(This story is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such.)
It was another normal day in the office at Dunder-Mifflin. Stanley was working on his daily crossword puzzle. Meredith looked around to make sure nobody was watching while she pulled a bottle of vodka from her desk drawer and poured it into her coffee mug. Kevin was making a pig of himself, munching on a chocolate candy bar. Andy was at his desk, singing some stupid song. And Pam and Jim were making faces at each other while watching Erin in her short skirt, make several trips back and forth to the copy machine, flashing her pink panties every chance she got.
It was a game the cute receptionist had been playing for quite awhile with the Halperts, breaking up the monotony of another boring day at the office. She liked showing off her cute little tushy, and Pam and Jim enjoyed playing the role of voyeurs, catching glimpses of the young redhead flashing her undies.
The young couple weren't the only ones watching Erin. Kevin was at his desk getting an eyeful as well. The chubby, balding accountant quietly sat there enjoying the show that Erin was putting on. He was getting turned on and had to share it with his co-worker, Oscar.
"Psst...psst...Hey Oscar, check out Erin. You can see her underwear."
He giggled as he let his friend in on the free show. However, Oscar wasn't interested, and scolded the childish man, telling him it wasn't polite to stare.
A few feet away at her desk, Angela heard the two guys conversation, and turned to see what all the fuss was about. The prudish blonde wasn't too thrilled to see Erin flaunting her cute little butt as she was bent over at the copy machine, giving everyone a glimpse of her pink panties.
She rolled her eyes, pursing her lips at the thought of everyone going gaga over the little showoff. The no-nonsense blonde accountant quickly rose from her desk, before marching into Michael Scott's office to complain.
Rapping on the door, the office bitch wasn't about to let the little tramp get away with her sexual teasing. There was a certain office etiquette and rules of decency that had to be followed. Angela didn't think Erin was doing either with her performance by the copier. She barged in on Michael, demanding he do something about the moral decay of the office staff.
Waking up from a nap at his desk, it was fair to say Michael was caught off guard by Angela's complaint.
"Moral decay?"
The prissy little blonde pointed back towards the office, frustrated with the branch manager's lack of awareness to what was going on.
Michael showed little interest in Angela's protest. It was probably the hundredth straight day that she's lodged some sort of complaint. Her act was growing tiresome. He figured he'd just nod his head in agreement, telling her he'd get right on whatever was pissing her off, then show her the door so that he could get back to his nap.
"I'm talking about your receptionist!"
"Are you aware that she's out there in her short skirt, putting on a slutty display, showing off her butt?"
Suddenly Michael perked up, walking over and peering through the blinds to get a glimpse of his cute receptionist. He always thought Erin had a cute little butt.
It turns out Angela was exaggerating. Erin was still by the copier, putting on her innocent show, barely flashing her pink panties.
"Ah yes! Erin seems to be showing off her cute little tushy. Thanks for bringing it to my attention. I'll have to have a talk with her."
Angela wasn't satisfied with his response.
"Cute tushy?! She's just being a little whore! I want to know what you're going to do about it. She needs to be disciplined!"
Michael had no intention of having a "talk" with Erin, he just said it to please Angela and get her off his back. As a matter of fact, he was enjoying the little show that his new receptionist was putting on. He never moved from his spot peering through the blinds.
Unfortunately, Angela wouldn't let it go.
"Michael, you have to do something! We can't allow her to just prance around the office HALF-NAKED!!"
The prissy blonde accountant may have been overreacting, but Michael realized that she wouldn't get off his back until he responded. He pouted as he returned to his desk, whining like a little baby.
"Alright, alright! I'll talk to her. Geez!"
He hit the intercom button, giving Angela a dirty look, for forcing him to take action.
"Erin, would you step into my office, please?"
Angela stood there with her arms folded, and a stern look on her face. She appreciated that Michael listened to her complaint, but wasn't convinced he was actually going to follow through with some form of punishment. She wasn't leaving until she was satisfied that the office flirt would be dealt with fairly.
Erin peeked her head in the door, thinking she might have interrupted something between her boss and Angela. She wasn't sure why she was called in.
"You wanted to see me, Michael?"
The question was meant for both of them. She glanced back and forth between the two, more intimidated by Angela's stern demeanor. She was aware of her reputation as the office bitch, and her daily complaints. She wondered if she did anything wrong.
Michael was seated at his desk, while Angela looked on with a menacing scowl. He had to address her promiscuous behavior, even though he kinda liked it.
"It's come to my attention that you've been teasing some of your fellow workers, by lifting up your skirt and showing off your cute little behind."
Erin knew what he was talking about, but considered it to be nothing mire than innocent flirting. She didn't think it was that big of deal, especially with Michael giving her a compliment. The naïve receptionist just smiled back at her boss, unaware that she was in any type of trouble.
"Thanks Michael! Do you really think it's cute?"
She turned around, sticking her butt out, giving him a quick glimpse of her pink cotton panties, much like she did by the copy machine moments earlier, to everyone
in the office.
"Well yes....very nice...very nice indeed...but we have a certain code of conduct that we have to abide by here at Dunder-Mifflin."
Angela couldn't stand that the innocent redhead might possibly get away with this. She couldn't stand by without saying something.
"We can't have you flashing your ass like some cheap whore."
Suddenly Erin's smile was gone. It was apparent that Angela witnessed her playful flirting game and didn't care for it. The stern bitch from accounting wanted to put an end to all of their fun and games. The innocent redhead looked at Michael with some sad eyes. Surely he didn't share Angela's side in this. It was all just good clean fun.
"I'm sorry Erin. Angela has a point. We can't condone that type of behavior."
The young receptionist quickly apologized, fearful that her job was in jeopardy.
"I'm sorry, Michael. I promise it won't happen again. I didn't realize I was out of line."
She was actually apologizing to both of them, glancing back and forth between her boss and Angela. By the ornery look that her blonde co-worker was giving her, she sensed that she was in trouble.
Angela picked up on the innocent young lady's fear, staring at Erin, trying to make her even more uncomfortable. She took great delight in seeing her tremble with nervousness.
"We don't accept promises from whores! Do we, Michael?"
Michael Scott didn't want to interrupt the bissy blonde. He was also intimidated by the strict accountant.
