Best Keep Up

I must have taken too long to decide because I look up and Tiffany had already walked a few feet away. I turn away from the clothes, rushing to catch up, my breasts bouncing lively before an unknown number of possible watchers, hoping she had not yet noticed my delay yet. I do want to keep my job and remain in their good graces, and I proceeded to act as normal as I could, given I was naked before the world.

When I bought up, I bought her smirking my way, pausing and glancing at me, casually taking in my open nakedness, her wry amusement with it clear, "Hey, he seems to really appreciate you being naked like that do you... do you believe it will help me also?", to which I smirked, enjoying the compliment, even as I stand naked before them. I note several are staying my way, and smirk before turning back to Tiffany.

As we stood in the front lobby area, I took a moment to look her over, "Well, he seems to be rather taken to exposed skin, so many you could show some more? Perhaps a shorter skirt, or a smaller top? It won't hurt. If you want in his good graces. I saw her swallow hard once, before speaking up again, "I guess I can. Maybe you can help me make my outfit more... um, appropriate?

I smiled back, "Sure I'd love to help, neighbour,", and noted Tiffany had her hand was now wrapped around me, and I let out a gasp as her hand cupped my ass, grabbing onto me tightly. She pushed me forward, giggling as she led me toward a bathroom. As we entered, we stood before a mirror, and I quietly. noted several women's eyes go big as they see me enter naked. I look over Tiffany's outfit briefly, before replying, "For now, let me see what I can do with what you have on..."

I let my words trail off, grasping at what she was wearing. Pulling off her top, Tiffany let out a gasp but did not fight it. Moving professionally, I hiked her skirt up and pulled her g-string down in off in the process. I quietly get a glance at her shaved mound in the process, and I see her wide-eyed before me. I paused, placing the clothing on the counter, and looked her over briefly. Smirking, I move my hand along the top of her bra, feeling the thin lacey fabric along my fingertips. With a wink, I pull it down subtly, watching as her nipples pop out and into sight.

She let out a gasp, clearly surprised, though she still did not resist. I glance her once over, "Much more likely to please the boss; Unofficially of course. He can't exactly say anything officially, of course." I watch her nod, fighting with her lace bra, giving it a tug, which leads to her breasts almost popping out of her top altogether and spilling out into view at least once.

I nod, and after a moment, I ask, “Looking better already. Don't get to grab a shorter skirt and what you have on will work nicely for now. Now, how about that tour he spoke of before?” Tiffany looks up at me, and says, “Hmm? Oh, of course ... follow me!” With that, she grabs up her discarded clothing, and quickly we make our way to her desk. To my surprise, she asks me to find her a skirt, and after a moment I find her a black micro mini skirt, which seems to be nearly longer than a belt. Smiling at the idea, I hand it over, and she shoots me a surprised look, before letting out a sigh.

Trying to remain outside, she pulls off the skirt she had on, freezing as a young co-worker walks by. I notice him wave over at Tiffanny, giving her a greeting before walking off, and the whole time she stood there frozen, with her skirt around her knees. She did recover quickly, pulling it down all the way, giving me a good look once more at her shaved mound. Just as she had it removed, and was about to pull on the micro, I called out, and she froze once more into place,

"Hey, what's up... hey, love the digs, Tiffany.", a smile clear on his face, his gaze quickly switching to be aimed directly at Tiffany. Caught by surprise, she remained frozen, her lower half openly on display. After a few seconds, she recovered, pulling the skirt on, which did not do so much as cover her ass, as about the bottom third seemed to remain exposed below. Nervous, she turned slowly to face him, a spot of her shaved mound still visible from underneath it as she looked his way. She tried to give it a tig, but it did little other than threaten to pull the skirt out of place and leave her even more exposed than she was.

Smiling, she made a soft sound, "Oh, hey Mike. I did not expect you to see me dressed like this at work. Bridget was just helping me to make my attire more appropriate and eye-catching.", to which Mike nodded, taking it in, looking her over closely, "Well, looks good so far. Not as good as you... hey, you're our new neighbour, aren't you? Nice to finally see so many of you. We really have that party we delay because you already had a guest. Until then, take care."

With that, Mike'd hand shot out, slapping Tiffany hard on her side, who moaned softly in response, before he headed off. Once he's gone, she recovers and after taking a deep breath, she does her best to recover her composure, moving her shoulders and turning back to me, "Ok, thanks again... now about that tour?" I smile back at her, noting how Tiffany's outfit left her wearing little more than me.... just bought to tease, I thought to myself

Smiling back her way, "Of course.... lead the way.", and watching as she resumed the tour, I followed close behind, once more quite aware of my high heels clicking loudly with each step, though now Tiffany was almost as exposed as I.