Mrs. Henderson first

You stop by Mrs. Henderson on the way up to the 11th floor. She is moving some folders around in her cubicle. She pats them down, and then looks up at you. Wonder and amazement smear over her face as she gazes at your near-naked body. She was something of a mentor to you before. "What is she thinking now?", you wonder.

"Hey Hannah," you begin to explain.

"Jennifer!" she exclaims. She isn't having any of it. Instinctively you recognize that she might have been in on the talks that Mr. Murphy mentioned might have been your path to management. She must be quite cross and disappointed with your chosen 'lifestyle'. She puts her hands on her hips.

"Mrs. Henderson, did you read your email?!" you blurt out, looking for any way out of this. For a moment, the shame gets to you. But not really. You realize this moment with Mrs. Henderson will soon end, and then... it's back to being the obedient slut that you've always wanted to be... Mrs. Hannah Henderson takes an abrupt seat and slides over to her computer. She clicks a few clicks and taps at her keyboard. She scrolls through, finds your email. You see her eyes reading from left to right. Finally she looks up.

"I see. Well there's no way around it now. You are an office slut. How can I help you?" she asks, apparently still disgruntled, but significantly less cross. After all, this is what you wanted. She must be happy for you, right?

"Mr. Murphy sent me here to look for something else to wear..." you begin to explain. You instinctively reach for your half-opened blouse, further exposing yourself to your old mentor. She sighs as you continue, and reaches under her desk and pulls out a box. It is labeled "costumes", in bold black sharpie.

"Take your pick," she relents. And orders! She told you to! So you must pick now...