[[Stories in the [Collared] universe are standalone but connected. If you want more details about the universe you can read "Pop Star", but it's not required. Tl;dr: open expressions of sexuality including nudity and sex acts are now protected under the Freedom of Expression clause of the First Amendment. These stories will explore ideas under that concept.]]
My name is Savannah and yes, I was your typical southern belle. Big hips, buxom, long hair, could fill out a dress and shake my ass on the dance floor in either boots or heels. I wish I had that confidence in my career though.
I'd recently swapped careers, taking a coding boot camp and becoming a full time programmer. Six months in it wasn't going great. My ideas weren't being taken seriously in our team meetings. My comments on code reviews were mostly discarded. I'd love to blame sexism but in this case it was really my fault. I felt totally out of my element, lacking confidence in myself, and it showed in my work. I was disappointed. But I had a plan to get my spunk back.
Back home and in college I'd been a free spirit. I'd done the campus streak, gone skinny dipping with friends, and flashed more times than I could count. I even used to run around the dorm bare assed half the time. But after college and in the professional world I'd stopped being so bold. Dressing in clothes that hid my figure. Never being flirty. Never having fun. Being reserved.
I figured I was about to lose my job anyways, I might as well embrace my inner nature. Especially now with the courts ruling that it was protected, so I couldn't lose my job over it. Best case, I got my confidence back and started excelling at my job. Worst case I had a bit of fun and saved on my laundry bill. Plus I just enjoyed the freedom and exhilaration of showing off my body. Of people seeing intimate moments of mine or parts of me they normally wouldn't and their reactions to it. It had always turned me on something fierce.
So that's how I found myself strolling into the office on a Friday. We were hybrid now, you only had to work from the office two days a week and almost no one showed up on a Friday unless they planned to go out drinking after. I knew that's exactly what two of my coworkers planned to do, one of my male programmer peers and our female graphic designer.
Of course, unlike them I was fully embracing the idea of casual Friday. I had my bag on my back. I had my choker and sneakers on. And nothing else. So when I strutted confidently up to the area where our cubicles sat and tossed my bag down my male peer, Brian, ignored me, as they had their headphones on and were deep in code. But my female peer, Jeanine, looked up, and offered a casual wave and smile before stopping short.
"Whoa. Did you forget something this morning? Like getting dressed? What are you doing?"
I stood proudly there before her, hands on hips and charms on display. "I didn't forget them, I left them back home. It is casual Friday after all."
She snorted. "I don't think they mean that casual. Besides once our friend comes out of his trance he's going to see everything you have to offer. He drools over you enough when you're fully clothed. He's likely to cream his pants when he sees you like this."
I offered her a saucy grin then strutted over to Brian's cubicle, turning to sit on his desk next to him and drawing his attention. He blinked once as I crossed his peripheral vision, then turned and his eyes went wide as sitting down he was eye level with my pussy. I casually spread my legs, offering it up for his gaze, my folds opening up under his attention and beginning to warm. He lingered there for a moment before trailing up my bare, aroused chest with tight, hard nipples and then finally to my face. Recognizing that it was me sitting bare ass on his desk he tossed his headphones off and rolled back from the desk putting some space between us.
"Whoa, uh, what's going on? Why are you naked? Are you ok?"
