Nude Secretaries Day: Year One

Shari Kirshner always turned heads when she walked through the halls of the J.T. Levinson offices. Most of her coworkers considered the short, voluptuous redhead to be the most fetching of all the secretaries at the rising marketing firm. When they heard the familiar click of her high heels on the carpeted hallway, more often than not, they would find the time to poke their heads outside their offices to take a gander at her as she walked past.

Today she was in a black miniskirt that stopped four inches above her knees, gray stockings, and a black and white diamond-checkered blouse cut low enough to expose her cleavage. Her 38G breasts bounced with every step she took, much to the delight of her horny admirers.

When she entered her office, she could hear the sound of a football game coming from her boss' office, which was connected to hers though an open doorway. David Carter sat at his desk; his attention transfixed on the small television set he had set up in the corner next to his bowling trophy case.

"Come on!" David shouted at the screen, incensed at the image of seven burly men tumbling over each other.

Shari picked up a pot of coffee and carried it into his office to see if he needed a refill. She topped off his mug and glanced at the television screen that enraptured the 39-year-old executive.

"What's the score?" the busty secretary asked.

"Six to zip, Minnesota," David fumed, not looking up at her. "I swear, why the hell is Moritz keeping Harris on the bench?"

"He's saving him for the last quarter," Shari said. "Moritz knows that's when Harris shines. He'll sweep Minnesota after their Box-to-Box players are worn out."

David looked at Shari incredulously. "Bull," he said. "He benched Harris all last quarter last game."

"Only because Graham and Desiderio were having such a great game," Shari said. "Trust me, he'll break Harris out fourth quarter and he will clean shop!"

Shari carried the pot of coffee back to the burner, wiggling her butt teasingly as she walked. This wasn't the first time she had impressed David with her football knowledge. She'd been a longtime fan of the sport; having watched it with her father and brothers since before she could even sit up.

David stared at her ass until she turned back around to face him.

"San Amaury is still going to get killed. Fourth quarter will be too late."

"Ye of little faith," Shari tsked. "You just watch. My boy Harris will come through."

David snorted. "You want to bet?"

Shari rested her arm on the door frame and looked at her boss mockingly. "Sure. Say, loser buys lunch tomorrow?"

"Lunch? I'll give you an extra week of vacation if you're right!"

"You're on!" Shari said. She extended her hand to shake on it. David extended his hand, then stopped, and pulled it away.

"And if

I'm

right?" he asked.

"Not gonna happen," Shari snickered.

"But if I am?" David asked. "We need something to seal the bet. What will it be?"

Shari thought for a moment.

"Well, since you like looking at my ass so much... how about, if you're right, I'll work naked for an entire day?"

David nearly choked on the coffee he was sipping.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," Shari said. "If, by some miracle, Ronny Harris doesn't pull though for me like he always does, I will work an entire day completely nude."

"You've got yourself a deal," David said, and extended his hand. Shari shook it, not breaking eye contact as she did.

"Well, I've got a vacation to plan," Shari said. "What do you think, Acapulco, or Maui?"

"You'll be eating those words when your bra and panties are in my desk drawer."

"I guess we'll see," Shari said, and sauntered out of his office.

( . )( . )

Shari was in the mail room when her fellow secretary Lori Peterson stepped in.

"Hey," Lori said.

"Hey," Shari chimed back.

Lori lowered her gaze, as if she were afraid to look Shari in the face.

"I didn't know you were a football fan," Lori muttered, sorting through the shelves.

"Oh yes. My whole life. I probably know more about football than most guys do."

Lori looked at Shari through the corner of her eye.

"David told me about your little bet."

Shari chuckled. "Yeah, another week of vacation will be awfully nice."

Lori cleared her throat.

"If you're right, that is."

Shari laughed. "Of course I'll be right! I wouldn't have made a silly bet like that if I wasn't going to win!"

The mail room door opened, and another secretary, Diane McClellan stepped in.

"What bet?" Diane asked.

Lori looked at Diane, and then at Shari. Shari simply shrugged, so Lori turned back to the newly arrived secretary.

"Shari made a football bet with David. If she loses, she has to work naked for a day," Lori said.

Diane gasped.

"Shari! Why would you take a bet like that?"

Shari just laughed again.

"Ladies! Don't worry! I'm not going to lose this bet! I'll be wining an extra vacation week because I know football!"

