Promotion

"Listen, I am so sorry. I was entirely out of line. I should never have let **** carry me that far. I'll pack my things, and get out in an hour. Just don't call the police." Tiffany begged over the phone. Beatrice laughed. "Police? Why would I do that? You put on quite a show. Grabbed everyone's attention. It wasn't technically a public space, so the police wouldn't arrest you. And it was an off hours event, with drinks involved. Some level of lewd behavior was expected." Beatrice explained. "Besides, I rather enjoyed the spectacle. It requires an unthinkable level of courage to pull off what you managed. You went strutting around the office stark naked like it meant nothing!"

Tiffany blushed. "Well, I wasn't technically naked. I was wearing a necklace, and some shoes..." Tiffany answered shyly. Beatrice suddenly got serious. "Well, more specifically about your speech. It got me thinking. If I lose old relationships my father and grandfather spent many years building, that undermines almost all their efforts. I should respect their work, while continuing mine. So I'll be creating a new office focused entirely on maintaining our relationships. This way, we can have our agents focused on recruitment more, with the retention department focusing on keeping what we have. It will slow our growth, but I think it would prove much more beneficial over time." There was a pause before Beatrice continued. "To put it simply, so long as the new department is created, would you be interested in taking the position? You seem to have done an overwhelming amount of research into this issue, and have plenty of drive and passion. I couldn't think of anyone better."

Taken aback, Tiffany couldn't respond immediately. She sat paused for a moment. "Lead a new department? I would absolutely love to! This is everything I could want! Where would the new office be?" Tiffany questioned eagerly. Beatrice laughed. "Hold up. It's still very much at the 'If' stage of approval. These things take time. But knowing you want it does help. Thank you very much." Beatrice thanked. Tiffany smiled giddily over the phone. "No, Thank you. You could have fired me. But instead you promoted me. I had you all wrong. My bad for saying all those awful things." Tiffany apologized. She couldn't remember the specifics, but she did remember insulting Beatrice.

"Well, I am still a little hurt about that. I'll respect you as another colleague, but calling me a 'Bimbo' in front of the bulk of the staff does sting." Tiffany winced, before asking "Is there anything I can do? I don't want that to be my first impression. Let me start over. Please."

"Well, if you insist, I suppose I'd be willing to forgive it eventually. In due time. But I do have to make another phone call. Sorry to leave so soon." Beatrice responded. Tiffany could feel her already moving to hang up the phone. And remembered her situation, blushing. "Wait! Could you... Err... call someone up to bring some clothes to my office? I wasn't thinking straight, and passed out in the closet instead of going home." Tiffany pleaded. She twiddled the phone line in her finger, hoping that despite her harsh words, Beatrice could pity her enough to call for some clothes.

"You never left? That's impressive. But, I am a busy woman. I'll send you an e-mail about the specifics of the plan at a later date. Good luck." Beatrice said, the click of the phone hanging up ringing in Tiffany's ear. "Shit. Now I really don’t have any other options.” Tiffany thought to herself, her cheeks reddening to a strawberry red.

"Well, one thing left to do." Tiffany said, standing from her chair.

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"Hey Tiffany! I got your e-mail, and-“ Tiffany’s boss Gary began, stopping in his tracks as he noticed she was wearing nothing except her dress shoes and necklace. Kristy was seated across the desk, staring bewildered at Tiffany’s nude form. “...You never left last night did you?” Gary questioned, shaking his head. Tiffany blushed, clutching her breasts with her right arm as she walked into the room.

“Err... I guess I got a tad bit carried away last night... I don’t suppose either of you has something to wear do you?“ Tiffany meekly answered, an awkward smile raising to her lips. Both shook their heads. “Whatever I give you leaves me indecent to some extent. And I doubt anyone will be in a hurry to give you something. Because... Well...” Gary began, trying to find the right words.

“Because it’s fun. Whatever. I can’t work like this. I’ll be too distracted. I’m going home early, to wash up and err... find some clothes to put on.” Tiffany stated matter-of-factly.

With that, Tiffany began her embarrassing streak to her car in the parking garage. She streaked down the hall, having given up on taking anything more than her keys and purse. Upon reaching the elevator, she was met with an open door with another 4 people inside. The four smirked in her direction, with the woman in the corner failing to cover her laugh. Tiffany barely managed to avoid laughing back, as she stepped into the car while keeping her hands firmly placed over her front to hide her body.

As she rode down, the woman next to her tapped her on the shoulder. “Well, I have to ask. Where are your clothes?” She asked curiously. Tiffany blushed, before explaining. “...I had too much to drink last night, and ended up stripping naked at a company party. I guess I thought it was a good idea to throw away my clothes, too.”

The woman laughed for a moment, before responding. “Well, that’s pretty unusual. Are you planning on walking through the lobby like that?” Tiffany blushed, realizing she would likely pass several people on the small distance between the tower entrance and the parking garage. “...Guess I have to.”

Tiffany decided at the ground floor that stealth was no longer an option, and uncovered her breasts and pussy, running full speed ahead. Many began taking in the entertaining spectacle of Tiffany’s naked streak, with some laughter cropping up as the small group of twenty in the lobby watched her boobs and ass jiggle with each step.

“What kind of woman streaks an office building?” A man questioned, bewildered.

“Lookin’ good honey!” The janitor exclaimed, offering her thumbs up in support.

“What an ass...” one man said aloud, as he watched Tiffany run past, nearing the front door.

“What’s the hurry? Afraid someone might take a picture so it will last longer?” One woman taunted as Tiffany escaped through the front door. But once outside, Tiffany suddenly wished she was back in the comfort of the tower. Between her and the parking garage, were two busy sidewalks, and five stopped lanes of traffic. Taking a deep breath, Tiffany continued and sprinted down the steps to the sidewalk, attracting attention as she neared the street.

“Good lord she’s naked!” One old woman exclaimed.

“I’m a blessed man today, to see such sights.” An older man said to himself.

Tiffany pushes past the crowd on the street, offering a “Excuse me...” as she weaved through. Then, a car honked at her as she ran past, which was followed by many more horn honks and waving hands. With all the noise, anyone who hadn’t already noticed her had turned their heads in her general direction. Even those in apartments above craned their necks downward, their eyes falling on the unfortunate streaker.

What followed was a cacophony of whistles, cheers, laughter, pointing, and horn-honking. All the confusion and attention she received left her so bewildered that she almost missed seeing someone start to pull out her phone. “Wait a minute! If someone sees my face, I could lose my job!” Tiffany thought to herself, as she threw her purse over her face. She blushed as she heard a click, knowing her naked body was now immortalized on a phone.

Now across the street, Tiffany ducked into the parking garage, and sprinted up the ramp a ways before coming to her car. She unlocked the door, and for the first time in almost a full day, Tiffany found sanctuary.