The CEO

"Hello?" Tiffany awkwardly answered.

A voice laughed from over the phone. It seemed to belong to a woman Tiffany could recognize, but not name. "Hello, this is Beatrice Boyer. You may remember me from the... event yesterday."

Tiffany felt a memory resurge. She recalled meeting the CEO, having a few drinks and laughs, but not much else. She could still make out that there had been conversation about something important. "Yes, it was very pleasant meeting with you. Thank you for the wonderful time." Tiffany lied. She regretted ever going, now that she was in this mess.

Another laugh came through the phone, this one heartier. "Oh, I know you had a fantastic time for the most part. Not that I or many others remember much of it, but I do remember your speech. Quite daring, and err... inspiring. In a way."

Tiffany blushed, feeling grateful for the compliment. But she couldn't recall ever planning a speech, nor giving one at any point in the night. "Err... Sorry to ask, but I do not recall giving a speech. Could you fill me in? I must have said something while I was... ****." Tiffany questioned, carefully maintaining her business tone.

Beatrice scoffed through the phone. "Oh! Where do I even start? Well, you very adamantly demanded the microphone, and began giving a spill about the company ideals. Nothing unheard of, and everyone was not the least bit surprised at someone making an unplanned speech. But where things got interesting, is when you changed tones entirely. You berated every rule, executive, my father, even myself for one portion. Claiming we all had become stuck in our ways, treating long-term clients like old dish rags because of their loyalty. You actually cited evidence too, saying how our new policies left one company completely in the lurch when they looked to us for assistance, and we were unable to provide any help at all."

Tiffany stared forward wide-eyed. "Wow. I uhh... I said all that? Oh my god..." Tiffany said, bewildered.

"Yep. Really had us on the ropes. But uhh... The end of the speech was the kicker. Really left an impression almost nobody could forget. I got a video from someone. Check your e-mail." Beatrice confirmed.

Tiffany gulped, as she unlocked her computer. In seconds, she navigated to her e-mail, and caught sight of a video link sent directly from the CEO's own address. She stared at the screen, watching the scene unfold before her.

On the small, well-lit stage positioned in the middle of the office, Tiffany was slurring her words slightly as she made her way through the last few words of her impromptu speech. The crowd before her and music around her had went silent, absorbed in her words.

"...There is no excuse for this. The Pittman family's business is closed. Their legacy ruined, in the ground. All because we took their undying loyalty for granted. If killing a family's 78 year old business is part of what this company stands for, you should be ashamed of yourselves. You take everything from your most loyal clients. Their money, business, car, and house. Hell, you even take the clothes off their back when you hang them out to dry like you've done with the Pittman family. You stripped them bare. Left them without anything to call their own." Tiffany lamented to the crowd. Tiffany's current self cringed in embarrassment. But her embarrassment only got worse, as she watched the next segment unfold. The Tiffany on screen looked like she'd finally snapped mid-speech, and reached her hands down and gripped her pants, unbuttoning them.

"In fact, that's what it feels like you'll do to me. You'll leave me just as naked as you left them. Fire me on the spot when I walk in. No job, no more income. So I'll tell you what. I'm going out on my own terms." Tiffany exclaimed, shoving her jeans down to her ankles to a silent crowd and revealing some classic black panties. She then kicked the jeans off her legs, stepping on them to get them past her dress shoes. Now pants-less, she reached her hands up to the hem of her red shirt. "That's what it feels like when you start neglecting them. You pull their pants down, and expect them to beg you to pull their pants up." She explained.

Next, Tiffany pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a matching plain black bra. Now clad in only her underwear and shoes, she threw the shirt off to the side with her jeans. "But that's not enough. So you take the shirt off their back. Expect them to humiliate themselves to satisfy you because you make so much money, and they've been with you for so long. Surely they won't leave if they're still here."

Tiffany moved her hands behind her back. The current, already naked Tiffany watched in horror as her past self unbuckled her bra, and slid it off her shoulders with a few answering gasps and murmurs. She threw her arms into the air. "What? This is what you wanted isn't it? You don't care if you leave them with just a single garment to cover themselves. Doesn't matter if what they have is enough. Not your responsibility is it? Neither is this..." Tiffany began, reaching down to her panties. Tiffany's current self audibly said "Oh no..." As she watched the final garment get disposed of.

