Dress Code: Gretchen Part II

Gretchen had done her hair up, put just a little bit of make up on. After all, she didn’t want to come on like she was a slut.

Not like the one lawyer in her apartment building. Gretchen had come out and seen her kneeling in front of a man, someone from her office. She was unzipping his fly with her teeth, looking up at him as his thick cock spilled out.

Gretchen had licked her lips, part of her wanting to stay, to watch the woman who had always been so stuck up, use her lips to wrap them around a man’s cock and serve him, right there in the open! She wondered if he’d let her watch or…

No. She had to talk to her Ma-intern, first. To see if he could help her, help her explain.  Gretchen bit her lip as she got into her car, and drove off. To explain that… well, school was hard and it wasn’t like she was a man, so she’d sometimes used what God gave women to get ahead. Surely, he could help her! He could think of something…

Gretchen felt herself getting warm as she headed to the office. She pulled into her place, and looked around. There were girls, some of them coworkers, scuttling in. Some of them were still trying to dress like they were big-shots, but she could tell how uncomfortable they were, wiggling their hips, and adjusting their clothes.

When she got to the front door, there was a little jam up. The guard was there, and the woman who normally ran the station was standing behind him, her uniform shirt partially undone, showing off her tanned globes.

Slut.  Gretchen licked her lips.

The guards tits’ didn’t compare with hers, and she’d undone the middle buttons in her tight shirt, leaving a boob window, and letting everyone know she didn’t need a bra… not for her jugs.

Jugs. She giggled. She’d have written someone up for saying that, but they were jugs, funbags, mommy milkers…. And a man should be able to say it like it was. It was only fair for all their hard work.

“But I’m the Vice President of Marketing!” the whiny voice sounded in front of the line.

“Uh-huh,” the guard said. The male guard. He looked down at her frowsy dress and pulled out a tape measure. “It’s too long. Remember, the dress code?” 

Everyone else nodded.

Stupid bitch…  Gretchen licked her lips and looked down at her skirt, falling just below her ass. If she bent over, she could give any of the guys a show… Those hard working… smart men.

The guard gestured to a bathroom. “There are clothes in there, unless you want me to write you up.”

“I… I’m… I’m the vice…” She wilted before the man’s gaze. “Yes, sir. I’ll go.”

He stared at her, and then cleared his throat. “And?”

“I’m sorry for violating the dress code.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Go.”  She scuttled into the bathroom. As Gretchen walked by she heard a dismayed voice.

“I—I can’t wear this… but I have to.”

Should have been a good girl…

That was right. It wasn’t just about being compliant… being obedient to the dress code, but understanding that the men worked hard and didn’t need disobedient girls making their life harder.

Gretchen pushed her legs together. She was getting warm.

And damp, her pussy tingling as she walked down the hallway, passing a few women, some of them former executives, paying the price for their cheating at college as they scuttled to the secretarial pool.

I can’t be a secretary. I won’t be one… Gretchen licked her lips.

She headed down to her office. There was a note.

“Come to the storage room, Gretchen.”

Not her title, not her full name… Just Gretchen. Like she was just some girl to be called.

She was hotter now, erect nipples pressing into her  sweater.

Gretchen headed down, pausing to smirk as the vice president headed for the HR office, wearing a tiny purple skirt that showed off her thong and firm ass.

But she had places to be. A man needed her.

And a few minutes later, Gretchen was in the quiet storage room, boxes of toner and old documents on the walls. A few new documents, reminding her how important it was to keep the office tidy for the men.

And there he was. Carl, working on something. He looked at her and logged out of the computer. Gretchen got a glance at it, and realized that it was some of her files.

For a moment, she started to swell up, but then he looked at her, and she bit her lip and looked away.

He was her intern… She guessed. But he was doing something important.

And he was a man…

And she was a woman.

And then, Carl started to talk.

 TBC