I left school at the end of last year and, although I got into a good university, I thought I'd take a year off to earn some money - and have some fun!
A few of my girlfriends from school did the same thing, but I was different from them in one important area. While quite a few are what you'd call 'party animals' and like flirting, kissing and fucking with boys, none of them enjoy what I like best: showing off.
Even when I went for job interviews over the summer, I'd show off.
One middle-aged manager in a computer company said to me, as he was eyeing my legs up and down, "And what would you consider appropriate work clothing for this job?"
I'd worn high heel sandals with my short black dress, the one I know most guys drool over. He was obviously getting a bit hot and bothered, because through the interview, he didn't know where to look. I'd been crossing and recrossing my legs until my hem had ridden almost all the way up my thighs.
"Well, in summer, like on a hot day like today, I don't think it's necessary to wear stockings", I answered, turning my long brown legs in front of him.
He just glared at me disapprovingly.
"I usually dress for comfort when I'm at work", I added with a little smile.
At another one, I wore a thin beige knitted top with a scoop neck which looks sensational with my favourite push-up bra. From time to time, I'd lean forwards to make a point, knowing that the interviewer couldn't help seeing a lot of cleavage.
"So what sort of image do you think it's important to present at our company?" he asked, looking directly at my tits as I pushed them out and stretched the fabric of my top.
"I think it's important for customer service staff to be warm and friendly - and to dress in a way which encourages good customer contact", I said, grinning.
I'm not sure if he understood my little joke; probably not, because I didn't get that job either.
The place where I finally got a job had a great youngish guy doing the interviewing.
"So, tell me, what's the most important thing in a job for you?" he asked, looking directly at me.
"Well, I want to be me. That means doing my job, of course, but also being able to inject my personality into my work, if you know what I mean", I replied, leaning back in my chair and stretching out my legs towards him.
As the company was a small IT startup, I'd worn pretty casual clothes for the interview: a short pleated burgundy skirt and a tight pink shirt. Just a tiny bit of midriff was showing but I made sure to wear very high heels to show off my nice brown legs.
"I think I do know what you mean!", he laughed, looking down at my outstretched legs.
He winked at me. "Well, there's one way to find out if I do, huh?"
I started my job there the next week. I was to be a kind of receptionist/gofer for the team, which was ten people, eight of them guys. All of us were young; the general manager, Chris, who interviewed me, was only 35 and his off-sider, Gabe, was only in her mid-20's.
For the first day, I thought I'd be a bit modest, so I wore a tight knee-length skirt and a red satin blouse which I'd buttoned up properly.
"Is this sort of clothing OK?" I asked Chris.
"You look great", he said. "If anything, a bit too dressed up. You can pretty much wear anything you like here, as we don't have too many clients visiting us in person".
It was true. The guys seemed to get around in cargo pants and t-shirts; the two girls wore all sorts of funky things. I took my lead from Karen, a shy 20-something gothic chick who liked to flash a bit of cleavage at the guys. She was a pretty, plump girl who wore long, low cut black dresses. Pretty flimsy ones sometimes - I could see her nipples through the bra under her lacy dress on my second day.
"Nice dress Karen", I said as we stood together making a coffee in the lunchroom.
She smiled at me and said, "I'm glad you like it".
"It shows off your breasts really well", I added, with a little grin.
Karen looked away and blushed. I could tell she enjoyed hearing it, but didn't know how to reply. Perhaps she thought I was trying to come on to her.
So the very next day, I thought I'd play a wild card and see what happened.
* * *
You'll see from my internet name that I like the word 'slut'. It's the biggest turn on for me when a guy I'm out with calls me "his little slut" or says that what I'm wearing makes me "look like a total slut". Although I didn't want to get a slutty reputation at work - not just yet, anyway - I wanted to dress in a way that made me seem a bit daring, a bit cheap and loose.
An outfit I love to wear out on weekends is my crocheted white miniskirt with a boob tube. Sometimes, I even leave my panties at home and let people peek through the gaps in the skirt at my pussy.
To work, naturally, I had to wear panties and I chose a white pair that blended with the skirt. I couldn't exactly wear a boob tube to work, so I chose my tightest satin shirt. No bra, but I did it up so three buttons below my tits held it together tightly, with a nice display of cleavage. A pair of black strappy high heels completed the outfit.
"Nice blouse!" said Karen, when I arrived.
