flaunt it

After Janet left, Jordan was finally able to sit at his desk and take some pressure off of his feet. Tiffany of course wouldn’t let Jordan get away with not taking the vitamins Janet left. When he tried to take the bottles after he had taken them hoping he could try and see what they were later Tiffany snatched them away. That’s when she told her about Janet’s request of her.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, she looked super serious to me.” With that Tiffany pocketed Jodie’s pills somewhere in her purse. “Now, you said you need help typing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Jordan lied. He knew he didn’t need any help typing. For fun, he timed himself one day to see just how fast he typed and found he could type 95 words a minute.

“Let’s see.” Tiffany took out the first memo he was meant to type up. Trying to type the same way he normally did proved impossible. With his longer press on nails, his attempt was filled with typos and grammar errors from hitting the wrong keys. "Well, that's okay, Jodi. Spelling isn't exactly my strong suit either. Lucky the computer catches most of em'." Before Jordan could blame it on his nails “Here let me show you a trick."

What followed was an excruciatingly slow lesson in hunt and peck style typing. “Okay, Jodie,” Tiffany smiled, “now you try.” Jordan rolled his eyes at the lessons and copied her slow pecking on the keyboard. “See, you’re getting it.” Jordan burned with embarrassment, he was a trained and educated programmer, now he was reduced to a brainless bimbo barely capable of typing simple sentences.

“Yay me.” Jordan said with no hint of sarcasm and walked over to a file cabinet. Putting the files in their appropriate places proved a difficult task with his new nails as well.

“Jodie?”

God how he hated that nickname, “What?”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m...fine.” he was not. He was in a skirt and heels and his junk was **** back by ungodly pantyhose.

“It’s just…” Tiffany thought for a minute before a brilliant idea emerged in her spacious mind. “Don’t your feet hurt?”

“Well...yeah. But what can ya do? I’m in heels.”

“So am I, but my feet don’t hurt.”

“They don’t?”

Tiffany shook her head, her dangling earrings swinging side to side, “Want me to show you a trick to walking so your feet don't hurt?”

“God, yes,” Jordan begged all too eagerly. How other women dealt with heels all day was beyond him.

“Watch.” Tiffany took short slow strides, her heels clicking across the floor, her beautiful bubble butt swaying back and forth attracting the attention of any male watching her, Jordan included. “See, it’s that easy.”

“But...I-I, like, don’t see how that’d help my feet.” He lied, he knew it would only draw more unwanted attention.

“I don’t know how either, but a doctor once told me it’d help and he was right on the money.”

Jordan thought for a moment and realized Tiffany was too dumb to lie to him and get away with it, so he attempted taking his first mincing steps from the file cabinet to Tiffany. While his walk wasn’t close to Tiffany’s level by far he still managed to wiggle his butt with each step. “How’s that?”

“Try this.” For the next fifteen minutes instead of working, the two office bimbos spent their time strutting around the office. Tiffany giving Jordan tips along the way, how to hold his hand on his hip, how to sit in a skirt, how to stand out of his chair without revealing ‘too much’, how to hold his shoulders back and chest forward giving the added bonus of putting his bosom first and foremost along his walk.

“You’re getting the hang of it, like, really great.”

Jordan smoothed his skirt as he sat down as Tiffany had shown him. “Thanks. I should, like, probably get back to work.”

“Okay cutie, I’ll see you later.” Tiffany hugged her friend, Jodie, wrapping her arms around her friend and nearly smothering her in her large breasts. As she pulled away, Tiffany felt bad shoving her large assets in Jodie’s face as she walked away.

Jordan worked all morning, checking his makeup as he was reminded to do by his alarm. He took a moment to message Tiffany through the group chat about heels and the least offensive cosmo tips he could find. Tiffany would respond giddily of course completely unaware he was being **** to respond in kind. Later, he opened an email from Mrs. Bridgette asking if “she” would come to see her after lunch. Jordan bounced his knee nervously, ‘did she find out?! No, not possible…unless...what if Tiffany told her she had to teach me how to walk in heels? Janet was right.” Jordan sighed, pecking away at the keyboard. ‘I just have to last until I find something better.”

Just before lunch, Adam Wesker called Jordan into his office once again. "Ms. Applebottom," Adam smirked devilishly. "I would appreciate it if you helped me prepare for the meeting today."

"Oh. Of course, Mr...Adam,” Jordan **** a smile on his face.

He sat gingerly on Adam’s desk, smoothing out his skirt as he sat down. “Now, this being your first meeting I’m going to give you some tips on how you can help me out.” Jordan quieted a shudder as he sat beside him placing a meaty hand on Jordan’s knee. “You’ll need to take notes of course, and bring us drinks or food if we need anything. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Of co-” Jordan bit back on his pride once more, “Like, I mean, sure. Adam, I just, like, wanted to thank you, for, like, giving me a chance to work with you.” Jordan traced his fingers on top of Adam’s arm with the best fake, and eager, smile he could muster. If Mrs. Bridgette found anything weird, he needed someone in his corner...as disgusting as it made him feel.

“Thank me, huh?”

“Yeah...I thought...maybe…” ‘oh god I'm gonna hurl’ “like, I could do something that would, like, show how very thankful I am.”