Sarah enjoyed working for Franklin Law Partners. As a legal aide working to get her law degree it was expected that she would be available in those rare cases where work had to be done on the weekend. She didn't really mind when she had to come in on the weekend to get legal briefs ready for Monday because it made her a more valuable employee and increased the chances that she would be hired once she passed the bar exam.
She had planned on coming in Saturday morning, but when her Friday night date had backed out at the last minute she decided that since she was already dressed she might as well get a jump on preparing the brief.
She debated changing out of her dating outfit, but decided not to bother and just headed into work.
Arriving at the building housing the law offices she was admitted by the night security officer. After relocking the door he walked with her to the elevators. Actually he walked slightly behind her since that gave him the opportunity to check out her body without her noticing.
He liked what he saw. Sarah was a 23 years old brunette who had been on her college's basketball and track teams. She could have easily been on the cheerleading squad since she had a killer body and a pretty face. She had maintained her workout routine since graduation and still had a toned physique.
Her running provided her toned legs and her weightlifting supplied the muscles to give her a curvy shape. Somewhat unusual in someone who was so athletic she also sported a pair of large C or small D cup breasts, depending on who made the clothing she wore.
The outfit tonight was a pair of black yoga pants and a sequin embossed blouse that came down to the bottom of her butt. Her high-heels added to her normal 5'4" height giving her the appearance that she was closer to 5'7" or 8".
Although a cheap version of her blouse might have resembled a sleeveless T-shirt, there was no doubt that hers had not been purchased at a discount clothing store. Since the back of the blouse featured mesh design Sarah wasn't wearing a brasserie.
Approaching the elevators she caught the guard checking her out in the reflection of the polished elevator doors. Since she had been dressed to attract male attention it would have been a waste if he hadn't shown any interest. Besides he was kind of cute.
Reluctantly he left her as the doors closed behind her.
Any stray thoughts of her escort were discarded as she got ready to work on the brief. Gathering the necessary documentation she took her place at her computer. Spreading all the paperwork out revealed that she was going to need more table space. After a couple of minutes she decided that it would be easier if she just used the conference room computer. That way she could spread all the paperwork on the large table there.
Once she got everything organized to her satisfaction she started typing the brief. However the computer was set up on a lower stand than the one in her cubical. The lowered height meant she had to lean forward to type.
Everything was going okay until her left shoulder strap slipped down. Without thinking she tugged it back into position. A few minutes later it happened again. After a few more times she decided to just let it hang there.
A half hour or so into her task she happened to glance down and discovered that the combination of the loose strap and the low cut front of her blouse had allowed that side of her top to drop below her breast and now she was sitting in the company's conference room with her who left breast completely exposed. Embarrassed she quickly pulled the side of her blouse back up, immensely thankful that she was the only one there.
A little while later and the strap was once again dangling. A few more minutes and once again she discovered her breast was in plain sight.
The third time it happened she decided not to worry about it and left the top like it was. Actually it was kind of exciting to have her boob bared in the office. A stray thought, from what she had once heard described as 'the monkey brain' popped into her mind that it was too bad there wasn't any audience for her show. Then she thought, imagine if this had happened while she was out on her date. The people in the restaurant would have gotten dinner and a show. She couldn't stop a small giggle at the thought.
She discovered that getting back to work wasn't going to be as easy has she had expected. Her monkey brain which had been excited about her bosom being partially exposed in the place where she worked wasn't satisfied.
It started urging her to drop the other strap too. After all why get half a thrill when she could have the whole experience.
With shaking hands she reached up and slipped the right shoulder strap off her shoulder and let it drop. The top dropped, but not enough to reveal her other boobie. Her heart was racing as she forced herself to tug the top down further and further until at last both of her breasts were revealed.
By this point Sarah's whole body was quivering. The rational part of her mind couldn't believe she was sitting some place other than in her home topless. And this was not just any place, but the conference room of the company where she was employed.
If anyone saw her she would certainly lose her job and probably be sued. In any case the story would spread like wildfire through the legal establishment and she could kiss her career as a lawyer goodbye.
On the other hand another the monkey in her head was doing mental cartwheels. She had never been a wild person and even tonight's attire had been a stretch for her. Now she was half nude where she worked.
Getting back to work was going to have to wait. The cartwheeling part of her mind now asked, "what are you going to do to top this?"
The protest from her rational mind was ignored. She thought about it. Well she might as well push this topless thing a little further. After considering various options she made a decision.
She stood up and before she could change her mind, pulled the top completely off her body. Clutching the garment in front of her bare chest and trembling she eased over to the doorway and despite knowing there wasn't anybody else around she peeked around the door frame to make sure. Gathering her courage she made herself step out.
And nothing happened.
What to do now? Emboldened with her success she cautiously slipped over to her own cubicle. Holy shit! Just imagine if this were a normal weekday. She decided she would leave her blouse sitting on her desk and step back into the passageway. Then the monkey made a suggestion. It told her that there was something better to do with it.