"Not as well as I do, I'm afraid!" David said, entering the room. "I'm looking forward to seeing this little minx in her birthday suit soon!" He pinched Shari's bottom.

"Dream on, David!" Shari said.

"I won't have to!" he said. "Everything you've been leaving to the imagination? I'm finally gonna get to see!"

He grabbed Shari's bottom and gave it a firm squeeze. She swayed her hips and turned towards him.

"Go ahead and squeeze all you want, buster. The only seat of mine you'll be seeing is my empty chair while I'm lying on a beach in the Caribbean."

"Only if it's a topless beach," David said.

Shari smirked.

"It might be. Not that you'll get to see any of it."

Lori and Diane laughed. David blushed.

"Look babe, can you meet me in my office? I got a favor to ask you."

"If it's to get a preview of what you'll see if I lose, you can forget it!"

David laughed. "No, hon, it's just a little assignment for you. Work-related, I promise."

"Well in that case, lead the way."

Shari followed David out of the mail room, leaving Lori and Diane behind to undoubtedly gossip about her. Shari bumped the mail room door shut with her hip and let them say what they pleased.

When they arrived back at David's office, he handed her a pen and notepad.

"I need you to get me a list of all the secretaries in this office," he said.

"What for?" Shari asked.

"We've got a project coming up and we need to delegate the responsibilities. It would help to have a list of the support staff so we can plan everything out."

"Really?" Shari asked. "Not just because you want a list of all the honeys in the office?"

"Well, maybe that too!" David chuckled.

"I'll go get those names," Shari said with a wink.

She smiled and headed into the hallway. The offices of J.T. Levinson occupied the entire fifth floor of the Williams building, with future plans to expand into other floors as the business grew. But for now, Shari needed only make her way around this hallway to brush shoulders with every secretary employed at J.T. Levinson.

The first few names on the list were easy. She added her name, Lori's and Diane's to begin. To complete the list, she would have to ask around.

She knew just whom to ask. Judy Sanders, the social butterfly of the office, could likely tell her the names of everyone she needed. Shari popped into the older brunette's office and said hello.

"Hey there! What's up?" Judy asked.

"I need the names of every secretary in the office. Besides you, me, Diane and Lori, do you know the others?" Shari asked.

Judy placed her hands on her desk.

"Yes! There's Genevieve, she works for Eric Harborne, but I don't know her last name. There's Katie Cooper, who works for Irvin. Albert's got a new girl, but I don't know her name yet. And there's also-"

"Hold on, hold on, let me write these down!" Shari said, scribbling the names onto a notepad. "Okay, go ahead."

Judy reiterated the names she'd just rattled off.

"And there's the twins," she concluded.

"Oh, yes, the twins," Shari repeated.

Shari did know the twins. Kent Biederman, one of the senior VP's, was known throughout the office for his propensity for hiring young attractive women in favor of women who were more qualified for their jobs. After his last secretary quit, twin sisters Tori and Tami Bakerfield applied for part-time positions. Rather than hire a full-time secretary, he'd hired both of the giggling sisters to be his personal assistants and eye candy. Together the two of them were able to cover the hours Kent required, and he got the pleasure of having two young sweeties taking his calls and preparing his coffee every day instead of one.

Shari scribbled down the twins' names. "Okay, thanks Judy!"

Grateful for the older secretary's help, Shari followed Judy's leads and made her way to Genevieve's office. It appeared to be empty at the moment, but just across the hall was Kent Biederman's office, which was not. Shari stepped inside.

As usual, Tami and Tori were inside, sharing one chair as they often did. Kent enjoyed the way they sat hip-to-hip, so he provided them with only one chair, but neither girl seemed to mind.

"Hi Tami, hi Tori," Shari said as she entered.

"Hi!" the twins said in unison. Both were in matching dresses, though Tami's was red and Tori's was blue. Both girls had their sandy blonde hair braided into pigtails tied with ribbons matching the color of their respective dresses. Shari admired their ensembles.

"Do you two wear matching clothes every day?" she asked.

"Sure do!" Tami said.

"We even wear matching underwear," Tori added.

Shari help up her open hand, knowing there was a good chance Tori was about to show her. Tori just giggled and ran her palms down her hips.

"You really live for the twins thing, huh?" Shari asked.

"Of course!" Tami said. "Kent really likes it."

