Called In

I see her look over my outfit, as I consider my words. She's my neighbour, but that does not necessitate it taking too long. I find myself smiling back her way, "Yes, I would not be surprised were neighbours. As you know, I just moved in, and to help with expenses I placed a roommate's wanted add online. The unit has two bedrooms, so that won't be a problem. I expected I'd get another woman, but when a handsome man comes to your door, and looking for help too ... well, couldn't exactly turn him away, now could I?"

Tiffany smiled back my way, crossing her legs before inquiring, "I found that.... but the page is still up. Did you forget or...", to which I giggled back, amused and surprised at the same time.

"Oh, didn't forget. It was not long before we started dating, and one thing led to the next so... We're kind of dating, I guess? Spent the weekend at this clothing shoppe as a 'living mannequin of sorts. Just got back, actually. My new roommate gave me a ride over... thanks for the reminder on the listing, as I should amend it before getting any more men in need showing up. Michael's great 'n all, but I only need one in my life right now."

Tiffany nodded, and I soon heard my boss calling me from the next room. I wave her way and open the door. I see him smiling back, and we shake hands as he looks me over. With my nipples making an impression on the thin fabric of my new halter top, the tight micro-mini skirt duo hugged my body tightly, further accenting my curves.

I continued smiling at him, holding my arms in front of me and squeezing my breasts between them in the process. I could tell my breasts were standing out even further, attracting his attention to them, and I smiled as I caught him staring. I watched as he blinked, and shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate. "You're looking quite nice today. Good to finally see you in person, Brigit”. We share a smile, as he shakes my hand, Good to see you here early and ready to work..." he trailed off, pausing for a moment.

With that taken care off., he he invited me to sit down, and soon he had me fill out some paperwork. Once that was done he called in his secretary. She is quite a tall brunette, at 5 foot 7” and quite attractive. She’s wearing a V-neck halter top with a black overcoat on top, along with a midi skirt and a pair of flats. Unsurprisingly to me, as we briefly chatted outside his office. She shot me a smirk before looking back his way.

"I'm starting Brigit here upfront, helping handle payments, along with patients at the desk, including medical records and insurance paperwork. Could you show her around quickly, before taking her up front and getting her up to speed for policy?" As she nodded at the reply, He smiled back before saying "Good. I want you to get her up to speed on working here."

“I’ve got some things to work on here, so why don’t you show her around, Tiffany? Let Brigit here key you in on how her dress style helps to get her hired, while on the way. Thanks again.” As he got to work, Tiffany led me out the door. We quickly made our way out, and She closed the door behind her. Once we started walking away, she paused and whispered to me, "Was he joking about that? What did he mean by that?".

I smiled back, and as we walked back to the front lobby area, and replied, "As your new neighbour, I have to tell you that he noticed my mini-micro skirt, and enjoyed seeing more of my skin so exposed. So, Maybe you could wear a shorter skirt, and perhaps hide less of your breasts and arms? Might have been a joke, but then again, he may have meant it. Perhaps you could try his suggestion. It can't hurt, right" 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 pull her aside and ask if she has a shorter skirt, "Well, um yea, have a couple with my things. In case I want to go someplace a bit naughty after work... why?" I say to her, "Show me. I can help best when I have a few options to work with. She leads me around to her desk, and she shows me a few skirts and the like. I grab a back mini skirt, that would cling tightly to her ass, and was quite a bit shorter than the one she had on. I heard her gasp as I showed it to her, "You mean for me to wear that at work?" she said surprised, "Everyone would be staring at me."

"I do expect you too if you take my advice. Besides, you're his secretary; they're going to stare anyway, so why not give them something worth looking at.". I saw her nod them "Well, I guess that makes sense." We quickly made our way to the ladies' room, and she quickly took off her skirt, replacing it with the mini skirt. It barely managed to cover much beyond her rear end, and I nodded as I saw it, "Good. Now, lose the vest. You're fine." I heard her sigh, taking it off, revealing all of her arms, shoulders, and an ample amount of her bosom in the process.

I smiled at her, holding her cloth under one arm before I said, "Oh, one last thing. May as well lose any underwear now. Don’t want them popping out and making a scene. I saw her gasp, surprised. After a moment, she nodded, pulling her bra off, followed by removing her G-string from under her skirt. I got to see a flash of her shaved bush in the process before the skirt just barely covered it up again. She handed me her underwear then, letting out a deep say, she inquired, "Ok, How’s this?"

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 bustier, giving it one more tug, which leads to her breasts almost popping out of her top and spilling out into view at least once.

I nod, and after a moment, I ask, “Looking better already. Now, how about that tour he spoke of before?” Tiffany looks up at me, and says, “Hmm? Oh, of course. .follow me!”

She hurries on ahead, and I have to rush to keep up, my high heals loud despite the carpet. She leads me through cubicles, and office spaces and answers my questions, and it does not take long for her to lead me back to the main atrium. With a smile, she declared, "This is where you are going to be spending most of your day... well, when you're not leading patients around, of course. I'll be here, making sure you get settled in.

I nodded back, noting her pointing at a guest-facing workstation and we made our way over, my high heels loudly announcing my presence, *clip-clopping* loudly each step upon the tile floor. I sat down, feeling my micro-mini skirt already starting to hike its way up but not daring to reach down to keep it in place, if only as it may not seem polite to do so.

I notice people looking our way, and I find myself wondering if anyone present had been at the clothing shoppe if it was because I was new, or just enjoying having something attractive to stare at...