Samantha is being persuasive during important negotiations

Monday came again. That meant that I would once more get the chance to reward my most productive employees, but on that day of the week I also wore naughty or even outright bimbo-ish outfits to give the others additional motivation. What I picked this time by some could be called slutty, not that it would bother me; I was a self-made successful businesswoman.

I wore a white blouse with long sleeves, but also a deep cleavage; it was slightly see-through, so the lack of a bra and my pointy nipples were obvious. I had a tight grey skirt which stylistically resembled professional items, but was way too short to be considered as such since it ended only a few centimetres beneath my buttocks, it had a bright red belt that contrasted with the other toned colours. On my legs I wore white fishnet pantyhose with a tiny net, they were crotchless, but I had a thong on top of them, its colour matched the belt. The outfit was completed by a pair of red patent open-toe shoes on thirteen centimetre heels. My make-up was natural apart from my lips, their colour matched the belt, heels and panties.

This particular Monday was supposed to begin differently. I had planned a meeting with directors (and owners) of a company with whom I had been negotiating a deal; this would most likely be the last meeting, either ending with signing of the contract or not. My outfit was not the most appropriate for business negotiations, but I was known for my eccentric style. There had also been rumours of sexual harassment in that company, but no lawsuits followed the tales.