Into the meeting

"Innovate Software Solutions." The dean's secretary calls out to you.

"That's us." You say, rising from your seat.

The three women stand to follow you to the door to the dean's office. You make your way inside, finding the dean sitting at his desk, four seats at the ready on the opposite side for you. The dean is a middle aged man with some greying hairs and lines on his face that weren't there in his twenties. In preparation for this meeting, you had your PI do a little bit of digging for any details that might help you out. At first things seemed grim, he was a straight shooter who took his job fairly seriously and wanted what's best for his students. However, they did uncover that he was divorced five years ago and no longer had a regular partner, providing a tip of the scales in your favour.

"Please, take a seat." He says, motioning to the chairs opposite.

You politely allow the girls to sit first, or perhaps it's just because you want to stare at their asses. Every part of this meeting has been planned by you, down to the last minute details, including each of their outfits. The professor is the most conservatively dressed, given she is at work. She's wearing a tight grey pencil skirt and a purple button-up blouse which shows ample cleavage (thanks to some purposefully undone buttons), sure to help entice the dean.

Emma on the other hand is a student and so her outfit has less need to be appropriate, given the dean can't really dictate what his students wear. She's wearing a green skirt with stockings underneath and a white top. Her top shows even more cleavage, to the point that a hint of her lacy bra can be seen too.

Sofia is your employee and therefore the dean has no control over what she wears, allowing you to dress her as scantily as you'd like, save for the fact she's going to a formal meeting. You've had her wear a red crop top showing ample cleavage and a short black skirt.

You watch as the dean stares at the three women whilst they sit down, unsure of where to look. At first he looks like a deer in headlights, his eyes darting back and forth between the three magnificent racks in front of him. Finally, he snaps out of it and raises his eyes to meet theres, save for the occasional glance downwards which is beyong his control at this point. You're not sure he's even looked at you once.