Two hundred dollars.

“How about two hundred bucks…commissions been low.”

“Two hundred bucks? That's kinda steep....but..."

Elizabeth watched as Paul scrunched his forehead. She could see he was truly contemplating if seeing her naked was worth it or not.

"Alright," he finally answered after beads of sweat started running down his cheeks. "Close the door behind you."

"Money first," Elizabeth demanded, sticking out her hand.

"I'll give you a hundred now and a hundred after. Deal?"

"Fine."

Paul opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out several wadded up bills. He counted them carefully, the sweat still dripping from his face. He handed Elizabeth five twenties and she quickly pocketed them in her jeans.

"Show us the goods!" he yelled, leaning back in his chair. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at his absurd comment.

She pulled her red dress shirt over her head, exposing the lacy white bra she loved to wear. Her tan lines were showing a little, but Paul didn't seem to care. Cupped tightly in her bra, her breasts stood firm; Paul did not take his eyes off them.

"Nice," he said, licking his lips and gripping his thighs. She noticed a bulge in his pants that made her stomach churn.

Elizabeth undid the button on her jeans and let her pants fall down her long tan legs. She was thankful she had shaved the night before, so there wasn't anything embarrassing poking out. Her white panties covered everything nicely and didn't give Paul much to look at other than what he'd see if she were wearing a bathing suit.

"Satisfied?" she said, crossing her arms over her breasts. It was embarrassing standing this way in front of her boss, but the money would be more than worth it.

"I'm loving every inch. You going to take off the rest?"

"I don't think so," replied Elizabeth, opening the box. Inside was a very short green skirt and a wrap around blouse. A pair of black heels and some silver jewelry completed the look.

"You seriously want us to wear this?" she asked, holding the outfit in front of her.

"Well you could just go out there wearing what you've got on now," he said with a laugh. He was scratching his thigh and still staring at her breasts.

"In your dreams," she snapped back. "Listen...I really don't feel like putting this on and I don't want to be here. Can I go home?"

"Ha! It's barely two thirty."

"I know, but I've got a date tonight and this is quite possibly the dirtiest outfit I have ever seen."

Paul continued to stare at his young employee. She could sense that the cogs in his brain were turning and that a plan was forming in his pea sized brain.

"Tell you what....I'll let you go home if you let me see the rest of what you have to offer."

Elizabeth smirked. Could she really live with herself knowing that her boss was a huge pervert that had seen her completely naked?

"It's up to you. If you want to go home early, I think it's pretty fair."