The Turn in the Sauna

Claudia could feel the men’s eyes resting on her naked body. Some already had obvious erections; others were staring openly between her legs. The atmosphere was growing increasingly oppressive. She knew that she now had to either lose control or do something.

She sat up straight, took her arms away from her chest, and put on her most professional expression. Her voice sounded calm and clear, as if she were chairing a board meeting:

“Yes, exactly, gentlemen. I wanted to get some feedback from you. I know this is unusual. But we’re all adults, after all, and we’ve been working for this company for so long. We’re a family, aren’t we? So… out with it. What’s not working here?”

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then the men began to speak hesitantly.

At first, their comments were still cautious—about lengthy decision-making processes and poor communication between departments. But the longer they talked, the more candid they became. A maintenance worker complained about the new shift schedules; a technician complained about missing materials and poor planning. An older employee from warehouse logistics said bluntly that many in middle management “no longer understood the reality on the ground.”

Claudia sat there completely naked the whole time, listening. She nodded, occasionally asked follow-up questions, and tried to appear professional. But her body gave her away. Unconsciously, she kept spreading her legs whenever she leaned forward to better understand someone. Every time she spread her thighs, her smoothly shaved pussy was clearly visible—the plump labia, the narrow slit, and the slight sheen that had formed from the heat. Several men stared directly at it while they spoke. Some discreetly rubbed their erections.

For 45 minutes, Claudia sat naked in front of the twenty men and listened to their criticism. Her breasts were visible the entire time, her nipples hard, and her pussy was on display with almost every movement. As time went on, the men became increasingly direct—both in their words and in their glances.

When she finally stood up and said she’d be happy to continue the conversation at a later time, most of the men were already highly aroused. Claudia left the sauna cabin as gracefully as possible, even though her heart was pounding in her throat.

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In the lobby, she hastily pulled on her bathrobe. As she walked toward the front desk, a photographer suddenly appeared, a camera slung around his neck. He recognized her immediately.

“Ms. Bergmann? What just happened here? We heard that you’re actually closed today, but suddenly a lot of your employees are here… and so are you.”

Claudia was completely taken by surprise. The last 45 minutes had been mentally exhausting. Before she could really think, she heard herself say:

“That was… the naked truth. A new exchange format I brought back from Sweden. The goal is unhindered, open communication. Without hierarchies. Without clothes. Just honest feedback.”

The photographer stared at her for a moment, then slowly raised his camera.

“Can I quote that?”

Claudia nodded briefly and hurried out of the sauna.

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Julia kept an eye on the news feed all evening. At first, nothing happened. No scandal, no outcry. She was already furious because her plan had backfired so completely.

It wasn’t until the next morning that an article appeared in the *Handelsblatt*. It featured a photo of Claudia—with a sauna towel wrapped around her chest—standing in front of the sauna and talking to the photographer. The headline read:

**“The Naked Truth”—Claudia Bergmann Tests a New Communication Format**

The article described the businesswoman’s “unusual but courageous experiment,” in which she deliberately sought to break down hierarchies and promote open communication. It was portrayed as innovative and modern. Some comments below the article even praised her courage and willingness to break new ground.

Julia sat in front of her laptop, seething with rage.

Once again, Claudia had managed to turn a potentially humiliating situation into something positive for herself. Instead of coming across as the naked, humiliated boss, she was now being celebrated as a courageous, progressive leader.

Julia slammed her laptop shut.

Her plan had backfired spectacularly.

And Claudia was once again in a better position than before.

The next morning, shortly after nine, Julia’s cell phone rang. She hadn’t slept well and stared at the screen for a while before opening the message.

It was an email from the CIO, Dr. Markus Feldmann. The subject line was brief and to the point:

Subject: Unusual Access to Ms. Claudia Bergmann’s Systems – Clarification Meeting Today at 7:00 p.m.

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Dear Ms. Bergmann,

As you may already know, your stepmother, Ms. Claudia Bergmann, contacted me personally last night. She reported unusual changes to her digital calendar as well as emails that she did not write or receive herself.

Our security department immediately reviewed the access logs. Initial analyses show clear anomalies and unauthorized access to Ms. Claudia Bergmann’s account. Our staff has already found initial evidence pointing to external or internal interference.

Since you, as a co-partner, also have extensive system privileges, I ask that you come by our IT office in person tonight at 7:00 p.m. We would like to clarify these incidents together with you.

Should you fail to attend this meeting, I will be forced to escalate the matter directly to the full Executive Board.

Sincerely,

Dr. Markus Feldmann

IT Director

Bergmann Luxus AG

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Julia read the email twice. A chill ran down her spine.

She had expected that Claudia would eventually notice that someone had tampered with her calendar. But she had underestimated how quickly Claudia would involve the IT Director and how clear the evidence already was.

Even as she was reading the email, another message came in—this time from Peter.

Peter:

I just got a call from Feldmann. He’s already sent me the initial analysis. The access logs can be traced back relatively clearly. It doesn’t look good.

Be there on time tonight at 7 p.m. And think carefully beforehand about what you want to say. Feldmann isn’t an idiot. He won’t let this go.

Julia let her phone slip from her hand.

The sauna plan had backfired.

And now Claudia had even set the IT department on her. She sat there, staring at the screen, and felt the pressure slowly but noticeably mounting.

For the first time since the start of her vendetta, she had the feeling that things were slowly spiraling out of control.