Past Tiffany pushed her panties down to her ankles unceremoniously, despite even more gasps and murmuring. "There it is! You've taken the bottom out from under them too! You see what our clients feel? What we see every time you watch it happen with no more than contempt?! This is what it feels like!" Tiffany stated defiantly, as if proving her point. She bent over slightly, scooping all her clothes into her hands with one hand, and continuing to talk with the microphone with the other. "So what do you do with this? If my clothes represent the loyalty I have to give. Now I will give my loyalty, which is represented by my clothes for those who aren't following, away. To someone else. What should any sane person do with it?" Tiffany questioned. She didn't wait for a response, and instead walked through the crowd, towards a far wall. "Here, Kristen. Hold these." Tiffany said to her office neighbor, handing her clothes over. "Now, you can do whatever you want with it. What do you want to do with my 'loyalty' Kristy?" Tiffany questioned. She extended the microphone in her direction.

"...Thanks. I err... I really like it. I also like your-" Kristy began, before being cut off by Tiffany. She turned around hastily, facing the other portion of the crowd, that had now gathered in a circle around the naked woman. Her boobs swayed slightly with the sudden motion, and her butt jiggled slightly as well. "Excellent answer! Cherish it! Hold it dear! Wear it with pride! Keep it! Prize it! It is my decision to give my 'Loyalty' to Kristy. Now she has an extra outfit! My clothes, or 'loyalty', gives her benefits! She can lend them to others, use for herself, whatever she wants! It leaves me **** though. I mean, now I'm naked, in front of the whole office!" Tiffany explained, mocking shock. She quickly clutched her breasts with her right arm, and sent her left hand down below to cover her pussy. "Look at all these people Kristy! They're looking at me all nakey and bare! I need help Kristy! Help me!" Tiffany exclaimed in a sarcastically distressed tone, much to the amusement of a few people around the circle. Kristy looked shocked, and seemed ****, but extended the clothes back in Tiffany's direction. "H-here."

Tiffany snatched the clothes back, and instantly let go of her embarrassed façade by uncovering her boobs and pussy. Kristy stared straight towards her coworker's D cup breasts, failing to blink in bewilderment. "Thank you Kristy! I can get dressed now, and avoid being left naked and embarrassed!" Tiffany thanked her neighbor with a smile, before reengaging the crowd. She tucked her clothes underneath her arm, clearly in no hurry to put them on.

"What did Kristy do here? I gave her my clothes, because I was feeling fairly generous. I never arranged a deal with her. I never tried to swindle her. She could have walked off, and left me here. Would have made me look a fool, but entirely her decision. What Kristy showed us, is that logically, you take 'loyalty', and give it back. Then we can keep this exchange up, each of us using my clothes when its most benefecial. I can go home and get some new clothes on. Then, I give my loyalty back, and she loans it to a friend who stays over one night. It continues serving persons in need."

"Now, that's what any sane person would do. Or rather, what any person who is not short-term invested would do. This 'loyalty' can foster long-term, more beneficial relationships. In short term, these costs seem extravagant. I mean, why loan my clothes back? Why return them when she can use them herself? What does a short-term focused person do? Let's find out. Hmm... I need a volunteer..." Tiffany began, before pointing across the floor. "There! No person could be more perfect. The CEO of our wonderful company herself. Ms. Beatrice Boyer! Round of applause please!" Tiffany called out, as a staggering brunette in high heels, a dress skirt, and a dress jacket walked powerfully towards the circle formed near the wall. She waved as she passed by her employees, smiling out at the crowd. Her own level of intoxication was plainly visible in her eyes.

"Ms. Boyer. I would like to make a similar demonstration as my last one, but as my new volunteer I need you to follow some instructions before proceeding as you would normally. Is this okay?" Tiffany questioned. Beatrice nodded. "Well, what could it hurt. We're all here to have fun anyways."

