FLASHBACK: "Scarlet" goes nude at a work party

"Scarlet"'s red high heels click-clacked against the pavement outside the office building. Today she was dressed in a beige trenchcoat to hide what she was wearing underneath. Ward, who handled most of the arrangements, had been very particular tonight.

Up ahead of her Lindsey and Grace were in the middle of negotiations about what and what not to do. The two women could have been twins and that was why they worked so well together. Slim, black haired, and the most enchanting dark eyes. Even Scarlet couldn't resist staring at their asses as they walked.

They'd been telling the guys at the office that they'd been inseparable ever since the night the staff had watched them go down on each other. The truth was, last weekend was their first anniversary. Their relationship hadn't changed much since they took their wild sex lives into public.

It wasn't just the three of them. The agency sent another three or four girls every week, but Scarlet, Grace, and Lindsey had been on the job since the beginning and received the most interest from the men. The money kept rolling in for more exotic sex acts from Lindsey and Grace, but there was a real obsession building toward Scarlet. Her boyfriend was fine with her dancing for men, but sex was obviously something else, even sex with one of her friends.

That was why Ward had been so specific in his instructions. As usual, the ladies had been told to wear tight, fashionable dresses with lingerie underneath. Except Scarlet. She had an easier time getting dressed tonight. The word had come down: heels. A coat. Nothing else, not a scrap of fabric. The thought of it was actually a little exciting.

Lindsey buzzed up to the top floor and pulled the door open when it unlocked. She smiled. "Ladies," she said. They were all about to make a lot of money.

The whole walk from the car had been very chatty, but the ride up the elevator was dead silent. Scarlet just kept smiling at the other girls in the mirror. The guys liked to think they were pulling one over on them. They wanted to see what they wanted, but they wanted it to feel like a victory. Like they weren't paying a thousand dollars a night, minimum, for each stripper.

The doors opened and the guys just clapped. The girls smiled and pretended to blush. "It's good to see you," Scarlet said when Ward took her hand and kissed it.

"Even better to see you, baby," he said. "I love what you did with your hair."

"A curling iron is a girl's best friend." Usually the other ladies spread pretty quickly among the men of the office, but tonight the boys seemed almost hesitant. Except Ward, of course, and Greg, who wouldn't stop smiling at her.

"Thanks for coming, ladies," Ward said loudly. "Now, Scarlet, why don't you get a little more comfortable for us?"

A giddy feeling washed over her. She stook a step and stood with her heels shoulder-width apart. Then she undid the belt on her coat and let it fall to the floor. She basked in every ounce of attention the partiers sent her way as she unveiled her pale skin, her full chest, her striking hips, her perfect mound of red hair nestled over a perfect pussy.