A private meeting with Eve Patterson

By the time Ryan and Isabel returned to their floor, Isabel was clinging to the sundress like it was the only tether to her sanity. Every shift of the fabric reminded her of the fact that she had nothing beneath it, her skin brushing against the thin cotton as if mocking her.

Ryan was the first to notice the email notification on his screen. His brow furrowed. “The Zoom meeting’s been… cancelled?” he said slowly.

Isabel’s heart skipped a beat. “Cancelled? Then what…”

He hesitated, reading further. “It says we’ve been requested for a private meeting. With Eve Patterson.”

The blood drained from Isabel’s face. Her fingers gripped the edge of her cubicle for support. “No,” she whispered. “Not her. Not again.”

But there was ****. Within minutes, the two of them were making the tense walk toward the Marketing Floor. Isabel kept her head down, but she could feel eyes on her as they passed clusters of employees. The fabric of the sundress fluttered slightly with her steps, and she caught glances—curious, knowing glances—people clearly aware she was exposed underneath. Each step felt heavier, each moment a reminder of just how much of her dignity she had already surrendered today.

When they reached Eve’s office, Ryan held the door for her. Isabel stepped inside reluctantly, her breath shallow. Eve closed the door behind them and, with an unsettling calm, moved to the windows. She methodically turned the blinds shut, the snapping sound of each slat falling into place making Isabel’s stomach twist tighter and tighter.

At last, Eve turned back to them, her blue pants suit immaculate, her eyes sharp and assessing. “Well,” she said smoothly, “I must admit, Isabel, I’ve been impressed.”

Isabel blinked, uncertain she had heard correctly. “Impressed?” she echoed, her voice thin.

Eve smiled faintly, though there was no warmth in it. “You’ve endured humiliation most people in this building couldn’t imagine. And you haven’t crumbled. That takes a certain… resilience.” She let the words hang in the air before continuing. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll put in a letter of recommendation for you. But only if you can pass one last test.”

Isabel’s heart pounded. She already knew she wouldn’t like what came next.

Eve stepped closer, her eyes flicking deliberately to the sundress draped over Isabel’s form. “I know what you’re wearing underneath,” she said coolly. “Which is nothing. So here’s your test, Isabel. If you want my letter, if you want to prove you’re strong enough to rise above humiliation, you will take off that dress. Right here. Right now.”

Ryan inhaled sharply, glancing at Isabel with wide eyes, but said nothing. The office was silent, the blinds shut, the walls closing in.

Isabel’s fingers clutched the hem of the sundress, her breath catching in her throat. Every nerve in her body screamed at her not to do it. And yet, the weight of Eve’s stare made her feel as if she already stood naked.

Isabel had already been exposed completely in front of Eve and Ryan earlier, so the stripping and revealing of her nude body once again wasn't something she was worried about. If it meant she would get the job, then she was willing to do it. Isabel reached down and peeled the sundress off her body. Once again, her hairy pussy and curved ass was exposed to her rival Ryan and a higher up in the company, Eve. She continued to pull it off, letting her D-cup breast fall into place. Her nipples never softened.

Isabel bunched the dress up into a ball as she stood completely naked once again. Exposed once again. Humiliated once again.

"Give Ryan the dress," Eve instructed. Isabel did as she was told, she handed the balled up sundress to Ryan who still couldn't help but take in every inch of Isabel's exposed skin.

"There you win." Isabel said defeated. She didn't even both trying to cover her breasts or her pussy. It was too late the damage was done.

"I'm not through yet dear." Eve stated with a smile. "You see, we have the perfect managerial outfit for you. And you can have it if you want."

Eve reached into her desk and pulled out a folded up woman's dress shirt and matching pants. They were even Isabel's size.

"Here is the deal," Eve negotiated. "There is one last thing you must do for me. If you do it, you can have the role of manager, and you can have this outfit I have picked out for you."

"What do I have to do?" Isabel questioned. Eve leaned back in her chair.

"I need you to touch yourself." Eve instructed. "You have three minutes. In that time you will cum."

Eve pulled out a countdown clock and placed it on the table.

"At the end of these three minutes, those blinds will open and my entire staff will be able to see inside this room." Eve explained. "If you do not cum before three minutes is up, you will receive nothing. And security will have you escorted out of the building. As is."

Eve was threatening her. As is. That meant that if she didn't cum, she would be paraded naked through the entire building before being thrown out on the street completely naked, her career ruined.

"Start now." Eve pressed a button on the clock and the countdown began.

Isabel didn't have any options. She immediately began rubbing her clit with her hand. A gasp and a moan escaped her lips. Eve watched over her with critical eyes. Ryan watched in disbelief. Isabel tried not to pay attention to their faces, only on the action. She continued to rub her clit, faster and faster. The reality of her nude body being on display to two people she normally considered enemies, it made her so fucking wet. She began stimulating her breasts with her left hand as she slipped her middle ringer into her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck," Isabel continued to moan. She continued to stimulate her clit with her thumb while rapidly fingering herself. The idea of the blinds opening and twenty five marketing bros looking in to see her naked and fingering herself just turned her on more.

Two Minutes Left.

"Are you close?" Eve asked.

Isabel needed more stimulation. She collapsed to her knees, continuing to finger herself now on all fours. Her ass was open and displayed towards Ryan, as if she was begging him to take her. Ryan watches as her fingers pulsated in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck me!" Isabel moaned out as she pushed herself off the floor. Ryan had now seen every angle, every exposed private fold that Isabel had. Ryan was actively watching Isabel fuck herself in that very moment. Eve's lips pursed together, enjoying the spectacle she had organized.

Isabel looked over at Ryan. They briefly made eye contact, Ryan sitting in his three piece suit watching Isabel, completely naked, masterbate in front of him. Her gaze shifted down to his lap, where she saw that he was rock hard.

One Minute Left.

Isabel began to panic that she wouldn't be able to cum in time. Then all of this would have been for nothing. The curtains would open and her nude display would be the talking point for the entire building.

"The rules are just that you have to cum Isabel." Eve clarified. "I didn't say you couldn't have any help."

Isabel, with a bead of sweet rolling down her forehead, looked up at Ryan while continuing to pleasure herself. They both knew that Isabel wouldn't be able to finish this herself. Ryan leapt to his feet. He quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind. One hand grabbed onto her exposed tit, the other plunged into her pussy. Using three of his fingers, he fucked her with his hand as rough as he could.

"Yes!" Isabel shouted out, "Fuck me harder Ryan!"

Thirty seconds.

"There is only one way!" Isabel exclaimed. Isabel sat on top of Eve's table before fumbling with Ryan's belt. "Make me fucking cum!"

Ryan undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He lowered them just enough to pull out his throbbing erect cock. In one swift motion, Ryan inserted himself into Isabel. Her pussy gripped him tight, but Ryan thrust himself against her.

"Yes!"

Ten seconds.

"Yes!"

Five seconds.

"YES!"

Isabel came like geyser. Her pussy pulsated as a sense of euphoria washed over her blanket being thrown over her nude body.

Times up!

The blinds did not open. Ryan withdrew himself from Isabel, who fell to the floor. Her limps extended outward, her juices leaking out of her. Her breath trembled. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. Losing all of her clothes, running around her office half naked, masterbating in front of her work rival before having him fuck her on their superior's desk.

Eve stood up from her desk and walked over to the nude wreck, lying wet and sticky on the carpet floor. Eve squated down and gently ran her fingers down Isabel's naked spine.

"Congratulations darling." Eve spoke softly. "You've won."