Boss Calls Me Into His Office

As I walked into the office, I could see more than a few pairs of eyes watching me. I could hear clearly the 'click click' sound of my heels hitting the stone floor, as I made my way to the sign-in area, located in the back, near some office space. As I walked, I noticed that both guests and patrons alike, and from a wide age range, paused and stared. I smiled in a wordless reply, enjoying the attention, but not willing myself to stop just yet.

Within moments of me getting to work and stowing my purse away, my boss comes back and declares, "Good to see you here early and ready to work," he trailed off as he saw my state of dress. I smiled back at him, holding my arms in front of me and squeezing my breasts between them in the process. I could tell my breasts were standing out even further, attracting his attention to them, and I smiled as I caught him staring. I watched as he blinked, and shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate.. . ."In my office please," He finished, after eyeing me."

He let me in, though did not close the door before making his way to his side of the desk. He offered me the chair in front of his desk. I nodded before sitting down. I could see himself get distracted again, before snapping back to the present and why he called me in. "I see you have chosen to dress a bit more... revealing than I expected.

"I can explain... I had let a friend of mine pick ...", and I paused as he held up a hand, let me know to wait. After a moment, he put his hand down and then continued, "Between you and me, I don't mind. I rather doubt anybody here would mind either honestly, guests included. Off the record, of course, I'd be happy if more of my female staff came in dressed like that. I just ask that if you want to come dressed that way, you make a habit of dressing in a similar fashion. That way at least it appears to be a choice you have made to meet the company dress code, rather than someone who just picks whatever out of their closet at random every time they come into work. Understand so far?"

I nodded, relieved, and waited. "Good. I'm going to have you work the front desk, checking people in and out today. It’s a rather exposed position, so I hope you're ready for it. " As he spoke he stood up, extending his right arm for a handshake. I grab it firmly in my own right hand, and then he said, "Well then welcome to the team. My personal secretary, Tiffany will show you where you'd be working today. Tiffany! In here, please!"

We needed to wait barely a minute before a 5'7" Brunette came charging in and briskly came to attention. "Yeeeesaa! er yes, sir. How can I help you?” she sputtered out quickly, somewhat nervous at being called in so early. "Tiffany, meet Brigit. Brigit, Tiffany." We nod, before briefly shaking hands. As I look her over, I notice her pencil-tight mini skirt, going down just under have way down her thighs, showing some of her upper legs in the process. She had on a bustier top, and a matching vest, meant to hang loosely like a cover on her shoulders. I got to see a decent amount of cleavage, but only because I was at the right height and angle to do so.

"I'm starting Brigit here of upfront, helping handle in ad pout payments, along with payments at the desk, including medical records and insurance paperwork. Could you show her around quick, before taking her upfront and getting her up to speed for policy?" As she nodded as a reply, He smiled back before saying "Good. I want to you get up to speed on working here. Maybe even pick up some of her fashion taste along the way. Dismissed!"

She led me out the door, as he proceeds to work on something else. She closes the door behind her, and whispered, "Was he joking about that? What did he mean by that?"

I smiled back, and as we walked back to the front lobby area, replied "He told me unofficially he would love it if ladies wore clothing more akin to mine; Maybe a shorter skirt, or maybe hiding less of my breasts and arms? Might have been a joke, but then again, he may have meant it. Perhaps you could try his suggestion. It can't hurt, right?"

I saw her swallow hard once, before speaking up again, "I guess I can. Maybe you can help me make my outfit more... um, appropriate?