Shari grinned. "I'll bet he does. So hey, I got a question for you. Do either of you ladies know the names of the secretaries in this office? I've already got me, Lori, Diane, Judy, Katie, and you two. Do you know any others?"

"Oh there's Jenny," Tori said.

"Her name's Genevieve!" Tami corrected. She shot her sister a look of disapproval.

"Is it? Are you sure?" Tori asked, defensively.

"It is Genevieve, but I need her last name," Shari said.

"Oh, it's something like Calcutta," Tami said dubiously.

"No it isn't!" Tori said. "It's like Capella, or wait, that was the name of my high school boyfriend, it's something like-"

Shari stopped her. "Do you know where she is so I can ask her myself?"

Tami looked at her sister, and then at Shari.

"I think she's in Eric's office. He usually gives her a spanking this time of day," she said.

"Oh, does he?" Shari asked. She wasn't surprised. It wasn't uncommon for the managers at J.T. Levinson to spank their secretaries. Shari had gotten plenty herself from David and a number of other managers. "I'll wait til he's done."

"Hey, that reminds me," Tori said. "Is it your turn to get spanked today, or mine?"

Tami looked at her sister pityingly. "You don't remember? You complained about your sore ass ALL day yesterday!"

"I thought that was Monday?" Tori retorted.

"Oh, you know what, I think it was. Maybe it IS my turn today!"

Tami hopped out of her chair and awkwardly hobbled in her 6-inch stilettos to the door to Kent's office. "Hey Kent, I think I'm supposed to get a spanking today!"

"I'll call you right back," Kent said into his phone, and hung up. "Well, get your jiggly ass in here, honey!"

Tami stepped into Kent's office and pulled her dress up to her hips, exposing the red g-string that matched her dress. She bent over Kent's desk and planted her hands on the desk's surface. Kent grinned and prepared his spanking hand.

"I'll give you some privacy," Shari said knowingly, and stepped out of the office.

She passed by Eric Harborne's office again, and this time noticed the plaque mounted next to the door. It read his name, with his job title listed underneath, reading, "Outreach Manager."

Beneath that plaque, was a second plaque that read, "Genevieve Calvetti" and underneath, the word, "Secretary." Shari could hear the sounds of spanking coming from within Eric's office. Shari scribbled down Genevieve's name and continued down the hallway.

It was when she'd passed the copier when she spotted who she suspected was the final person she needed for her list. The girl was young, slim, with dark hair and olive skin, wearing a black skirt and white blouse. She pressed one of the buttons on the copy machine and looked at the screen quizzically.

"Is this copy machine working? I'm so confused," the girl said.

Shari walked up beside her.

"You need to specify the number of copies," Shari said. "Here, I'll show you."

Shari entered the number "1" and pressed print. A xeroxed page spat out the side of the machine.

"Thank you SO much," the girl said, relieved. "I never would have figured this out! I'm brand new here, I'm Valia Kattan!"

"Hi Valia, I'm Shari," the redhead said, shaking Valia's hand. "What is your job title here?"

"Oh, I'm a secretary," Valia said. "I work for Albert. Only part time because I'm still in school."

"Ooh, perfect," Shari said. "Would you mind adding your name to this sheet? We need a list of all the secretaries in the office."

Valia took the notepad and added her name to the list.

"Thanks so much!" Shari said.

She returned to her boss's office to find it empty. Shari placed the notepad on his desk and returned to her own workstation to check her phone and email messages.

There was an email from Nancy Reed from Illingworth International requesting that David return her call. Shari scribbled the message onto a post-it note to let him know that.

When David didn't return to his office for another half hour, she stopped Diane as she passed down the hallway.

"Have you seen David?" Shari asked.

Diane's face went still.

"He's in the conference room with the other guys. They're um...." she trailed off.

"What?" Shari asked.

"They're watching the football game." Diane stepped away.

Realization hit her. Shari knew why all the guys had such an interest in this particular game, and since she had a vested interest in the outcome, she thought it pertinent to report to the conference room herself to watch it unfold.

She grabbed the post-it note intended for David from her desk and made her way to Conference Room A.

True to Diane's word, the game that David had been watching on his small TV set was now playing on the large conference room screen. Several heads turned to look at her as she entered. She could tell they were already undressing her with their eyes.

"Well," Shari began. "What's the score?"

"Six to three!" David said. The other managers chuckled and turned back to the screen.

