Cheeky Challenger

Cloe is a trainee in her second year of apprenticeship and doesn't think much of company policies and strict dress codes.

Monday morning. Coffee. Lipstick. No underwear.

I was running late—as usual—but my hot pants were within reach on the chair, and my white blouse tied perfectly at the waist. A glance in the mirror: red waves, green eyes, that “I'm just pretending to be nice” look. Perfect.

I like it when my look makes people nervous. Or hot. Or both.

In accounting, Gregor winked at me. “Casual sexy Friday again, huh?”

I grinned. “Monday, Gregor. Today is Bossy Bitch Monday.”

He blushed. Mission accomplished.

Then the call came. "Cloe, please come to the top floor. Right away. The CEO is expecting you.“

My heart almost stopped. Oh, fuck. I haven't done anything wrong. At least nothing bad. Okay, maybe I flirted a little too much with the HR chick in the break room the other day. And yes, my outfit choice isn't exactly what the company dress code means when it says ”business casual." But hey – I'm a trainee. You're allowed to find your feet, aren't you?

In the elevator, I tried to breathe calmly. My neck was tingling. My thighs too – but that was for other reasons. My black lace panties were fresh. And paper-thin. I like the feeling of fabric that's barely there. Sometimes I leave it off altogether. And today?

Oh fuck, I was really naked down there. I almost forgot. No wonder it felt so free and fresh.

The elevator stopped with an annoying ping at the very top, the executive floor. The doors slid open with a soft hiss.

It's showtime! Enter Cloe...