Get dressed in your most professional outfit to accompany Rick to his office and meet Maria

The photoshoot with Justine concludes with everyone still in their matching silk underwear, lounging on Rick's enormous bed. As the door closes behind the photographer, you hop up with a squeal of excitement.

"Time to get all professional for Daddy's office!" you announce, clapping your hands. "I need to look perfect to meet Maria!"

You bounce over to the walk-in closet that Rick cleared for your things yesterday. Inside hang the numerous outfits purchased during yesterday's Harrods spree—mostly revealing dresses, crop tops, and miniskirts in bright colors and shiny fabrics.

"This is totally office appropriate," you declare, pulling out a hot pink bandage dress with cutouts at the waist and a plunging neckline. The hemline would barely cover your rear if you bent even slightly.

You wiggle into it, struggling to contain your enhanced D-cups in the tight fabric. When you emerge from the closet, you twirl for the family's approval.

"How do I look? Super professional, right?"

Rick's eyes darken with desire, but before he can speak, there's a knock at the door.

"Sir," comes Marcus's voice, "the car will be ready in twenty minutes if you still wish to go to the office this afternoon."

"Come in, Marcus!" you call cheerfully, still twirling in your pink dress.

Marcus enters, his stoic expression faltering momentarily as he takes in the scene—Rick in silk boxers on the rumpled bed, Becky and Mandi giggling in their underwear, Matt lounging in his boxers, and you in what could generously be called a cocktail dress.

"Miss Ashley," Marcus says carefully, his eyes fixed firmly on a point above your head, "if you're accompanying Mr. Bellingham to his corporate office, perhaps something... less vibrant would be appropriate?"

"Oh!" Your face falls momentarily before brightening again. "But this is my most business-y dress! It's, like, totally formal."

Marcus clears his throat. "The corporate environment at Bellingham Properties tends toward conservative attire. Perhaps something in navy or charcoal?"

You tilt your head, considering. Your diminished intellect struggles with the concept of professional dress codes, but your exceptional adaptability kicks in.

"You're so smart, Marcus!" You grab his wrist impulsively. "Help me pick something! Come on!"

Before the driver can protest, you're dragging him into the walk-in closet. Rick raises an eyebrow but seems amused rather than concerned.

"She has you now, Marcus," he chuckles. "Better help her look the part."

Inside the closet, you immediately start stripping, the pink dress hitting the floor before Marcus can turn away.

"What about this?" You hold up a silver sequined mini-dress against your naked body, breasts bouncing freely.

Marcus stares fixedly at the ceiling, his professional composure severely tested. "Perhaps... the navy skirt suit Becky selected yesterday?"

"Ohhh, with the pencil skirt? I remember!" You dig through the clothes, completely unbothered by your nudity as Marcus stands rigidly by the door.

You find the suit—a tailored navy blazer with a pencil skirt that hits just above the knee—and hold it up.

"This one?"

"Yes," Marcus says, relief evident in his voice. "With a blouse underneath."

You giggle. "Obviously! I'm not that silly." You rifle through the hangers and produce a cream silk blouse. "This one?"

Marcus nods, still avoiding looking directly at you.

You dress in front of him, chattering away as you pull on the clothes. The navy suit transforms your appearance dramatically—the tailored cut accentuates your curves while maintaining a veneer of professionalism. When you add a pair of navy pumps with a modest three-inch heel, the look is complete.

"Now I look like a real business lady!" you declare, twirling once more. The skirt is still snug across your rear and the blouse strains slightly across your chest, but the overall effect is undeniably more office-appropriate.

Marcus permits himself a small nod of approval. "Much better, Miss Ashley."

When you emerge from the closet, Rick whistles appreciatively. "Look at my little corporate princess."

"All ready for the office, Daddy!" you announce proudly. "Marcus helped me pick something super professional."

Rick glances at his driver with newfound respect. "Good call, Marcus. Get dressed yourself—we leave in fifteen."

14:10 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

[DADDY'S WORK WIFE] | [Medium] | [48 hrs] | [32 hours 50 minutes remaining]