Speaking of support...

On your way to your desk, you can't help but wonder how nice it would be if the women at work didn't wear a bra. Come to think of it, maybe they just shouldn't wear underwear to work altogether.

You find yourself thinking aloud as you get to your desk, saying somewhat softly, "it should be normal for women to just not wear any underwear while they're working here." As you're imagining how nice it would be to work in such an environment, you fail to notice as more than a few women are making their way to the restroom.

After you've thoroughly given it some thought, you decide to get back to whatever it is you do at work here. You are promptly interrupted, however, by your floor manager Michelle.

Michelle is only about 5' 2" with a very slender frame. She's pale with a short dark, not quite black, hair that she wears in a ponytail down to about her shoulders. She wears light makeup on her cute face and usually wears small hoop earrings that are barely visible behind her hair. She has a small chest, barely pushing a b-cup, and a small waist to match. She is wearing a dark blue suit over a black blouse buttoned all the way save for the top, and a matching skirt that ends just above her knee.

She walks up behind you and clears her throat to get your attention. As you turn your she gives a polite smile and says, "Hello; how are you today?"

You respond by trying to look attentive and say "fine" while you wait for her to continue. She gives you an expectant look and subtly pushes her chest toward you, looking only the slightest annoyed at your lack of action. Remembering the new etiquette, you reach out and put your hand in her suit jacket to grope her small breast, and quickly notice her lack of a bra.

You let your hand roam to her other breast as she begins to talk about business as usual, but you're paying more attention to her slowly hardening nipples than her floor report.

As she finishes, you can't help but notice that she looks a bit flushed. She inquires whether you "got all that" before smiling and turning to go on her merry way, half dragging your hand with her as it is still inside her jacket.