Slutty Ceo Switch 01

It had been a stupid promise to make. How could she have not foreseen this particular outcome.

She had needed the men to stay late on the Friday evening to complete the machining jobs for shipping Saturday morning and their reluctance was from having already worked a sixty hour week to that point.

Still, it needed to be done and she had been completely out of alternative options.

Thus the; "what would it take to get you to stay on? Whatever it is, it's yours!" promise that she had foolishly made through desperation.

She had expected them to ask for a higher overtime payment, or time off in lieu. Even for her to buy the drinks every evening for a week at the pub they liked to visit after work. How wrong had she been?

No.

It had been too late to correct or amend her promise when they stated what they wanted, and they had been particularly resolute in their requests.

Of course they had been. She had been tired too at that point and not been on her best game, desperate for their acquiescence to her request.

Fucking horny monsters.

Like the genie that forgets to qualify that one wish can't be for unlimited wishes, in a few seconds, she had dug herself her own grave, now placing her in her current predicament.

Which brought her to this moment, Monday morning, and driving to work.

Just like any other Monday morning, the journey and destination was the same. This one was different on account of the fact of one of the men's prices, which was that she had to leave every last stitch of her clothing at home.

Thank goodness for the slightly taller than everyone else SUV she drove with the heavily tinted rear windows, though they didn't really help with her in the driver's seat. The car looked imposing and other smaller vehicles did tend to back off from around it.

Thank goodness that an overlarge pair of sunglasses did not count as clothing. Well, the six inch stilettos she had been also directed to wear fell out of that remit. They hid most of her face. No one would be able to put a face to the attributes she had on display anyway.

Thank goodness for having a full tank of fuel and no need to stop anywhere to fill up.

Thank goodness for the heated seat option on this particular model of car. Though it was late Spring on the lead up to the Summer, at this time of the morning it was still quite chilly, especially when she had opened the driver's window. Having used it to get from her house to the car, she had to drop her dressing gown outside the vehicle as an incongruous surprise for the postman to find later. She met the expected stipulation honestly and left all her clothing at home, but she counted her front drive as being 'home'.

Thank fuck her reserved parking space was only a few feet from the front door to the office. The alley was generally deserted, and if she picked a quiet moment and had her entry fob ready, that would be a quick journey and a swift entry.

Keeping her elbows up when she was alongside another vehicle helped preserve any eyeline others had for her breasts. It didn't help much with cars ahead of her, and she deliberately tried to hang back from any taller vehicles.

All doable, though planning had given her a couple of hours of worry and calculation over the weekend.

There was still the other men's request to face once at work, and that didn't bear thinking about for the moment. They didn't seem fair somehow. Part of her mind was trying to work out how she could break the verbal contract without losing face. For now though, she just needed to make it into town in the rush hour traffic without breaking down or getting stopped for a traffic violation.

She shifted in her seat, and a brief glance down confirmed her nipples were definitely on end. Between her legs felt slick too. Was that nervous sexual energy? Worry?

She wiped her fingers along her slit to clear the moisture that had formed there, desperately unsure whether she should agitate her clit momentarily for a little relief, or pretend she wasn't aroused by the whole situation.

...

She turned the heated seat down a notch. It had almost started to burn her naked bottom and was causing her to sweat slightly. Checking the peripherals, she then hitched her left arm across her naked breast to subconsciously hide it as though she could be seen by the pedestrian she was passing at speed. Twisting her other elbow up whilst holding the steering wheel protected her a little from the view of traffic passing in the opposite direction.

This was by far the scariest thing she had ever done, actively leaving all her clothing at home with no option for modesty until she returned after a full day at work. It wasn't like she could hole up in her office and hide for the day either. This had been a hell of a price to pay for getting that order out on Friday evening.

Bastards.

What had they asked for?

Leash.

Full nakedness expected.

Free use upon request.

Complete submission.

It seemed strange that the further she travelled from home, the more naked she felt; as though there was a direct correlation between distance and amount of protection and modesty she could count on.

During this journey she felt somewhat closeted by the familiarity of her own car's interior, though with each mile she got further and further from sanctuary, that diminished. She was not looking forward to later. From the moment she reached work, she was literally going to be on full display to the entire of her workforce for the whole day.

Plus, she had those requests to acquiesce to. Was that nerves she felt or a thrill of excitement? Damn she felt wet, as though her pussy had instinctively parted on its own accord, the hungry nose of her labia poking out inquisitively.

