Go to your Macy's department store job

It was a week day, so you have to be off to work as soon as you redress yourself in casual formals, which included a tight white sleeveless top, black short skirt, black women's blazer, long thigh high stockings and classy black stiletto shoes. You made up your luscious blonde hair into a bun and took the time to wear minimal make up, accessorizing with a pair of simple studs for earrings, wearing the most expensive and most feminine fragrance you had. The dress code for your first job was fairly loose and simple. As long as all employees had the essentials from the list you were given when you started last week, you were good to go. You were lucky to have landed such a cushy job as soon as you graduated. It paid well for a full days work from morning to late evening, which, of course, all goes into your weekly partying fund.

You take a moment to check yourself in the mirror as you make your way to the front door of your apartment, making sure that you were presentable in as professional a manner as possible. Just as you reach for the door knob, you make a double take as you remember something important. Reaching behind your kitchen counter, you sling the tote back with your spare change of clothes, which would come in handy after your shift has ended.

A short drive later, you were in the parking lot opposite of your work place. This particular Macy's department store was quite popular. Every day, one can find throngs of customers coming in and out at any given time. Peak hours over the weekends were the busiest times and you were told the whole store would be packed over the holidays. You so happen to like shopping at this particular store too, so it was another incentive for you to work here. Making your way inside, you enthusiastically greet several of your co workers as you passed a large sign that clearly says 'No Children Allowed' by the entrance. Everyone was preparing for the 10 am opening time, vacuuming, cleaning and taking stock. All the women were dressed as you were. The men were dressed in sharp casual formal three piece suits of the same monotone colors. You are reminded of how funny it seemed to you, walking into Macy's as part of the floor team. Giving a co worker a happy morning wave, you make your way to the locker rooms in the staff area. This store only finished putting together a lot of new rooms to support the staff for each department, adding things like locker rooms and even shower rooms to the back areas. Everything about the store had been refurbished, and you happened to be one of the lucky new employees to work the floor as soon as the renovations finished. It was an exciting time for you. Your first job has been a blast so far.

You approach your assigned locker room and entered. It seemed like you were quite early, noticing very few of your coworkers here. Stepping up to your locker, you open it to put your tote bag inside, before you bend over to hitch up your skirt, pulling down and taking off your matching black panties. Tossing that into the locker, you reach for the clasp of your bra, undoing and slipping it off, you add to the underwear already in there without much more of a thought, your bare tits squished to bursting out from your tight fitting top.

It was part of the dress regulations for women. No underwear between the opening and closing times. At first, it seemed like a strange rule, but you did not think much of it when you realize what your job entailed. Reaching into the pocket of your locker door, you retrieve your tag to clip onto your jacket. It read in clear professional letters:

'Abby Jones'
'Professional Comfort Assistant'

Hitching down your skirt to smooth it over, you were now ready for work. You feel like it was going to be a long day, but with the strong memory of the soothing sound of your alarm still chirping in your head, you felt like you could take on anything.