She made herself walk over into her supervisor's office and set it on her desk. However another thought occurred to her. Reaching into the hiding place where her boss, Mrs. Eakins, kept the key to her filing cabinets, Sarah unlocked the file cabinet closest to the window and placed her blouse inside. Then she locked the cabinet and returned to key to it's hiding place.
"Okay, that's enough for now. I've got to get back to work on that brief," she thought. For once the monkey didn't protest.
An hour later she had made surprising progress on her task. In addition she had become used to her lack of clothing. However that monkey was back. It knew that one of her goals was to be trusted enough to be asked to make a presentation in this very conference room.
She reasoned I'm here why not get some practice.
She walked up to the dais. She picked up the controller and used it to dim the room's standard lighting. A second button turned on the spotlight.
With the spotlight shining on her she noticed that anyone up here was unable to see them if there had been anyone else in the room.
"I wonder if that makes it easier or harder when you're up here," she wondered.
Since she had been working on the brief she chose to speak on the matter to which it pertained. She began with a quick overview. Followed this with a point by point presentation and ended it with a brief summary. When she finished she felt that she had done a very competent delivery.
That's when the clapping started.
Sarah froze, then she jerked her hands up in front of her breasts. Covering them with one arm she reached for the controller and trembling she tapped the button to bring up the room lights. Her heart sank when she recognized her boss, Mrs. Eakins standing by the door.
"Good job, Sarah. Very well presented. I particularly like your attention grabbing devices."
"Oh, damn! I am so sorry, Mrs, Eakins. My date canceled at the last minute tonight so I decided to work on the brief instead. I didn't bother to change and while typing on the computer my top kept slipping down so I just took it off. Then I decided to do a trail presentation to see if what I had been working on would work."
"I must congratulate you. You did an excellent job. Just out of curiosity, where is your blouse?"
"If I promise to just leave and never come back could we forget this every happened?" Sarah pleaded.
"This is getting interesting. Just where is your blouse Sarah?"
"It's in one of the filing cabinets in your office," Sarah quietly confessed.
"Well, that brings up a lot of questions. First why is it in my filing cabinet? Two, how did it get in my filing cabinet? And three, when and how were you planning to get it out of my filing cabinet?"
Recognizing that she was out of options Sarah asked, "Have you ever heard of something called 'the monkey brain'?"
"Yes I have. Supposedly it's the part of the brain that wants to take chances."
"Well my monkey suggested I spice up my evening by placing my blouse in your filing cabinet so if something happened it would be harder to get dressed."
"Okay," Mrs, Eakins said thoughtfully. "So how did you get it in there?"
"I overheard you telling one of the others that you had a spare key hidden in your desk. I found it and put my blouse in there."
"Okay, Sarah, here's what I think we need to do. First why don't you drop your arm. It must be getting tired and I've already seen what it's concealing."
Reluctantly Sarah did as she was instructed.
"You have beautiful boobs, Sarah," Mrs. Eakins noted. "Next I think we should let your monkey out to play some more. Therefore I think you should remove your pants."
"You want me to do what?" Sarah asked in shock.
"It's not what I want you to do. It's what your monkey wants you to do. I'll bet that monkey is practically screaming for you to be even more daring. Personally I'm torn between called out boss and reporting you, however my monkey wants some excitement and I'm inclined to go along with it. But it's your decision."
Even with all that was going on Sarah recognized that the way Mrs. Eakins had phrased her words meant that she was not forcing Sarah to remove her pants. In fact if she did it, it would be Sarah's own decision. On the other hand if she didn't then Mrs. Eakins might very well call their boss. So without another word Sarah slipping her fingers in the waistline of her yoga pants and pushed them down her legs. Balancing herself with one hand on the podium she slipped off her heels and removed the pants.
"Your monkey probably is telling you to take off your panties too, isn't he?"
In for a penny in for a pound, Sarah thought.
If a few seconds she was totally naked. She hadn't been the nude outside her apartment since college.
"I would think the monkey wants you to put your heels back on, Sarah," Mrs. Eakins suggested.
When Sarah had complied Mrs. Eakins continued. "How far are you along with your brief?"
"I just need to type up the final version," she replied.
"By the way, where were you and your date supposed to be going tonight?"
"I thought he was going to take me to Zipper's. But he called to tell me that he had to work tonight. I think that's what gave me to idea to come in here."
"Where does he work?"
"Canyon's over on Rock Street."
To her surprise Mrs. Eakins started laughing. "My husband works at Canyon's Nobody's working there tonight. They're having a company party. Who was supposed to take you out?"
"Phillip . . "
Mrs. Eakins interrupted, "Phillip Head, tall, ruggedly handsome, mustache and goatee?"
"Yeah," Sarah said puzzled.
"I hate to be the one to tell you, but Phillip is married. My husband and the others thought he was probably playing around on his wife just from the way he acts around the office."
"Son-of-a-bitch!"
"Tell you what, since you had planned on eating at Zipper's let me call one of the food delivery companies to pick us up something and bring it here. What do you like?"
