Bring Them To Tiffany

I look up at them, and tell them, "I have an even better idea. Follow me!" Inquired, they follow, machines grins the only sign of what's on their mind.

Remembering how close Tiffany's desk was to the waiting room, I quietly act like I'm secreting them away someplace, even as I quietly bring them to Tiffany's semi-private section of the office, just off the main drag. As I walk up, I see her look my way and smile. I smile back her way and say "I have a couple of gentlemen who are here to see you. There's hear on a private matter, and thought you could help them with it. I see her notice the two young males, shooting them a smile as they came into view and extending her right arm to give them a handshake. As she does so, she speaks up saying, "I'd love to help in any way I can. What brings you in to see me today?"

As she asks, I see a naughty look exchanged between the two of them, before one speaks up while shaking her hand, "Yes, we conducting a survey for our class on just how revealing an outfit female secretaries, like yourself, would be willing to wear on the job?"

I watch as she blushed, taking a moment to respond, "Well, I think this is about it. Bustier top and mini skirt. I'm not wearing a bra or g-string if that helps."

I see him become rather intruded at the last comment, as his companion acted as though taking notes. "Well then... Tiffany? Tiffany, Are you willing to undress for us? It's for our class. I watch, as she crossed her legs while sitting at the desk, before replying, "Well, If it helps your class I guess. I watch as she stands up, and starts undoing her top before them. I watch as it falls down onto the floor, and notice her decent-sized jugs bounce erotically as they came free. I saw her stand there casually, playing with her hair in almost a flirtatious movement, before unzipping her mini skirt and letting that drop to her feet with it. I watched as they gestured for her to rotate around, and she did so slowly and without protest. His companion acted as though taking notes, occasionally pulling out a camera and snapping a photo here and there.

She rotates around once, stopping and leaning forward on her cubicle entrance, before asking, "Anything else I could do to help?"

He takes a moment, before responding, "Oh, just one more question. Would you be willing to . ..