Tiffany extended her gathered clothes towards Beatrice. "Now. We're going to do a bit of a skit here. To show where we are now, by comparison. Here you go Ms. Boyer. My loyalty. Now. What SHOULD you do with it?"

Beatrice stood dumbfounded for a moment. "Err... Well... Guessing off of what happened before, I should hold onto these." She answered. Tiffany nodded her head. "Right! Now, pretend I am one of your most humble clients. We've been in business for fifty years together. Partners in crime! I'm not an employee. I'm just a client. What do you do now? If you represent our company as it stands, what would normally be done?" Tiffany questioned, placing a hand on her hip.

After pondering for a moment, Beatrice answered "... I guess... Maybe I'll keep holding onto these for now."

Tiffany nodded. "Correct. You keep hold of it. Now, when I ask for my clothes back, I want you not to give them back. Instead, walk over to the garbage chute over there..." Tiffany said, pointing to the wall. "...And throw my clothes away. Don't listen to me. It's all an act. You got all that?" Tiffany explained, in a whisper (just loud enough for the camera to clearly hear) into Beatrice's ear. The CEO raised an eyebrow curiously, a smile raising to her lips. "Are you sure? Won't that leave you naked? Not to mention they're running a special garbage run straight to the dump after the party, so it won't overwhelm the weekly load. You won't have any chance of getting those back." Beatrice warned.

Tiffany shrugged. "Clothes can be replaced. Now..." Tiffany began, turning around. Suddenly, it seemed her embarrassment came back tenfold, as she clutched her breasts and stiffly held a hand over her pussy. "Oh my god! Where did all my clothes go?! Why is everyone staring at me?! Is that a camera?!" Tiffany exclaimed in quick bursts, with short, mock-embarrassed screams between her sentences. She suddenly turned back around. "OH. Ms. Boyer. S-sorry to dress indecently at the workplace. I have no idea what came over me..." Tiffany said, shifting her feet awkwardly. She smiled awkwardly towards Beatrice. "Hehe... Can I get my clothes back? I'd hate to bare all my skin any longer than I have to..." Tiffany begged.

Suddenly, a blank expression went over Beatrice's face. Like she was thinking something at a thousand times a second, and had nearly fried her brain in the process. The expression quickly left, replaced by a devious, proud smile. "You dare ask me for these clothes I was given? How dare you! I should keep this for myself. You are on your own, you naked peasant!" She sarcastically replied, already trotting towards the chute. Tiffany's current self snapped out of her daze. "Wait. What is she doing. Wait!" She audibly warned, having been so **** to halt the event from taking place that she forgot she was watching from a screen.

Tiffany's past and future self watched her shirt, jeans, bra, and panties disappear for good down the trash chute. Past Tiffany had begged the woman to stop, all in the name of a skit. Future, more sober Tiffany had begged that she hadn't actually done it. Past Tiffany wheeled around on the crowd, a horrified look in her eyes. With only a smile, she dropped the act and her arms, leaving her full-frontal naked body facing a large crowd. "See? You take their loyalty and toss it away. Now nobody can gain anything. Ms. Boyer has no clothes, or benefits, to loan, and I..." Tiffany said to the crowd, motioning towards her bare front. "...no clothes to wear. We are both screwed out of a good, symbiotic relationship."

Tiffany looked around the crowd, all eyes in the room staring in her direction. Based off looks alone, she guessed around 300 people were looking at her. Finally, after some moments, applause began to ring out, which caused her to blush. It was followed by cheering and whistling, and Tiffany began to laugh. "Well, now that you've taken my 'loyalty', I guess I should find my way home. See you guys tomorrow!" Tiffany stated to the crowd, before handing off the mic to someone else. The camera tracked Tiffany walking off towards the elevator, but instead of entering, she continued right past it and into the storage closet she awoke in.

"My whole office saw me naked. I stripped on the stage. I flaunted my body all over the floor. They've seen it all..." Tiffany murmured.

After staring blankly forward for a moment, Beatrice coughed over the phone. "Now that you've picked up on what happened, we can continue our conversation." She explained.