. Though there was a guarantee of a substantial salary increase, no dollar figures were given. She would perform services several times a week for the members of the select committee. The next week of orientation would be tasks designed to instruct her on the members’ different requirements. Her mind stuck on the words services and members. If tonight was any indication of what Tom’s select committee wanted, there’d definitely be some servicing of members.     Giselle finally finished the hem on the last of the three skirts. She put the sewing away and stumbled to bed.   The next day, her alarm clock went off just in time for her to get ready and get to work. She took a long hot shower and paid special attention to her still tingling pussy, making sure to shave it completely bare.Tom was going to be pleased with her suit, she thought after she picked up one of last night’s projects. She reached into the closet for the matching jacket and vest. Then she pulled a silky sheer tank top over her braless boobs. Remembering the thong panty, she slipped one on, then the skirt and the vest. When she put the jacket on, its length just covered the short skirt; Perfect, she thought. After a cup of coffee, she grabbed her purse, keys and valise and then she was off to work.Her instructions that morning had been to take the stairs from the garage down to the street level and cross over to her building at the intersection. Several pairs of eyes locked on her as she walked in the main entrance and proceeded up the wide ornate staircase to the second floor. Halfway up, thinking she might have forgotten something, she stopped and bent over to check her shoe, immediately hearing the applause and approval loudly voiced by the people gathered in the building lobby below.   She took the elevator one flight to her floor and entered the outer office; her entire staff stood to watch in wonderment as she passed through the room. A huge smile broke across her face, she nodded a greeting to her secretary Denise and walked into her private office, leaving the door open for anyone to look in on her. The intercom immediately buzzed, and she keyed it on.“Giselle, wow. That was a fantastic dance on the bridge last night. You should see the security video. It’s a shame I have to give you demerits this morning,” Tom’s voice chided her.“Thanks, Tom. What do you mean, demerits? What did I miss?” Tom’s chilly disapproval along with the air conditioning made her nipples harden. At first, he applauded her, cheered her nude performance; but now apparently, Giselle had screwed up.  “The e-mail this morning instructed you to wear just the vest opened to the bottom two buttons, under your jacket; you’re wearing a blouse.”“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have skimmed over that. But my tank top is sheer; you’re not pleased?” Giselle asked, a bit concerned.“Do I sound pleased?” Tom’s voice said.“No, you want me to take it off right now?” “First check out the e-mail I found; your secretary sent it to one of her girlfriends a few moments ago. After you read it, you might want to call her in before you take off your blouse.”****************Giselle pulled up the e-mail by Denise; it was short and concise. Boss lady looking hot af this AM. I’m loving it. 😊 She walked to her office door and called out to her. “Denise, would you come in here please?”“Sure boss,” the secretary replied.“Denise, have I not said I want you to call me Giselle?”“Uh, you’ve never said that, really.”“Oh, well call me Giselle please.”“As you wish,” Denise responded.“Take my jacket please and hang it on your coat tree. Then come back in here, I want to show you something.”The younger woman did so, then returned to her boss’ office. “What’s going on, boss, I mean Giselle?”“Would you please look at this e-mail I saw this morning?” Giselle said and indicated for the secretary to sit in her chair. As she sat down, Giselle placed her hands lightly on the blonde hottie’s shoulders.  Denise quickly read the short message, her face at first blanching, then she started to blush crimson. “Oh, boss. I’m sorry I. I mean I.  Oh.”“Is that what you think of me? I’m hot as fuck?” She started to lightly massage her secretary’s shoulders. Then she bent over to whisper in her ear. “Are you really loving it?”“Honestly? You are scorchingly hot. I hope I’m not being too disrespectful.” Denise asked her, “Did you get your suit tailored? It shows off so much of your gorgeous legs, your cute butt is hanging out. The whole damn office is talking about it. “ “I’m glad you like it. I want everyone to like it.” “I love it, Giselle. You excite me, boss, I’m all about you.”At that moment Giselle reached her hand behind her neck and slipped her vest off.    Denise drew in a sharp breath at the sight of Giselle’s breasts in the sheer nylon top. “Oh, what did you do that for? Boss, I need to go,” Denise said and turned to leave the office.“Stay there. Denise, look at me, please.”The secretary turned back and regarded Giselle; she felt she should say something about her boss’ exposure, “They’re lovely. What is this about, Giselle?”“I need to take off this blouse; hold my vest for a moment, would you? Thanks.”Denise sat in the boss’ chair obediently and watched as Giselle removed the blouse. It was mesmerizing; she couldn’t speak. There was a stunningly beautiful temptress, right in front of her getting undressed.   The sight of those soft naked perfect breasts enchanted her. She felt warmth start to creep down into the vee between her legs. “This is all so very sensual. Would you mind terribly if I; no, I shouldn’t be in here. May I, uh leave.” “I would like you to stay a moment longer. Could I have my vest back?”  Denise realized she was clutching the garment to her chest; she reached out the hand holding the vest. Giselle took it and slipped it back on. It was backless with a strap at the neck and waist like a halter, and since most of the buttons were undone, the boss was essentially topless. The garment fluttered lightly in the draft from the air conditioning. Giselle’s nipples were hard, jutting out from under the silky top. The secretary’s heart beat so hard in her chest she could almost hear it; she gazed intently at her boss and idly bit at her lip, needing to feel a little nip of pain to steady her in this incredibly erotic situation.“Would you like to touch my breasts? Denise?”The secretary’s eyes widened. Her breath got a bit more ragged as she considered what she had just been asked. “Boss, I have got to leave now. We have the team meeting this afternoon. I’ll see you after that, OK?”“If you insist. I hope I haven’t done anything wrong,” Giselle smiled enigmatically at her. Denise shook her head in the negative; she looked forward to meeting with the boss later. “I’d like you to cancel the conference room for the meeting. Tell everyone to gather in the lounge alcove after lunch today, would you?” Giselle instructed her secretary.“I think they’re all looking forward to it. I know I am.” That said, the secretary went back to her desk. Giselle picked up the manuscript she’d been editing and went over to her comfy chair by the outside window. She sat with her legs pulled up, knees together, feet spread apart. Her thong had already pushed between her puffy labia, and she knew the very hot erotic display she was presenting to anyone spying on her through the window.*********“Thanks for giving me some of your time, sir.” Ted Havlicek was standing in the office of the Executive officer of Bookings and Reeder, the publishing company that Giselle worked for.  JR. James Mortensen sat behind a large desk puffing a cigar; he put it in an ashtray and regarded the man.“Good to see you, Havlicek. You’re working on the Executive Sweet project, is that right? How’s that going?”“Well, I, that is we’ve started. I have a great candidate already beginning her orientation. That’s why I needed to come to your office. I’m hooking up your cam today, so you can personally keep track of her progress.”The heavy man in the bad suit pushed his chair back from the desk, “You’ve got the girl on cam for us? That’s wonderful, Havlicek; there seems to be no end to what you’re able to provide in this building of yours. I couldn’t be happier with the situation here.”“Well, it’s expensive and you’re willing to pay. That makes it easier. May I get to your desktop computer? This should only take a minute.” Ted worked the mouse on the screen then quickly opened the cam application. “Here we are; there’s some footage from last night. I’ll show you how to get older archived video clips, and then there’s this.”

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