Monica Kelly silently slipped out of bed; trying not to wake him. She searched his bedroom floor for her panties, but couldn't find them anywhere. Most of the floor was littered with his own dirty clothes, but she spotted her bra lying by the doorway. Monica tiptoed across the floor and grabbed it, and quickly slipped it on.
Brandon, or was it Brendan- Monica couldn't remember, snored quietly as Monica searched for the rest of her clothes. She could see her skirt lying just outside the bedroom door, so she very stealthily scooped it up and slipped her legs inside it. She could put her panties on later when she found them.
"You want to get breakfast?"
Monica spun around to see Brandon or Brendan sitting up in bed, looking at her.
"Oh! No. I have to get to work."
"I didn't get your number," he said.
"I didn't give it."
Monica hurried out of the bedroom. Her purse was at the top of the stairs, right where she'd dropped it the previous night. She remembered he'd gotten her blouse off moments after entering his front door. A quick check down the stairway left Monica relieved to find it still there. Grabbing her purse, she quickly hurried down the stairs and put on her blouse and both of her heels which also lay nearby. She couldn't be out of this man's house soon enough.
It wasn't until she was outside that she finally felt a pang of regret. Brandon or Brendan wasn't a bad guy by any means, but she wasn't proud of what she'd done with him the previous night. She almost considered going back in to apologize, until she checked her phone and realized it was almost time for work. She had to make a call.
"Hey Shari. It's me. Do you think you could give me a ride to work today? I'm at-" she read the numbers on the side of the house, "8771 Clements. Yeah. I did some bad things last night. Appreciate it."
Shari had been Monica's best friend from work for the past three years, and Monica was sure she could trust her to keep her illicit hookup secret from her other coworkers. It wasn't long before Shari arrived and Monica got into her car.
"Bad things last night, huh?" Shari said teasingly as Monica got in. "I want details!"
Monica rolled her eyes. "I'd rather not relive them."
It was at that moment she remembered she hadn't retrieved her panties. They were still somewhere in Brandon or Brendan's bedroom. Evidently Monica would be going commando to work and her date had a souvenir of their tryst.
"Before we head into work, there's a quick stop we have to make," Shari said. She pulled into a corner store and went inside while Monica waited in the car. The voluptuous redhead emerged minutes later carrying three bottles of champagne.
"Champagne? What's the occasion?"
"I can't tellllll," Shari said teasingly. That was all Monica needed to hear.
"The Martinez deal went through?" Monica exclaimed.
Shari grinned ear to ear. "You didn't hear it from me!"
For months, Monica and Shari's company, J.T. Levinson, was in talks to buy out one of their biggest competitors, Martinez, Inc. If the deal went through, rumor had it that all of the Martinez employees would retain their jobs, but be moved into the empty office space on the floor below J.T. Levinsons'. It was a deal that would allow George Martinez to retire in luxury and allow J.T. Levinson to double their profits.
"That is SO exciting! I wonder what our bonus checks will be like!"
"Let's not count our chickens yet," Shari said. She pulled into the parking lot behind the Williams building and the two secretaries exited the car.
They caught the attention of most of the men in the office when they entered. Their male coworkers' eyes instinctively drifted towards the tight skirts as they undressed the attractive ladies with their eyes. And in just a few days time, they would not have to do this.
Monica's boss Albert Hosdale and Shari's boss David Carter were in the conference room. David's eyes lit up when Shari entered.
"Did you bring it?" he asked.
Shari held up one of the bottles of champagne and grinned.
"Get everyone in here! Monica, start pouring glasses!" he said.
Monica did as David asked and before long, the conference room was filled with most of the J.T. Levinson staff. Monica handed a glass to each employee as they entered. From the murmuring and muttering, it was apparent most of the people in the room had already guessed the occasion, but that didn't seem to stop David from climbing onto the conference room table and shouting to get their attention.
"Well, I suppose you're all wondering why I've gathered you all here!" he said.
"Oh my gosh! The new soap dispensers came in?" Lori Peterson guessed, facetiously. Everyone laughed.
"Almost as exciting as that!" David said. "I'm happy to announce, that after months of negotiating, Martinez said yes!"
The room erupted in cheers. Monica gulped down her champagne along with her other coworkers, excited and relieved to have months of negotiating work finally come to an end. She looked to Albert, but found her boss had already left the conference room, leaving his glass of champagne behind.
The conference room door opened, and a late arrival entered. Monica froze. The late arrival was none other than Matt Purcell. Matt was a newly hired marketing consultant who looked as though he were a model. His wavy black hair was combed to the side, and his piercing blue eyes locked with Monica's as he stepped into the room.