Was there any way she could get out of it? Think girl. Did they actually say who was to be naked all day?

Damn. Red lights. She was reaching town.

She pulled up to the line, and stopped to watch cars pass across her. Pedestrians also took the opportunity and they were so close, she was positive that they instinctively knew she was naked. She crossed her arms across her chest for the moment; she could have on a boob tube or low cut t-shirt.

It was actually a turn on that these anonymous people were so close to her completely naked form, yet totally unaware. Was excitement replacing the nerves? She was wearing only her sluttiest heels whilst driving her car in town and no one knew.

That old lady. The youngster on his blasted electric scooter. The two builders deep in conversation on the way to the scaffolding over to the right.

No one knew her. She had on these massive sunglasses which completely obliterated any distinguishing features, and most importantly of all, the doors were all locked.

She unfolded her arms and took the wheel again in both hands. The opposite lights were changing to amber.

The one builder had noticed her, and did a sort of double take, reaching out for his mate's arm, slowing his gait as he reached the other side of the road.

Red and amber.

Both were looking at her with incredulous expressions and she felt...

How did she feel?

Powerful?

Erotic?

Sexually charged?

Submissive?

Extremely slutty and flirty, most definitely. That one builder was exactly the type of man she liked. She could imagine him on his hands and knees before her.

'Free use', her employee had said. Was that of her or another? He hadn't really specified. 'Submissive'. Hmmmm.

Smiling across at the look of wonder on the men's faces, she slipped her car into gear and gunned the engine, oblivious now to whether his eyes still tracked her or not. Would she have preferred the first bloke, or his mate having their wicked way with her? Which one would have been hungrier to lick at her pussy and more adept at giving pleasure?

Wow! She felt empowered.

She couldn't help but smile to herself and she visibly relaxed further into her seat, the start of a plan formulating in her head.

Her breasts were on display for so many anonymous people should they choose to look at her. A glimpse and a double-take. A flash of realization and then she was gone. On reflection, this hadn't been such an awful journey and the terror she had felt for most of the weekend for this moment was beginning to abate.

The man had looked at her with desire and lust, not dismay or disappointment. He was going to have a story to tell at work all day and over a pint later this evening. He would be envied and possibly disbelieved. It had been an extremely heady experience now she came to reflect on it.

One more display perhaps. It wasn't far now to the office and not many more places to pass where people congregated.

A naughty streak was widening in her soul. It was a beautiful morning and some fresh air would be lovely in the cabin. How would it be to open the window for a while? Potentially a little chilly, causing a reaction to her nipples. Maybe she could get someone else to look through without glass to dull the effect? There were enough city gent types in this area, hurrying to their offices to start their humdrum week at work.

A quick glimpse of a pert pair of naked breasts might help them start their day right. In fact, she could become a Monday morning public service, spreading joy and pleasure as she went. There were many women about too, but they were usually hurrying along with their heads down over their phones, oblivious to anything or anyone around them. Who knew? Many of them too might appreciate her lack of apparel should they notice her, and should she allow it.

There's a bus stop. A couple of people waiting. Both staring down at their phones. Neither looked up. Wait. The woman almost did. She slowed imperceptibly as though encouraging them to react. They needed a slap to wake them up to the real world. Live in the moment and not totally on their phone.

The naughty streak widened for a moment as she wondered if she could feel some desire from them too. How would she react if she saw another woman driving with her bare tits on show?

First thought would be 'what a fucking slut', she mused. 'Who does she think she is?'

She passed the disappointment of the bus stop and took a slow left hand turn. A couple of shops on the right and saw people entering and exiting it without regarding her slow moving SUV. Not far now to the office carpark. No children around; not in town during working hours, the women's focus were their plastic carrier bags, not her car or her.

'Then there would be some criticism of the woman's attributes, unfounded or not in comparison to their own but a natural jealous response to another strange woman's beauty. Then maybe grudging admiration of her sheer nerve to do such a thing. That would then either dissipate completely with a different thought entering her head, or it might play on her mind long enough to wonder what else she had going on in her life that would result in said naked journey.'

There was the carpark ahead and to the right. It almost felt disappointing not to have been able to flash anyone else, but the next test of her bravado was getting from the parking spot, around the back of the car and across thirty feet of tarmac to the pavement. Then across the single lane road to the porch doorway on the opposite side.

Once she was in there, she would have a bit of protection whilst she fumbled accessing the lock. The door release fob was on her car key ring and she could of course hold her handbag in front of herself to hide either her breasts or pussy though at this moment in time, that could almost be seen as cheating.

