She flashes him and keeps going

"What was a difficult scenario you've had to encounter during your time at our office?" Mr. Dieters continued the interview.

"Well," Nicola untucked her blouse from the skirt and unbuttoned it, deciding to recount a sanitized version of what Priscilla had done - was doing - "I've always been afraid of being judged, especially from a broken family and in a male-dominated profession such as this," she spread the halves of her blouse apart and went into the waistband of the skirt to free all the shirts underneath, "in fact, I've been so afraid and unhappy of myself and my career path that sometimes I just feel like getting naked, you know?"

Nicola used that as her cue to grab the hems of all the shirts she still had on and pull them up to her bra, and take the bra up as well to show off her light-brown nipples to Mr. Dieters.

"Huh, I see..." Mr. Dieters wrote down in his notepad and gave no more than a passing glance at Nicola.

Nicola was, if anything, almost insulted by Mr. Dieters's indifference to her body, and she continued by kicking off the boots and pulling the last pair of socks from her feet, rubbing her bare soles on the carpet with the top of her dainty toes just inches from the soles of Dieters's harsh black patent leather.

"One last question for you before I turn it over to you," Mr. Dieters continued as Nicola shrugged the blouse and shirts off, "do you see yourself as a strategist or a tactician?"

"Well, that's a very loaded question," Nicola stood up and unclasped her bra, throwing it on the pile of her clothes, "this promotion, I take it, it at the level where tactics must give way to strategy, and I've had to do both at all my time here. Tactics for the men on the line, strategy for the higher-ups, you know?"

Nicola grinned like a Cheshire cat as she dug her thumbs in the waistbands of all her remaining garments, from the skirt down to the thong underwear abutting her pussy. It was a veritable stack still surrounding her waist, but she warmed up at the thought of letting it all go down at once and leaving her butt naked in the office, something unthinkable less than 18 hours ago.

"Alright then, thanks for all that," Mr. Dieters concluded, "now I'll leave it to you to ask any questions you might have for us."

"Absolutely!" Nicola gave a little push and commenced the cascade of all her bottoms falling off her waist and pooling at her ankles, leaving her stark naked in front of the man, "how great of an impact do you think people have on the company at this level compared to lower levels?"

"You know, I'm really glad you asked that question, Miss Ramakrishnan," Mr. Dieters's eyes followed Nicola's nude form catwalk-strutting from her chair over to his, but did nothing lecherous, "most applicants only care about the pay and the drinking opportunities, but you actually care about the bottom line and the big picture."

"Why do you think I wanted this opportunity?" Nicola went over to the right arm of Mr. Dieters's chair and half-sat on it, her naked body leaning in slightly to his suited form.

"Well," Mr. Dieters made no comment of this intimacy as he and she shook hands, "it was a real pleasure interviewing you. We'll let you know about the next steps."

"Perfect, thank you!" Nicola got up and went to gather her clothes when she noticed Priscilla standing at the office door and grinning madly at her.