(To follow this story better, do yourself a favor and read "A Nude Business Ethic" first.)
As I finish reapplying my make-up, I look at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We are lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at cunt level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office has been accepted without complaints. Isobel, the petite brunette with large soft breasts, in charge of Pussy Notice, runs her fingers across her V-shaped pubic before a finger disappears between her pussylips. I can see her pierced lip-ring glistening with juices. It will be up to us to sell our new look to Ms Anderson, the first client with an appointment for today.
Maureen, the Pussy Wetting (production) manager, a true redhead, has a dreamy look in her eyes. She has a tough time applying lipstick to her smiling red lips. The daisy chain with the other two must have given her a lot of pleasure. I've never seen such a serene look on her face.
Prudence, the secretary of The Pussy Power Company, with the body of a porn star and the brains of a fish, walks up to me. We stand nipple-to-nipple, face-to-face. She leans forward and whispers in my ear:
"She is mine, Jo-Ann. You leave her alone." She must have seen me eating Victoria's pussy, the new owner of Pussy Power, and a lingerie company.
I don't take too kindly to threats. I retaliate by cupping my hand over her shaven mound, inserting two fingers in her still dripping pussy. Pushing my tits flat against hers, I answer softly in her ear:
"She's the boss and she'll fuck whoever she wants." I twist my fingers deep in her cunt and rub the palm of my hand over her clit. "Ever since I met you, I wanted to make love to you." I stick my wet tongue into her ear and feel her squirm. "Don't spoil my passion for you with jealousy."
I push her shapely buttocks against the dressing table, straddling her leg, thereby trapping my hand against her pussy. My rock hard nipples rub across her erect nubs. Riding my bare pussy over her stocking-clad leg, I wipe my pussy juice on the company's product. If it doesn't leave a mark, we have a winner. I feel her relax as she brings her hands to my face and then kisses me softly on the mouth. She glides her tongue over my lips to gain access to my mouth. As I try to catch my breath, she darts her tongue deep into my mouth. Sucking on her tongue and finger fucking her pussy, I am making good on my fantasy of fucking Prudence.
"I don't want to be a party pooper, you two love birds," I hear Maureen trying to break up our wrestling love match. "Ms Anderson will be here in a minute."
Stepping back, I pop my fingers from her vagina, and stick it into her mouth. She greedily licks her own cunt juices off.
"Friends?" I plead. There is no trace of my wet cunt juices on her stockings.
"Lovers?"
"Of course." We embrace before we all move out the door. I am happy with the outcome of the little confrontation. As Pussy Licking manager, I have to keep everybody happy. I hope to make the other two my lovers as well. As I was the first to pleasure Victoria, I sensed the green monster rearing its ugly head. Hopefully, my little demonstration in the Ladies Room convinced the others of my wanton lust for them all. I quickly tie my thick long, blond hair behind my head. I don't want to hide my nudity from Ms Anderson.
We move to our glass walled offices. I quickly catch up with Isobel, before her naked buttocks disappear into her office.
"Isobel, my dear. Wait up." In her office, I make myself at home in her soft couch. The warm color scheme of the office matches her brown hair and her strong character, making me feel at home. I sprawl my long tanned legs in front of me, giving a clear view to Isobel of my smooth pussy. She takes her seat behind the desk.
"Will you bring her to my office? I am not sure I can face her naked, yet," asks Isobel. "I don't know if I can sell anything naked."
"Of course you can. We're selling sex and the best way to do it is naked." I wouldn't want to miss seeing Ms Anderson's face when she realizes that we're all naked.
"Would you model some of Pussy Power's latest creations for her?"
"Why don't we get her naked to fit it on herself?" I ask. The ring of the door chime cuts her answer off. I quickly move to reception to open the door for Ms Anderson. Prudence is behind the tall counter, invisible to anyone at the door. Ms Anderson, dressed in an expensive blue designer's dress, looks very sexy for a forty-something woman. A lot of money, hard work and a too strict diet keep her in shape. I wonder how she looks naked. As she enters, she is too busy putting her keys in her bag to notice me at first.
Then, realizing my state of undress, she stops. Her gaze follows my flesh colored stockings to the top of my naked thighs, over my clean shaven pussy, hesitating a moment to take in my protruding clit, before it moves over my flat tummy, my 36C breasts to halt on my face;
"Good God, Jo-Ann!" Her knees buckle. "You're naked!" Then she collapses into my arms.
"Prudence," I shout. "Come help me." We quickly carry Ms Anderson to Isobel's office and lower her on the couch. Isobel looks concerned and dithers over the prone woman.
"That's why I didn't want to see her first," says a shaky Isobel, dabbing a wet cloth on Ms Anderson's face. Ms Anderson groans, her eyes flutter open and sees the naked Isobel on her knees, next to the couch.
"Amanda Anderson," I say sternly. "Before you faint again, you're not dreaming. We are all naked." I am behind Isobel, my hand resting on her naked shoulder. I bet Amanda Anderson has a sexy view of my pussy. I continue:
"We are celebrating National Nude Day and this is our new office uniform. We are here to serve you. So please, enjoy the spectacle."
"Thank you, my dear," comes her weak response. It must be her diet. She is not getting enough calories.
"Prudence, be a dear and order a Cajun Chicken Salad for Ms Anderson," I command. "Remember to take the order in your new uniform."
By now, Isobel is comfortable in her nakedness and sits next to Ms Anderson, taking her hand. "You are punishing yourself too much with all this restrictive clothes. What do you say, Jo-Ann, shouldn't we help Ms Anderson get rid of it?" She immediately starts to unbutton Amanda Anderson's dress. Good, the real Isobel, champion salesperson of the year, is in charge. I hurry to get our latest products from the stores.
By the time I return, Ms Anderson is naked and like putty in Isobel's hands. Amanda has small breasts, a flat tummy and sinewy muscled legs. I can see a few ribs beneath her skin. The dark bush between her legs is the only untidy item on her person. Not for long. Isobel already has her clippers and shaving kit out. She reassures Ms Anderson as she clips the pubic hair off to reveal a neglected pussy.
"My dear Ms Anderson," says Isobel unemotionally, as if she doing her nails. "Why are you so bushy down here? Don't you like your pussy? Every woman should be proud of her cunt and take care of it." Ms Anderson is slouching on the couch, her legs wide open, trusting another woman between her legs with a shaving kit. Shaking with passion, she is unable to answer.
Isobel applies the lather over the entire area and carefully shaves the pubes and anus of a very rich client of Pussy Power. We must incorporate the denuding of pussies to our client service. I will discuss this at our next meeting.
Isobel sits back, wiping the last foam from a naked vulva, inspecting her handiwork. I can see moisture seeping through our client's crinkled pussy lips. Ms Anderson's hands grab Isobel by the hair and push her face into her aching cunt. Fortunately, the manager of Pussy Notice is quick to respond. Circling her arms underneath Amanda Anderson's legs, Isobel reaches up to grab hold of Amanda's small tits. This action forces Amanda's legs up in the air, giving Isobel unrestricted access to the newly shaved pussy.
