Erin, the HR bitch

Erin was in her mid-twenties, wore glasses and kept her hair cut short. She wore, as she always did, a black pantsuit with a shirt and tie underneath. Clara and Erin have butted heads a couple of times, most often when Clara was trying to give managerial orders that she had no right making, so there was little love lost between the two of them. There were also office rumours abound that Erin liked women. She seemed to Clara to be a perfect target.

Clara made her way over to her desk only a few feet away, the folder clutching in front of her privates. She could hear whisperings and muffled laughter behind her as she walked; her bottomless state exposed to the entire office. Hearing the noise, Erin looked up and stared at Clara with an unreadable expression.

"What?" Erin said.

"Erm..." Clara mumbled, shyly looking around at the others. "I was just wondering... umm... do I need to do anything special, now that I have AGS? Like register with the company or something?"

Erin clenched her jaw, her eyes wandering to Clara's bare legs. Teresa, one of the girls who sat opposite Erin's desk, popped her head over her PC monitor. She was a bubbly blonde, although that hadn't stopped Clara clashing with her a few times, either.

"Clara, it's nothing special," Teresa replied. "But you should probably put pants on."

The people sitting within earshot began to chuckle. "Oh. Well. Gerald said it was okay to dress like this."

"I bet he did." Teresa said with a smirk. Again, another round of chuckling.

"I'll speak with Robert later." Erin said brusquely. "For the time being, continue as you are."

"Oh. Okay. Th-thank you." Clara replied. Inwardly, however, she felt disappointed. Why was Erin being so withdrawn? Surely she wanted to humiliate her more than anyone. Reluctantly, Clara turned to walk away.

"Hold on!" Erin snapped. Her eyes were firmly held on Clara's bare behind. "That file you're holding... that's your Personal Development Folder, isn't it?"

"Well yeah... yeah it is."

"Give it here." Erin said. Without waiting for a response, she snatched it out of Clara's hands, exposing her pussy to the office for a brief moment before she clamped her hands down over it.

"This was supposed to be on my desk by 4pm yesterday." Erin pointed out.

It wasn't, Clara knew, but somebody with AGS wouldn't disagree. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise-"

"Not good enough. Company policies dictate that you must now be punished."

While she kept one hand covering her crotch, Clara reached up with her over and clamped it over her lips. She hoped that it would look like an expression of shock, but really she was trying to hide her grin. Punishment! Now this was more like it.

"A punishment?" She said once she'd controlled her expression. "What manner of punishment?" Mentally she added a 'mistress' to the end of that.