"Hey, Matt. You missed the fun. I mean- the announcement," she said, not taking her eyes off him.
"Had a call to finish up. I take it the Martinez deal went through?"
"Sure did! Champagne?"
Matt nodded. Monica poured him a glass, and as she handed it to him, their fingers briefly touched. Her pulse soared.
"Thanks," Matt said, and winked.
Monica turned around, and took a deep breath. She was about to turn back to face him again when she felt a hand slap her bottom. She spun around to face Mike Delaney, who was grinning boyishly. Monica groaned. Mike had been itching to sleep with her for the past year even after she'd refuted him in every possible way she could think up.
"Hey, Miss Tightbuns! Still feeling firm!" He squeezed the ample mound of Monica's bottom through her skirt.
"I do my best," she said with a forced smile.
She could see the small erection forming in his pants just below his beer belly. Mike squeezed her bottom again, curiously.
"You're not wearing any panties, are you?"
"Shh!" Monica whispered. She looked over to see Mike's comment had caught Matt's attention.
"You naughty girl! How about you come back to my office for a little one-on-one discipline?" Mike grinned, mischievously.
"I'll pass, thanks Mike."
"Ah! You can't hold out on me forever, hon!"
Monica excused herself from the conference room, and could feel Mike's eyes watching her ass as she walked out. Robyn Valberg, another secretary, followed her out.
"Mike is such a CREEP!" Robyn whispered as soon as the doors shut behind her.
Monica let out a long breath.
"You'll get used to him," Monica finally said. "He's not this bad most of the time. His horniness is on overdrive lately because of, well, you know-"
Robyn looked at Monica quizzically. "No. What?"
Before Monica could answer, Shari stepped into the hallway.
"Have you seen Albert? David wants to talk with him," Shari said.
"He left a few minutes ago. He was on a call and looked kind of concerned," Robyn said.
The three secretaries curiously made their way down the hallway to Albert's office. Just as they arrived, he emerged, and Albert looked as if he'd been slapped in the face. He beckoned the three ladies into his office and shut the door.
"What's wrong?" Monica asked.
Albert sighed, and took a seat at his desk.
"I just got off the phone with Martinez. He's backing out of the deal."
"He is? Why?" Shari exclaimed.
"Yeah! I thought this was a done deal. Why's he backing out now?" Monica asked.
Albert tapped his fingers on the desk sullenly.
"He was all ready to go through. He'd signed the papers and they were on their way to us. But one of his assistants brought something to his attention..." Trailing off, Albert shook his head and spat out the words he was putting off saying. "He found out about Nude Secretaries Day."
"Nude what?" Robyn asked, bewildered. Monica and Shari exchanged glances. It was an annual tradition which the two veteran secretaries of J.T. Levinson were all too familiar. One day each year, all of the secretaries were required to report to work completely nude.
"Nude Secretaries Day," Shari said. "We have it every year. All of us, you, me, Monica, we have to work the whole day naked."
Robyn shook her head, disbelievingly. "That's ridiculous! How can they expect us to do that?"
"That's what I thought at first," Monica said. "But it's actually a lot of fun. You'll get used to it."
"Monica's right, Robyn," Albert said. "In past years, in most cases, once the secretaries get over the initial shock, they find they really enjoy it. I'm sure you will, too."
"Not a chance. You girls can run around in your birthday suits if you want. I won't be taking casual day to that extreme, thank you very much," Robyn said. She walked out of the office.
Monica and Shari glanced at each other awkwardly.
"Hopefully convincing Martinez will be easier than convincing her," Shari said.
( . )( . )
The associates of J.T. Levinson held a staff meeting later that morning to determine how to handle the Martinez situation. Monica and Shari were asked to attend, and after serving coffee to each of the men in attendance, they took a seat at the table.
"We can convince him," David said, with all the conviction of a man claiming the sun would rise the next day. "He's worked too long to finalize this deal. He's stalling in the hope we'll cave."
"I'm not so sure," Albert said, languidly. "I heard his voice on the phone. He was
livid.
I'm sure he'd sooner burn his company to the ground before he'd let us tell his girls how to dress. Or rather, how not to dress."
Mike chuckled. "What's this guy's issue? He a queer? Or is he just pissed he's gonna miss seeing all that T&A after he retires?"
Albert held a hand up to silence Mike. "Uh, Mike? Martinez's daughter is a secretary at his company. I think that was his biggest concern."
