Strip the bitch!

Jimmy’s mouth hung open in reply. He wasn’t bothered or surprised by the insult but rather with the altered text that appeared in front of him. The clothing list was still present on the right side of his right lens but next to each name was the word “Remove” followed by “0 AP (Tutorial)” Without thinking, Jimmy’s mind focused on the top “Remove” that was attached to the word “Shoes”. The glasses grew warm and the word highlighted before his eyes.

If what had happened so far could be labeled fantastical it was nothing compared to what Jimmy witnessed next. As Maggie surveyed the bills and coins that he had counted she brought one foot behind the other and pushed down on one of her shoes, raising her foot out of the black leather footwear. She then removed the other shoe and pushed the two aside, flexing her toes slightly. She now stood before him with nothing between her feet and the freshly mopped floor but her thin black socks.

“What the fuck!” Jimmy screamed, he couldn’t help himself.

The bar under Maggie’s name had filled slightly as she jumped and spun around in his direction.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you myself” she seethed. “What the hell is your problem?”

“You just took off your shoes…” he stammered.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you high? Go count the other register.”

It dawned on Jimmy that Maggie had removed her shoes without actually knowing that she had done it. He didn’t know how that was possible but the sheer bewilderment on her face proclaimed that she had no idea what she had done. He resolved to follow the next logical step and continue to test what was occuring before him. He looked at Maggie, focused on the tiny word “Remove” next to the word “Socks” and blinked.

Slowly, to his amazement, Maggie brought one of her feet up and reached down to tug at her sock. She swayed slightly as she balanced on the other foot and removed the black piece of fabric. She then repeated the process with her other foot. After both feet were bare the bar under Maggie’s name filled slightly more.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholy… Jimmy’s brain was at its limit. He could barely keep from screaming again.

Jimmy was by no means a foot fetishist but something about seeing a curmudgeony boss like Maggie in her uniform with bare feet stirred something inside of him. The contrast of the bare skin and corporate attire highlighted how inappropriate the exposure was. At work you wore shoes and right now his boss had her little pink toes on the tile floor. The real question now though was how far could he push this bizarre new ability of his. A mischievous part of him, a part that was finally starting to come to terms with what was going on, felt that right now Maggie should be wearing a little less. Jimmy resolutely focused on the third line which read “Remove Shirt (Outer).”

Jimmy had seen many women remove their shirts during his fapping sessions. All of these women though had been on a screen with a not small percentage of them being Japanese cartoon characters. Maggie removing her maroon polo shirt though was something else entirely. It wasn’t a single fluid motion but rather an awkward pull and tug. She was attempting to continue her counting work while discarding her uniform which made the process much slower. She revealed a loose fitting plain white t shirt once she had removed the garment and plopped it unceremoniously onto the floor beside her.

Despite being in her mid 20s it was apparent that Maggie had no chest at all. This was probably why there was no line for “Bra” on Jimmy’s HUD. Jimmy, a philosopher, pondered that since breasts contained the hopes and dreams of men that it made perfect sense for such a shrewd she-breast to be devoid of the pleasant swellings. He imagined the jealousy she must have felt during her life when she saw friends and strangers fill their blouses, dresses and t shirts with their joyous mounds while Maggie remained flat as a board.

Still though, he owed it to himself to examine further. His mind moved to the next line, briefly noticing that the bar under Maggie’s name continued to fill after each article was removed. A smile crept to his face as Maggie began to raise the white shirt and reveal her skinny pale tummy. Higher and higher the fabric went. His eyes greedily lapped up everything they could from the sight. He was drinking in every inch of her exposed skin as the fabric rose. He drew in a breath as suddenly he saw Maggie’s light pink nipples.

He wanted her. He wanted to do things to Maggie that one might only read about in an erotic short story. Seeing her nipples had woken the beast in Jimmy. He thirsted for more as Maggie finally finished her count.

“You lucked out this time,” she said as she turned to face him in her chestal glory.

Maybe Jimmy was drunk on power but what came from his lips in response was just shy of diplomatic.

“Fuck you and your tiny tits bitch!”

Jimmy was nearly as shocked at his sudden outburst as Maggie was. Slowly her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed. To Jimmy’s happy amazement he also saw Maggie’s nipples harden before his eyes.

“What the fuck did you just say you little man-child? You are so fucking fired!”

Maggie’s voice sounded like it was underwater. It was garbled and far away. There was a much more pressing matter to attend to. Jimmy focused on the next line that read “Remove Pants”. Again the contrast jumped out to him as his enraged manager who was radiating intense hatred towards him brought her quivering fingers to the front button of her black pants. Keeping her wrathful gaze on him she undid the button and jerked down her zipper. His eyes gleamed as he saw a small amount of white fabric underneath.

He made no attempt to hide his grin as she fumed and pulled down her pants for him. He loved that she had no idea what she was doing. He was controlling her with his glasses. His magic fucking glasses. As she stepped through each pant leg and moved slightly to the side Jimmy laughed. His manager was fuming in nothing but her white cotton panties.

Jimmy never really thought of Maggie as sexy until now. Despite her sour expression he was more turned on by Maggie than all the terabytes of pornography he had on his hard drives at home. Even his waifu Choco-chan was nothing compared to Maggie, with her lily white skin and soft brown hair. She bared her teeth at him like an angry puppy. God she’d look great with animal ears and a tail he mused.

“Earth to asshole,” she snarled, “I said you’re fired. Grab your shit and get out before I call the cops!”

For a moment Jimmy was back in reality. He’d lost his job and his life was probably over. He was going to get kicked out of his house. He was going to be homeless and have to live under a bridge or in a park or wherever homeless people live. He wouldn’t have any money. He wouldn’t have any food. He wouldn’t have any way to watch the next episode of BGBG Fairies!

That was a problem for future Jimmy though. There was a more important task at hand. Jimmy’s eyes locked first on the plain white cotton triangle between his manager’s legs. The color was as pure as a glass of fresh milk, as untouched as the first snow of winter. He didn’t know how many men had seen Maggie fully nude but Jimmy was going to join their ranks today. He was going to strip Maggie McMuffin.

Jimmy’s mind locked on the final line in front of him. The line that read “Remove Panties”.

He wished he could have savored it more. He wanted her to tease or dance. To wink suggestively and drive him wild. Instead Maggie angrily jerked the fabric down as she squawked profanities at him in an uninterpretable stream. Without taking her eyes off of him she threw her underwear across the room with surprising force. He might have seen visible lines of steam rising from her if he hadn’t been focused on his now ex manager’s freshly revealed pussy.

She wasn’t completely shaved but was well groomed. He could see small dark brown hairs in an angular tuft above Maggie’s most private area. His boss’ pussy was in full view. He wished he could touch her. He wished he could grope her. He wished he could fuck her.