What's next?

Your boss clears his throat.

Mr. Murphy, your boss whom you only just recently blew, clears his throat. Everyone, including you, turn to face him. His face is a little red with embarrassment about what his branch has turned into, but he'll get over it...

"Miss Jennifer... the higher ups have called, and are organizing a meeting. You and need to be up there pronto. Come with me." he commands. The gathering parts, and you cannot help yourself move toward him, turning beet-red as everybody's eyes look on you. He wraps an arm around your waist, pats your bare ass, and escorts you up and away to the elevator.

Once inside, he says "give me your jacket." You look down. It's the only thing you have left from when you got ready for work this morning. You dutifully slip out of it. He reaches for it, and you give it to him, which he folds under his arm. Now you really are naked. There is nothing to hide your dignity. Not that a slut like you has any left.

The elevator hits the 11th floor. With a ding, he motions for you to step out. You do, with the conference room clearly before you.