The meeting

A woman who is found to be in violation of any part of this law shall be arrested immediately. In order to hasten arrests, an Administrative Warrant—rather than a Judicial one—shall be an acceptable document with which to carry out such an arrest.

10:30 arrived sooner than Jane would have liked, but Dan still hadn't sent her the forms she needed for the meeting. Well, nothing to do about it now. After sending him a quick reminder, she took her laptop under one arm and walked to the meeting.

By the time Jane got there, the meeting room was filled with men in suits, sitting around a table. They all eyed Jane's nude body as she walked in, a couple even glancing at her pussy. Rude bastards, staring at her when she was exposed like this. There was one seat left, on one side of the table, directly between two men. Jane carefully pulled the chair out, sat down (this one's seat was made of hard wood, and it felt uncomfortable on her bare butt). A few more men looked over at Jane's pussy, which Jane suddenly realized was much more exposed now that she was sitting. She quickly crossed her legs to cover it, flushing and awkwardly scooting herself forward through the table.

Jane glanced around the table. At its head was Bob, her supervisor, who was leading the meeting. On her left was Greg, a man who was stick-thin. The portly man on her right was Jake. She knew he couldn't help it, but his width did put his arm uncomfortably close to her body, and the thickness of his meaty arm compared to her slender, bare one gave her pause for thought. She tightened her legs nervously.

Bob began the meeting, Jane tried to ignore the men glancing at her nubile body every so often. They went over quarterly reports, half-year reports, and projections for future revenue, sharing four- and six- year plans (five-year plans had been banned by the new administration for being "too communist"). Finally, at 10:57 they asked for Jane to give them Dan's reports. He still hadn't sent them.

"It would appear my subordinate hasn't sent them", Jane explained, the room's attention turned to her, and she tried to ignore how naked she was, how **** she felt in that room full of men.

"Now hold on," said a man from across the room whose name Jane didn't know, "what do you mean he hasn't sent them?"

"He appears not to have," Jane repeated, shifting in her seat. The office men had been glancing her way on a semi-regular basis all through the meeting, but now she was talking, and they were looking at her attentively, obviously glad to have an excuse to look directly at her naked form. Their eyes stayed mostly on her face, but frequently darted down to her bare breasts or shoulders. Had they no decency? She was sitting there in her birthday suit, in front of all of them, and they were just staring at her body. She reflexively crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly **** to cover herself, and leaned forward, "I can tell you from the preliminary report that—"

The man slapped his hands down on the table, causing Jane to recoil, arms uncrossing from her chest.

"Can you even control your employees?" the man asked, eyeing Jane's newly exposed breasts, "you don't look like you can to me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Jane. She was rising from her chair now, her nudity suddenly the furthest thing from her mind. This man thought that she couldn't control her subordinates because of her appearance? Because she was naked? That she should lose her job just because of that sexist new law?

"Okay," said Bob, who had been watching this play out, "that's enough. Nick, calm down. Jane, please sit before we see the rest of...never mind".

Nudity remembered, Jane looked down at her body. Her vulva was completely exposed, and she quickly sat down, flushing. Her pussy had been exposed all morning in much the same way, but for Bob to point it out to everybody, to have her vulnerability, her nudity loudly announced to the room, was humiliating. She carefully crossed her legs over her vagina once again, ensuring that nobody would be able to see it for the rest of the meeting. She again fought the urge not to cover herself with her arms, leaving them at her sides, her bare torso completely exposed to the prying eyes of her coworkers, who continued glancing her way for the rest of the meeting.