A change in desk

After being paraded through the office, Sarah was practically jittering with ignominy. Her nudity was the talk of the company, and it seemed that everyone was trying to catch a glimpse of her. Despite this, she looked forward to finally being inside the confines of her office, perhaps there she could focus on her actual job.

Rounding a corner to where Mr. Tillman's office was, Sarah was confused to see what appeared to be her office furniture outside his front door. There was her desk, her filing cabinets, her typewriter, her lamps, pretty much everything that would normally be found inside her office seemed to have been moved out into the open.

"Why's all my stuff out here?" Sarah asked.

"Did I not tell you?" her boss raised an eyebrow, "We've moved your office for the day."

"What?!" the blonde gaped, "I can't do my work out here with everyone watching me!"

Her boss' expression went glum, "Sarah, I overlooked it the first time, but I will not a second. This shyness will stop now," he snapped, "Remember, you agreed to this, thus the improvement of morale in this office falls solely on your shoulders."

"B-but does that mean I can't-"

"You will not cover yourself, you will not hide from your co-workers, you will bring joy to your co-workers, you will do as they request without question, and you will finish all your work by the end of your shift. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes, of course" Sarah nodded sheepishly.

"Good," he grinned, "Because if I hear even a rumor that you're lowering morale, you won't like the consequences."

The secretary's back straightened as she felt her boss' hand caress her shapely rear before placing her suitcase onto her desk. Marching into his office, he left his secretary stunned.

The second her boss was out of sight Sarah rushed behind her desk. Sitting in her swivel chair, the cold vinyl against her rear end only reinforced her discomfort. While the desk covered her lower half, her breasts were still very much in view to all those who walked by. She watched meekly as her co-workers passed by her desk and snuck glances at her chest powerless to stop their ogling without invoking the ire of her superior.

The morale of her co-workers took precedence even above her comfort and she didn't want to consider what would happen if someone made a complaint.

Needing to take her mind off the current situation, she began picking up documents and reading them over. She was a secretary after all, and with or without clothes she was expected to finish her work.