Bank of America manager Laura Davidson was in her office, going over paperwork about a customers mortgage finance, when she got a call from one of her tellers at the window.
"Hello Mrs. Davidson, I have a Mr. James here, he would like to talk to you about some fees and charges he's disputing", it was Breanne, a newer teller on the other end.
It had already been a long day for Laura, and without thinking, and trying to have fun with her new teller, she answered with "Yes, I see him on the monitor, tell him he's not good looking enough to come in and talk to me."
Before she could say she was kidding, she heard the customer interrupting her "Ummm...excuse me?" It was then Laura realized the new teller had mistakenly called her on speaker phone.
Laura put her hand over her face, knowing her day just got much worse, "Send Mr. James into my office Breanne, you and I will talk later." Embarrassed, Breanne led Michael James into Laura's office.
Laura tried to take the lead in the conversation, standing up at her desk in her red top, covered by a black pin striped jacket, with matching pants, but Michael cut her off, "I just want you to know, that was extremely unnecessary, and very unprofessional, other customers, and your employees heard your assessment of me, thank you for that."
Immediately, Laura went into damage control mode, "Yes, Mr. James, absolutely, it has been a long day, and you're right, that shouldn't have ever happened, I do sincerely apologize, how can I help you, and how can I make this better?"
Michael knew he was already in a position of leverage, "You do realize, I have every right to speak with the district manager about this if I wanted."
Laura knew he did, and knew the area supervisor did not take kindly to complaints about managers, she did not want this escalating anywhere near that level.
"Mr. James, please, tell me how we can make this right, and resolve this here in office, we have options, those fees you were mentioning? I'm sure those will be gone by the end of your visit today. Sound good?"
Michael considered accepting on spot, but decided to push his luck, "Mrs. Davidson, I feel the fees, never should have been assessed, but I come in, and get insulted, I think this requires a bit more."
Laura looked over her desk, "Mr. James, given some time, I can think of some things for compensation for you, we solve problems here, and this will be solved, I promise you."
As Michael looked down the woman who was barely into her 50's slightly longer than shoulder length blonde hair, and into her green eyes, he smiled, "We can solve this here and now, no doubt, this incident never brought up again, sound good?"
Laura perked up, "Yes, Mr. James, what can we do about this?"
Michael smiled again, "You may want to pull down the blinds on your window, I'd like for you to strip to your bra and panties for me."
A look of disbelief came over her face, "Mr. James, please, out of the question, and out of my office."
Michael looked at her, "I can do that, I'm sure you'll expect a call from your district manager soon."
The bank manager thought it over, "Mr. James, there has to be something, bank related, we can do to fix this."
Michael shook his head, "You heard my request."
Laura thought it over in her head, she was married, she was a successful professional, but she did not want to think about the repercussions of her mistake earlier. She backed her chair away, stood up, and lowered the blinds on the large window behind her. Michael gave her a wicked smile, as she looked at him with a bit of disdain.
"I mean I already apologized, asking me to do this is pretty low Mr. James" She said, as she walked back toward the desk, "I mean, really, what would my husband think?"
Michael looked her over carefully, "That's an excellent question Mrs. Davidson, what would your husband think of you making comments that you only want attractive men coming into your office to speak to you?" Laura rolled her eyes at his comment, "And that you're now about to undress for a customer in your office, yes, please tell me what he would think."
Laura answered, "He would think I said something stupid, and you're being really rude in holding it over my head, please Mr. James, let me look into another way to fix this."
Michael looked right into her eyes, "Just begin to undress Mrs. Davidson, and your superiors will never know what happened today." Laura tilted her head to one side, and began to slide her jacket off her shoulders.
As she got it off, Michael instructed her, "Toss it on the desk." Laura did so, and dreaded the next instruction, as she looked at him. "Continue, ways to go yet." She looked back at the blinds, making sure they were securely closed, and pulled her red silky top up, and over her head, tossing it onto the desk also.
Now stripped to her black bra, and pin striped pants, she pleaded again, "Mr. James, this is really quite enough, you've seen much more than you should, you ought be going."
Michael only made a downward motion with his index finger, "Pants, Mrs. Davidson." Laura did not like being told what to do by this complete stranger, and roughly undid the clasp on her pants, and unzipped them, showing black panties, with thin white stripes, but this only made Michael want more.
In her haste, and frustration, Laura tugged her pants down to her mid thighs, exposing her underpants fully, she did not realize this was only turning Michael on more.
"There. Now go, we're closing soon anyway", she told him forcefully. Michael had a thought, and it would not be one, Laura would like at all.
Michael took Laura's jacket and blouse from the desk. "I'll be going soon", he said, "But first, please call your teller Breanne, and ask her to come into the office."
Laura took a couple long, deep breaths, looking down at her bare minimum clothing before finally getting out, "I will NOT! You have gotten what you wanted, out, now!"
Michael looked more stern, "Mrs. Davidson, you will call Breanne in, or I will drag you out in the middle of your bank room floor in your bra and panties, and not care about what happens after that, your choice."
Laura looked at him, "And just what are you going to do when Breanne gets in here?"
Michael looked down at the phone, "Just bring her in here, we'll deal with the rest later."
Once more Laura looked down her barely clothed body, and at her clothes in the customers hands, "Please Mr. James, don't?" The response was not what she wanted, as he only picked up the phone from her desk, and handed it to her.
Laura pushed a button, and slowly spoke, "Breanne...please come into my office when you're done with that customer?" Out at her window counter, Breanne nodded, and replied, "Yes, Mrs. Davidson", fearing a lecture coming.
Laura stared at the door waiting for it to open, Michael told her, "Step to the wall, nobody else out there has to see this, you've been listening well so far." Laura stepped over to the wall, out of view from anyone out on the main floor, waiting for the door to open.
Slowly, the door opened, and Breanne Rodriguez came in, wearing a pair of gray slacks, and a gray jacket, over her hot pink blouse. She was in her early 20's, and to say she was shocked by what she saw would be a huge understatement.
Michael closed the door behind her, and Breanne just stood, staring at Laura. Laura looked to the floor, just mumbling "Now what Mr. James?"
Michael walked over to Breanne, "Well, Mrs. Davidson here made a pretty big mistake, and she's trying to make it right, you made a mistake also Breanne, though not as big as hers, would you like to help her fix this? We're almost done here."
Breanne looked over at Michael, asking, "H-How would I do that?"
