Raising Morale

"Mr. Tillman, you wanted to see me?" Sarah asked, peeking into her boss' office with an uneasy look on her face.

"Yes, come in," her boss said from behind his desk.

Tensely she stepped into the room and made her way before his desk. She always tried to keep on his good side as he was quick to fire anyone who he found annoying or unworthy of their position. Sarah could feel a bead of sweat sliding down her back as she worried this might be her final day at the office.

"I'm glad you could make it," he said in a soft voice that did little to calm Sarah's nerves.

"I-I hope I haven't done anything wrong."

"You? No, you've been a perfect secretary," he assured her, "It's all the rest of the slackers in this building that are the problem!" he rummaged around in his desk before pulling out a small stack of papers and tossing them carelessly onto his desk, "Take a look at these!"

Sarah picked up the papers and quickly flipped through the pages, all of which were covered in graphs and statistics, "Um.... what is this?"

"It's the latest numbers from corporate, morale around the office is in the dumps, and if we don't change that fast profits are gonna start falling like a rock!"

Sarah looked over the documents again, she still didn't quite understand any of the graphs but decided against any further questioning.

"That's terrible!" she exclaimed, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, that's just the thing," He leaned back into his chair, "I've thought long and hard about this problem and I believe you are the solution."

Sara smiled, "I can assure you Mr. Tillman I'm dedicated to this company and am willing to do whatever is needed to improve our morale. Just tell me what, and I'll do it."

"It's good to see you so committed to the cause!" Her boss smiled, "To explain my plan, I want to make some adjustments to your uniform."

"Adjustments?" Sarah looked down at her navy blue dress suit, "Is my outfit not professional enough?"

"No, it's fine, but to improve morale I think we should lean into a bit more of a… visually appealing angle."

Sarah immediately understood what he was implying.

"Oh… Well, I guess I could wear a shorter skirt… and maybe some higher heels…"

"Or maybe…" her boss cut in, "you could wear… nothing at all."

Sarah was stumped for a moment, taken off guard by her boss' bluntness, "N-nothing? How can I wear nothing? I can't seem to understand what you mean."

"What I mean is come to work in nothing," he said plainly, "No jacket, no skirt, no panties or even a bra. Nothing."

"B-but then I wouldn't I be…" As she tried to say the final word her tongue froze, it was as if the word was too heavy to be pulled from her throat.

"Naked," her boss finished her thought.

The word sent a chill down her spine. Suddenly her face began to burn as her brow became covered in sweat.

"Well, I don't know if I can… I've never… This all just seems so…" her words stumbled over each other trying to reject her boss' request while at the same time not upsetting him, though she couldn't seem to find the words, "Look I don't… I really can't just… There has to be a…"

"Listen, Sarah," her boss began, cutting through her cloud of indecision, "Of all the people in this office you're the only one I can count on. You're smart, reliable, and professional. I am certain that for just one day you can pull yourself through this. Now will you do it?"

Sarah looked at her boss meekly. In her heart of hearts, she did not want to do this, but somehow the thought of disappointing her boss made her even more uneasy.

She blushed, "I suppose for just one day…I can do it."

"Atta girl!" Her boss grinned, "I look forward to seeing you in your new uniform tomorrow morning!"

"Yeah..." Sarah sighed, giving a half-hearted smile before turning for the door.

"Oh and one more thing," her boss exclaimed, stopping the secretary in her tracks, "You are permitted to wear your heels if you so wish,~" he winked.

She gave a nod as she closed the door behind herself.

A sense of dread washed over Sarah as she came to terms with what she had agreed to do. The thought that by this time tomorrow, all of her co-workers would have an intimate view of every nook and cranny on her body sent a tingle up her spine. Still, she wasn't about to opt-out, not when her job was on the line. It seems she was just gonna have to suck it up and try to remain professional. It was only for a day after all, what's the worst that could happen?