An Awkward Bank Visit

Kennedy strutted up to the door of the city bank. She had just closed a deal with one of her company’s largest competitors that would result in a significant increase in revenue for both companies, and she now just had to speak with the bank manager to ensure that the money transferral went through correctly.

It had been a long time since Kennedy had personally visited the bank. As a woman in an upper management position, she often sent her assistant to do simple tasks. This time was different, however, because this time, a lot of money was on the line. Kennedy had to make sure that everything went smoothly.

She breathed in heavily before giving off a loud sigh. She had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a fancy blue blazer with a button down shirt and a pair of matching blue dress pants. She had even worn her best high heels. She was ready for anything. At least, she thought she was.

As Kennedy walked into the bank, she immediately noticed something peculiar. Every woman in the bank was naked. Just as she was considering why this could be, a man in a suit approached her.

“Hello, ma’am,” said the man, with a kind but arrogant smile. “I assume you must be new here because you clearly don’t know the dress code.”

“Excuse me,” replied Kennedy, offended. “I have been a customer at this bank for over a decade now. I just do not usually visit here myself. I have an assistant to do that job.”

“Well,” said the man. “We previously changed the dress code for women. We expect every woman to be completely naked when she enters the bank. This is purely a safety measure to ensure dangerous objects are not brought inside. We have had to deal with several potential robberies in the past.”

“That does not seem fair,” Kennedy replied. “What about men?”

“While we expect men to be more mature and responsible when considering what they bring into the bank, we also employ two security guards to frisk any men we deem to be suspicious,” said the man. “We used to frisk women as well, but we realized that we could save everyone time and effort by just requiring women to come naked. Now, please exit the building and come back in the proper attire.”

Kennedy scowled at the man but did not argue. She just turned around and walked out of the building. Her first thought was to send her assistant down, but she knew that would not work. This deal was too important for her not to de with herself. There was only one option left.

Slowly, Kennedy removed her heels, then her pants, her blazer, and her shirt. Now, she was standing the parking lot in just her underwear. She did not even have socks on. With one more deep breath, she took off her remaining clothes. The outside air against her body made her feel even more naked somehow.

She did not have time to be self-conscious, however. She was going to be late for her meeting. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she marched back into the bank. The man grinned at her as she walked by. Kennedy would have given anything to punch that smile off his face, but she decided to just keep walking.

Arriving outside the office of the bank manager, Sullivan Markos, Kennedy knocked twice.

“Come in,” boomed the voice from inside. Kennedy opened the door and stepped in. Mr. Markos was sitting behind a large mahogany desk while wearing a grey suit. His eyes scrolled down Kennedy’s body, taking it all in.

“Ah, welcome Kennedy,” he said, smiling. “I’m so glad to see you. Let’s talk business. I’m sure we can work out a deal.”

Kennedy gulped before moving towards the empty seat. She hoped that her points would still be impactful while she was butt-ass naked, but she had some doubts. As she went to sit down, she felt something hard under her butt. Looking at it, she found that it was a large, wooden paddle.

“Oh, you can just give that to me,” said Mr. Markos. “We just might need it later.”

Kennedy sighed. It was going to be a long meeting.