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Expectations:Do: wear short skirts and dresses, body-hugging clothes. Don’t: wear jeans, slacks, tights, or any type of shorts or romper.Do: wear sheer blouses, and dresses that are sheer or transparent. Don’t: wear any kind of bra except sheer, cup less, or demi.Do: wear high heels, strappy sandals, peep-toe pumps, and heeled boots.The next Monday.Change hung in the air as Ted Havlicek strolled into his office that morning. His wife’s secretary passed by him in a very revealing outfit and he was again reminded of what he’d started with Giselle. The brunette glanced back and winked at him as she passed, her strut gained a little more sway to the hips as she ambled through the office to the printer station.He walked over to his secretary’s desk, “Charlene, I need the jacket on Debra’s secretary asap. Then bring her to my office, I want to speak with both of you.” Ted walked into his office, sat down, and wrote a quick e-mail to Giselle: Wear what is in the packages you received today. You will host a meet and greet for members of the select committee and any of their guests in room Fifty-one A six at five thirty tonight. Everything you need to entertain them is in the room. Tom.He pushed send and set a reminder to pull up the cams in the meeting room at five o’clock.From the moment they walked in, Ted knew that the secretaries ankara travesti were obviously following the guidelines he’d sent Giselle. Charlene was dressed in a micro mini skirt and brocade vest only, her beautiful breasts unhidden behind the loose hanging garment. Belinda was short and sexy, with dyed black hair cut in a punk-style shag. Her braless c-cup boobs were half exposed under a short midriff tee; that was paired with a pleated plaid mini skirt and black heeled loafers with over-the-knee socks.“Belinda, your boss is concerned that your wardrobe has dramatically changed,” he asked. “Does your outfit violate our dress code?”“One of the managers at the publishing company on the third floor initiated some new dress code changes. I don’t think there’s an official memo, but there are definitely Do’s and Don’ts, and Expectations and Requirements,” Belinda explained.Charlene added. “Quite a few women in the building have adopted it. We all like to show a little skin every so often.”“How many women do you think adopted this change?” he asked.”Three of the secretaries I lunch with, probably another eight or so I’ve seen in the lobby and elevators. Us, of course. I’d call that a pretty good approval rating so far,” Belinda answered.Apparently, Giselle had caused a ripple effect and the sexy female travesti ankara staff in the building loved his new slutty dress code. “Step closer to the desk and bend over it please,” he directed the two attractive staff members. The two women shared a look and a laugh then both of them bent over the desk and gave their attractive boss a nice view of thigh gap and pussy.Ted got up and walked around behind them. Their skirts were not even covering half of their pert firm bottoms. He put a hand on each of their naked asses and squeezed them. Then he let his fingers find their way down to softly stroke their pussies from underneath. Charlene’s body quivered; Belinda sighed and then pushed back against his hand.“So, there’s a no panty rule as well?” he asked. Belinda looked back and him and grinned lustily. “That’s really hot, ladies.” The two secretaries were noticeably aroused; he dipped a finger inside their sweet pussies, then slowly withdrew it. Ted took a step back, then swatted them both on their naked bums. “You may stand up.”The two ladies straightened up, their faces flush from the brief sexual foreplay. “The Requirements say only thong panties are permitted,” Belinda explained.“I’m wearing one, but I guess it’s not noticeable from your point of view,” Charlene admitted, a bit embarrassed. “If ankara travestiler you want me to take it off.”“No. Both of you will spread the word on this new dress code.” Ted put his hands up to sniff his fingers, then turned his gaze to them. “Belinda, I still need to speak with you. Charlene, go back to your desk and type a memo. Make it look official; say that the changes are encouraged but entirely voluntary for now.”Ted held the door for Charlene, then closed it behind her. “Belinda, walk around behind my desk and sit on it.” The svelte secretary did as she was told, Ted followed and sat down in his office chair facing her. She tried to cross her legs, but Ted stopped her with a word. “No! Do not cross your legs. Tell me why you’re not wearing panties.”“It’s more comfortable, much cooler and panties eventually get damp or sticky.” Belinda looked alarmed, her body had responded to his demand almost like he had control. Her legs dangled over the edge of the desk, giving a slight peek of her naked cooch. “It’s a deliciously fucking naughty feeling being naked under my skirt, honestly.””All right, comfort and hygiene. Have you ever dressed that way to show off your ass or pussy?””Accidents happen, of course; I’m not overly modest about how I sit or cross my legs. It’s fun to watch how you guys react.””Except for this moment? Show me now,” her boss ordered her. Again her body responded before she could think and her legs moved apart. Her pussy was glistening, she put her hand on her thigh to stroke it.”Why don’t you play with your pussy while we talk,” Ted asked more gently.