Most of the conference room seats were filled, and even more of the men in the room were standing. Shari stood near Lori, who watched from the back of the room nervously.

"You were right," Lori whispered. "Moritz put Harris out as soon as the fourth quarter started. He already kicked a field goal."

"I told you," Shari said confidently. "My boy will not let me down. Just you wait."

Shari curled the post-it note in her hand into a roll and twirled it between her fingers nervously. It was then that Genevieve Calvetti rose from one of the seats and stood next to Shari.

"Want my seat? I can't sit anymore! My butt is too sore!" she whispered.

Shari chuckled.

"No thanks. I'm fine back here!" Shari wanted to be as far away from the men as possible and still have a view of the game.

Genevieve whispered into her ear, "you're not the only one with a stake in this game."

"Oh?" Shari asked.

"Eric said if Minnesota wins I'm getting a spank for every point they come out ahead!"

"Ouch! Well let's hope San Amaury wins! For both our sakes!"

Shari watched with folded arms as the game progressed. Play after play, neither team seemed to be able to score. As the game edged into the back half of the final quarter, she twirled the rolled-up note around her thumb and forefinger more and more.

Lori whispered, "it might not be too late renegotiate your bet."

Shari shook her head. "I'm getting that vacation. Harris will NOT let me down."

In spite of her words, doubt creeped into her voice. Occasionally, one of the men would peek back at her and wink. She faked a smile and kept her eyes locked onto the screen. She made a fist around the rolled-up note in her hand.

"That was a crappy call," Shari muttered. "He was totally past the thirty yard line."

Shari's heart skipped as Harris intercepted a pass. With the ball in his hands, he made a dash towards the end zone with six Vikings in pursuit. Cheers erupted in the room.

"Go go go go go!" the men urged.

"Go go go go go!

" Shari whispered, certain that Ronny Harris himself heard her encouragement and complied.

"The man's a freight train," Barry Knapp, Judy's boss, remarked.

Indeed, Harris ran at a speed the Minnesota players couldn't match.

All but Dalton Jacobs.

The Minnesota linebacker was on top of Harris just ten yards short of the end zone, and within three seconds the champion of both San Amaury and Shari's Kirshner's pride found himself at the bottom of a pile of six Vikings.

The secretary's heart sunk. The end game buzzer sounded, and the conference room erupted in cheers. They turned to look at the open-jawed redhead.

She turned and stormed out of the conference room, saying a word to no one. Lori followed her out. Valia Kattan, who had just joined the game viewing party, looked at her bewildered.

"Why is she so upset about a football game? I'm so confused."

Shari arrived back in her office and Lori followed her inside.

"Just tell David you want to renegotiate your bet!" Lori urged. "He can't really make you work

naked

!"

Shari fumed as she stuffed her belongings into her purse. David stepped into the office and his smiling face dropped when he saw Shari's scowl. She slapped the crumpled post-it note with Nancy Reed's memo on it on her desk for David to see.

"You have a call to return," Shari snapped.

David help up his hands, defensively.

"Shari, Shari, relax."

She looked at David with fire in her eyes.

"That ref's call was

bogus!

" Shari exclaimed. "If he'd started him at the thirty yard line he would have made it!"

"Shari, baby! You don't HAVE to work naked, okay? How about, you wear a clown nose for day?"

Lori's eyes brightened.

"Yeah, that's a good idea!" the brunette secretary said. "How about that, Shari? A funny little clown nose, you can do that!"

Shari grabbed her coat off the wall-mounted hook and put it on. She picked up her purse.

"The call was bogus," she repeated, and stomped out of the office.

( . )( . )

David wasn't looking forward to facing Shari at work the next day. He knew she wasn't going to appreciate any jokes he made about football, bets, or nudity. Indeed, Shari ignored all the jeers she got from her coworkers when she walked down the hall while bundled up in her overcoat, and Shari was usually the most easygoing when it came to dealing with suggestive comments from coworkers.

When David walked into Shari's office, she was already at her desk, dutifully typing away at her computer.

"Morning, Shari," David greeted her cautiously.

"Morning, David," she replied, and continued typing. Her tone seemed pleasant enough, but he elected not to pursue any additional conversation.

He entered his office and booted up his computer. There was a memo from Katie Cooper, secretary for Irvin Halliwell, the CEO of J.T. Levinson. A 9 a.m. meeting concerning the company's involvement with the Nantel group was scheduled in Conference Room A.