What is Andrew's first move?

his new Position

Dawn smiles and gives Andrew a small wave.

"Hey Andrew, you're in a bit earlier than usual. Congrats on the Promotion to Super Manager, by the way. You really struck the lottery on that one."

"I sure did, Dawn, I sure did. Also, I'd like it if you two would call me Sir from now on, it only makes sense."

"Whatever you say, sir."

Andrew notices that Ray, usually bubbly and talkative, is being unusually quiet and withdrawn.

"Ray, did you get that?"

"Yes... Sir."

The curvaceous redhead was trying her best to hide her pseudo-nudity with her hands, keeping her her eyes low to avoid eye contact. Andrew feels his more sadistic side begin to come out.

"Ray, is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, Sir, really."

"Ray, tell me the truth."

"Well, sir, it is just that this new uniform is... kind of embarrassing. You can practically see right through it."

Ray shuffles nervously as she feels both of the others now focusing entirely on her, pressing harder in an effort to cover as much of her body with her hands as possible. Andrew smiles smugly.

"Well, we can't have that."

"Oh thank god, I-"

"No, you being embarrassed might effect your ability to focus. We are going to have to get you over this embarrassment. First, put your hands at your sides."

Ray starts to mouth a protest, but remembers the rules and hesitantly uncovers herself. Through the sheer material Andrew can see her beautiful, freckled body. Her pink nipples press against the thin material and her red bush was on display like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Her freckled cheeks burned red with shame as the pair hungrily ate up the sight before them.