Special treatment.

"I want to leave early and I want my commission rate to be higher than all the other girls."

"Why do you need to leave early? This is our busiest day," asked Paul.

"I've got a date tonight and I want to have plenty of time to get ready."

"A date. Isn't that sweet. Would your boyfriend care that you're considering changing in front of another man for a few more dollars an hour?"

Elizabeth thought about Sam for a moment and how he would feel about the situation she had put herself in; then a light bulb came on.

"I'm pretty sure if he knew a pervert like you was trying to seduce me out of my clothes, he'd probably come up here and kick your ass."

Paul's expression grew slightly agitated.

"Alright. Fine. You can leave early....now take off your clothes."

Elizabeth smiled in his direction.

"You're such a demanding boss," she snickered, pulling her red blouse over her head. Paul's eyes were planted on the lacy white bra that supported Elizabeth's large breasts. She could feel his gaze drilling holes through her. The cold air of the back office had made her nipples stand erect and she figured Paul could probably see them through her bra.

Elizabeth unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her jeans. Her tan legs went on for miles and Paul's eyes wandered the entire length. When he finished viewing her up and down, he focused on her panties, hoping to see a bit of the flesh underneath.

"Satisfied?" she said, opening the box he had given her. The outfit he wanted her to wear was perverted. It was a short skirt that would barely cover her thighs and a tight blouse that was cut as low as it can go.

"You can't be serious," said Elizabeth, looking at the ensemble with distaste. "This is hideous."

"You don't like it?" he said, still taking in her semi-nude body. Elizabeth was slightly embarrassed, but she was so glad that she would be out of this hell hole in a few minutes.

"Don't you think the skirt is kind of short?" she asked, pulling it up to her waist. She dropped her arms to her side and notice that her entire hand could feel the flesh of her thigh.

"Looks fine to me."

"And what about this blouse," she asked, feeding her arms through the soft fabric. The low neckline didn't cover the entirety of her bra and when she leaned forward you could see her pale cleavage hiding underneath.

"I think the customers will want this new look more than you think."

"Oh really?" Elizabeth grinned. She put on the heels and jewelry that were at the bottom of the box and stood approvingly in front of her boss. She hated the heels, but loved the jewelry.

"I'm going home. See you Monday."

"Wait.....would you be interested in making some extra money?"