She switched the engine off and spent a moment observing the foot traffic as well as watching for any other vehicles either entering or exiting the parking area. All was quiet. On reflection, the time was perfect.

'Seize the moment, girl,' she told herself. 'Now before it becomes any busier.'

The little lane only really led to this carpark. Beyond it was barely wide enough for pedestrians and scooter riders to cut through to town across some little waterways. Her office block had large windows which all looked out past the cars on the tree lined carpark to the green communal parkland beyond.

Taking a deep breath, and making sure she had everything she needed in her handbag to save having to double check once outside the vehicle, she popped the door, and stepped one long leg and stiletto clad foot out of the door.

It was the most exhilarating feeling in the world to close the driver's door and be stood next to her car, completely naked. Taking many deep breaths, she strode across the carpark, over the cheap hanging chain between a couple of posts and, after a quick look both ways up and down the lane, across to her office porch.

With each step, her felt her breasts bounce slightly and her hips, for some inexplicable reason, swayed more than they ever did whenever she wore a skirt. Was she deliberately trying to attract attention? She had chosen stilettos with the tallest possible heels that she owned. That hadn't been a particular stipulation, but a pair she had gravitated towards.

They did create a wiggle in her walk which even she found sexy. She heard the echo of the click of her heels on alternate concrete and tarmac and then concrete again as she quickly crossed the road, deliberately not looking to see if any of the early morning commuters had seen her.

Fob gripped and ready in her hand, it was a quick sweep across the panel beside the door frame and a hurried push of the door to let her in.

Resting now against the closed door inside the building, she felt her heart beating fit to burst.

Fuck was she wet. That experience had turned her on more than she would ever admit to anyone ever.

But now, the day was young and she had to find a way out of fulfilling the other requests. Had the men actually stated that she had to do them? She had been so consumed by their words, she hadn't considered trying to manipulate them to her own ends.

It was a debatable point. The first man had stated outright that he wanted her to "drive into work and back again, leaving every last stitch of clothing at home." That part of the deal had been clear and as far as she was concerned, already half completed. He hadn't mentioned anything about her finding or ordering clothes delivered to work, to wear for the rest of the day or that she could cover herself for the journey home with something that was considered clothing. A blanket perhaps.

The second had chimed in and added, "a collar and leash needed too during the day". Had he actually said that she would be wearing the collar end? It was obvious what he had meant and for her to wriggle out of that would be a tricky one, especially if she wanted him to trust her further and work to his best. She spent her life assessing contracts, and saying yes to it originally and then manipulating felt a little wrong but perhaps necessary.

The words, "on hands and knees when told to and available for free use" had been heard too. The man hadn't said it was to be her on her hands and knees though.

A slight smile spread across her face as the outline of a plan was beginning to complete in her mind. The men would not be happy if she reneged on her promises with no obviously erotic experience had. But could she turn the day on its head and make it different with the odds stacked in her own favour? Could she make it memorable for them in other ways but by switching the script? She was in a tricky position and had no wish to upset them. She needed their good intentions and hard work, and also to give them a payment of sorts for their efforts Friday night.

Cursing her promise and the need to do this, but also excited by what was to come, she hurried up the staircase to the offices. She was there before the majority of the staff with just the office manager behind his desk as usual.

He looked up with no surprise at her, and she avoided his eyes with some embarrassment. He obviously had been told by his fellow workers what to expect from his boss this morning.

His eyes raked her form, taking in her teased long hair, heavily made up face, buoyant bared breasts and the soft shaven triangle above her long legs.

She watched his smile widen as he leaned forward and saw the slutty stilettos that adorned her feet.

Aware that she had rendered him pretty much speechless, she turned on her heel and continued through to her office. She heard him jump off his stool in order to get a better view and to watch her ass sway.

To tease him, and smiling happily to herself, she accentuated her hips once more in a perfect slutty strut.

That was proof she had fulfilled the promise, and no doubt he was messaging the others what he had seen. She had honoured her promise. The rest of the promises however, were not going to go as they had wanted.

Now she had to move fast.

A plan was in place and it needed resourcing. That shouldn't be a problem as the offices were in the middle of town near many retailers but timing could be an issue if she wasn't quick.

She smiled, and for the first time today, she stood tall and very happy with a plan for the rest of the day. There was three hours before the male staff came in to work and by then everything would be ready for an alternative day of entertainment for all concerned.