Showing off to the coworkers

"You mean posting the photo in the break room...?" Rachel dreaded.

"I mean more in the flesh."

Rachel's eyes widened in alarm as she felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. "In the flesh?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I must admit this is rather, unusual..." Mr. Yahnerude continued, "but given that you're fine with posting nude photos of yourself on the internet with your face, I feel it would be best if you worked naked today. That should settle once and for all if your body is best for men or women."

"I don't think that's a good idea, sir," Rachel said, her voice trembling. "I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

Mr. Yahnerude's eyebrows rose, his expression a perfect mask of incredulity. "Uncomfortable?" he repeated, the word dripping with disdain, as if the very concept was laughable. "You, who have willingly shared your... physique with the world, are concerned about making others uncomfortable?" His voice trailed off as his gaze roved over Rachel's still-clothed form. "I'm afraid this is not a request, Rachel," he continued, "it's a requirement. Those clothes you're wearing will be on my desk until the day is over, either the easy way or the hard way."

Rachel felt her gaze drawn to the desk, where her clothes would soon be lying. She could almost see them, scattered and discarded, like the remnants of her shattered dignity. The image made her stomach twist with a mix of fear and revulsion. She looked up at Mr. Yahnerude, her eyes pleading. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice shaking. "I can't do this. It's not right. I'm sorry I put that picture up with my face!"

"I understand your concerns, Rachel," Mr. Yahnerude's tone was almost gentle. "But this is a matter of professionalism. You've made a... mistake, and we need to get to the bottom of it."

Rachel took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

Mr. Yahnerude nodded, his expression inscrutable. "Good," he said, his voice firm. "I'll give you a few moments to gather yourself. When you're ready, you can leave your clothes on my desk and head to your desk."

Rachel took a deep breath and began to remove her clothes. Staring out the window at the parking lot, she wished for this to be over with, so quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt. She quickly stepped out of her skirt and heels, and put them on the desk, before pulling her blouse off and dropping in on top of them. Resigned to her fate, she unclasped her bra and dropped it on the desk. Her inserts that she used to pad the bra fell off with them, and they too plopped onto the desk.

"Oh my," Mr. Yahnerude picked up Rachel's padding as she cringed at him feeling the gel inserts with his hands. "This will not do, I'm afraid. No wonder you post pictures of yourself!" he just dropped the pads into the bin next to his desk. Rachel sighed at still having to be flat-chested even when she got off work, but at the moment had **** but to slide her panties down and put them on the desk, completely naked except for her light makeup and jewelry.

"Perfect!" Mr. Yahnerude concluded, "now get to your desk and let me know who's going to whistle at you."

"Thanks, Mr. Yahnerude..." Rachel just sighed and looked down to the floor as she adopted the ENF pose and walked out of his office and to her desk.