"I just love this fabric!" Her hand brushed my breast and I could feel a shiver as my nipple became erect. Karen just stared and smiled before walking off.
She must have told all the guys how I was dressed because, over the course of the morning, they all came by to ask favours or 'just to have a chat'. I enjoyed feeling their eyes on my tits as my nipples pushed against the tight satin and, as I swivelled in my chair, my legs ached to stretch even further out from the frilly hem of my skirt.
One of the programmers, Josh, kept leaning over my cubicle to make small talk. He couldn't keep his eyes off my legs, so I thought I'd give the poor guy a treat.
"Have you got a girlfriend, Josh?" I asked him.
He turned red. "Um, no, not really", he stammered.
I like to see a guy a little bit embarrassed so I put one foot up on my desk. Leaning over to unfasten my sandal made my skirt ride up very high on my thighs. I could hear Josh draw in a breath and he stopped what he was about to say.
"Do you like slim girls, or larger girls Josh?" I teased, as I leaned back again, my foot still on the desk.
"Well, I like the girls who like me", Josh finally said, still beetroot red.
I would have loved to keep teasing the poor boy, but Chris came over to ask me to do something. He caught a look at my bare leg just as I took it off the desk, but my skirt was still high up on my thighs when I put my legs together.
I thought he'd give me a disapproving look but all he said, glancing at my exposed thighs, was, "Giving young Josh a bit of a show there?"
For the next month or so, then, I started coming to work in sexier outfits; nothing too over-the-top but I made sure each one would accentuate a different part of me. White pants so tight that, without panties, my pussy lips could be seen outlined clearly when I bent over; a jacket with just a bra underneath, worn in such a way to compete with Karen's wobbling cleavage; a herringbone miniskirt short enough so that people could look right between my thighs to my panties.
I became pretty popular with the guys, as you could imagine. They were always playing games to get me to 'accidentally' show off.
"Could you please fax these?" asked Nick, knowing that I'd have to lean over to use the machine.
"Could you hand me the phone directory?" asked Paul, who'd then have a good stare down the front of my dress as I'd lean over to get it for him.
Josh and I were caught one day playing a stupid game in the lunchroom. I lay down on the table and he ate nuts from my bare belly. I was wearing my white pants and a halter midriff top and I simply couldn't help stroking my hard nipples through my top as he nibbled my stomach with his lips.
"What the hell's going on here?" asked a loud voice in the doorway.
"Oh shit!" said Josh, spitting out his nuts and standing up.
I sat up and could see Gabe, Chris's deputy, glaring at us.
"Oh, Gabe! I'm really sorry", I said. "It's not what it seems. We were just mucking around and I dared Josh to eat something off my belly".
I always believed honesty is the best policy, especially when you accompany it with a sexy smile, which I did.
"Is that true, Josh?"
Josh just nodded.
"Get back to work, both of you", Gabe said. Josh scuttled out the door as fast as he could go.
To me she said, with a little smile, "I can see you like games, Ally. I suppose that's good for keeping these boys in line, isn't it?"
* * *
With the weather as warm as it was, several of us started eating our lunch in this little secluded park only 2 blocks from our office. On hot days, quite a few people would be there from the surrounding offices, a few of them sunning their legs and arms on the grass.
I enjoyed this a lot, especially as it meant three or four guys - and, sometimes, Karen too - staring at my body. I'd take a light rug and lie out in the sun, hitching my skirt up and exposing as much leg and midriff as possible.
"See that girl over there?" Nick said one day. "The one with the bikini top on?"
I looked over and saw one of the girls from another office had taken her blouse off and was sunning in just a bikini top and her business skirt. She had athlete's legs and soft, heavy breasts.
"I think you should do a bit of that", Nick said.
"A bit of what, exactly, Nick?" I asked.
"Well, you like to suntan, don't you? You should just wear a swimsuit under your work clothes".
"You'd like that, Nick, wouldn't you?" I smiled.
He reddened a bit, but quickly answered, "I think several people would!"
"I'll take that as an invitation", I said to the group surrounding me.
* * *
The very next day was another hot one.
"Who's coming to the park for lunch?" I asked everyone.
Four guys put up their hands - Josh, Nick, Phil, Aaron - and Karen too. I noticed that she seemed a little bit anxious and kept fingering the front of her low-cut top, so I walked next to her, chatting.
Finally, she said it.
