Casual Fuck Fridays

This one has been sitting dormant a long while. Honestly, I was never going to publish it, as it steps into a bit of idiocy, but what the hell. It's just a one-off.

***

"Hey, Luna. Did you finish payroll for Gamma Tool & Craft?" Dan Harding asked the new girl. By new, I mean Luna's been working at Dan's accounting firm for all of six months. Rachel and I have been working under Dan for over six years, and we're the only others in the company.

Luna came off her chair and reached across the desk, leaning far over. Her ample cleavage was well on display in her low-cut blouse, but Dan didn't seem to notice. "Yes, Mr. Harding. The report is right here," she said. She pulled out a manila folder from a pile and passed it to her boss, slowly sliding back into her chair, puffing out her chest unnecessarily, trying to get a response from him. Dan turned around and zipped back to his office.

"Thanks," he called out, slamming the door behind him.

Luna sighed, defeating. She looked to me and asked, "Is he blind?"

"Who? Dan?" I asked.

Luna nodded, and I was about to answer, but Rachel interjected, "Honey, if you're trying to get Dan's attention, you might as well give up. All that man thinks about is work. Nothing else enters his brain."

Luna slapped at her desk and frowned. "I just wish he would notice me." She mumbled something else under her breath, but I couldn't make it out. If I had to guess, Luna was accustomed to getting special attention from men, and probably used that to her advantage. I liked the fact that Dan kept things professional, but I admit, if I knew flirting would work with him, I'd do it, too. Dan's a catch.

Rachel and I went to Ernie's Bistro for lunch, while Luna, as usual, stayed at her desk to eat. We knew she did it in hopes of being alone with Dan, but he usually eats by himself, in his private office. On rare occasions, he'll take a few minutes to visit Luna at the end of his lunch hour, but Dan isn't very sociable.

"I swear, Brooke. She's getting worse," said Rachel, biting into her sandwich.

"Who?"

"Luna. Constantly trying to flirt with Dan. Shows off her body all the time. As much as she thinks she can get away with, anyway." I laughed, because it's true. My desk is closer to Luna's than Rachel's, so I get a good view of her. A few days ago, she wore a skirt so short, I got flashed on three occasions. Thankfully, she was wearing panties. "You know what I'm saying, right?" asked Rachel.

I nodded, smiling. "Luna's young. She's probably used to manipulating guys with her looks, but she's lost with how passive Dan is. To be fair, if you remember, you and I were kind of perplexed about it, too. You know, when we first started here."

Rachel and I were hired the same year, both of us in our mid-20s at the time. Every job we had, up to that point in our lives, had men flirting with us. I worked at a restaurant before this, and Rachel worked at a bar, and briefly at an office supply store. Managers hit on us, customers hit on us, delivery drivers hit on us, everyone did. Pretty much any guy who sees an attractive, young, single woman would take their shot. Some are more annoying about it than others. Rachel and I are glad Dan is nothing like that, but on the other hand, he's as dry and coarse as sandpaper. There's never a "You look nice today" or "I like the new haircut." He doesn't notice, or compliment us, on anything.

Suddenly, a maniacal grin came over Rachel, a sparkle in her eye. "Oh my God, Brooke. I have the best idea!"

"What's that?" I asked, skeptical.

"It will drive Luna nuts, guaranteed. Do you trust me? Do you want to have a little, harmless fun?"

"Maybe," I said. "So long as we don't create a toxic workplace. I may not love Luna, but she does her job, and I don't care that Dan ignores her."

"Oh, this will only be a bit of fun, is all. Besides, it'll be interesting to see if Dan even notices."

"Notices what?"

"You and me. Us. For the next few weeks, you and I are going to dress just like Luna does."

I laughed. "What? Why?"

Rachel leaned in, giggling. "Because Luna's so jealous of you, for one, but either way, she will not want anyone, you or me, one-upping her."

"Where do you get the idea Luna is jealous of me?"

"Trust me, Brooke" Rachel said, "She's envious that you and Dan get along so well."

"Of course I get along with Dan. We've worked together forever, but it's entirely platonic."

"Luna thinks you two have chemistry or something, and I'm telling you, she's jealous. So, are you with me on this?"

I kind of shook my head in disbelief and agreed, "Okay, I guess. I don't know if it will really work like you think--"

"Oh, it'll work. And trust me, Brooke. Luna's going to dress even sluttier. Once she sees you and me strutting around, matching her, she's going to have to take it further. Here's what I say: We follow her lead every time."

"Like, copy everything she wears?"

"More or less. She's not going to like either of us flashing our cleavage at Dan. Guaranteed, she'll take things up a notch. I say we see how far she's willing to go."

"You're crazy," I said. "Dan's never going to let us--"

"You think Dan will notice anything?" Rachel snorted. "Hah!"

I stopped and thought about it. "Actually, it would be kind of funny to find out. All three of us playing it up? I wonder if Dan will say anything at all, or even notice! We've never once gotten a reaction from him, Rachel. He didn't even react when you told that blowjob story at your divorce party last year."

"Now we have two reasons to run this little experiment," Rachel grinned. "One, to drive Luna nuts, and two, to see if Dan has a heartbeat. Let's start tomorrow. Come dressed in something similar to what Luna is wearing today. I'll do the same."

I had plenty of cute and sexy outfits tucked away in my closets. Back in my waitressing and college days, I wore them often. Honestly, back then, I kind of behaved like Luna does now, flirting to get a leg up in life. I didn't take it to extremes, but there were plenty of guys who might work an extra shift on my behalf, if I would only bat my lashes and smile at them. The sexy clothes certainly drove their attention my way.

I decided to play into Rachel's scheme. I picked a button-up blouse, leaving the top three undone. I have a push-up bra that's a little small on me, which only enhanced the effect I was going for, shoving up mounds of flesh. I'm not sure I'm bigger up top than Luna, but if I had to guess, we're pretty close. My skirt wasn't quite as short as what Luna typically wears, but it's skintight and light in color. I decided to go without panties, because I didn't want panty lines ruining the sleek look.

I wasn't in the office for an hour, when Dan approached me. It was my first chance to show off in the sexy attire. Luna was watching carefully as he approached. She's been standoffish all morning, ever since she first saw me walk through the door. "Hi, Brooke," said Dan. "I need those Polygon Fabrication P&L reports by tomorrow. Can you do that?"

"Already done," I answered. "I'll zip it over to you. I haven't made a physical copy."

"Oh, it's already done? Awesome! Nice outfit, by the way." Dan turned and headed back to his office, while both Luna and I were trying to pick our jaws off the floor. That's the first time I have ever heard Dan compliment anyone's dress, much less mine. I was blushing, in fact. I looked down, seeing my cleavage was so deep, I could almost see the tips of my areolas. I guess he likes this kind of thing, after all. I don't know if Rachel heard Dan's compliment, but Luna certainly had. She was fuming, so I turned back to my monitor and began tapping away at the keyboard. Rachel was right. That was fun.

I wore something similar the following day, with a short, loose skirt, but the same kind of button-up shirt. This morning, however, Luna was wearing an interesting blouse, buttoned at the top and bottom, with a slit down the center, showcasing inner breast cleavage, no bra. It was very bold. Her tight skirt ended all of four inches from her ass. Rachel was wearing a similar blouse to mine, but with a flowing skirt, with a slit down the side. It showcased her long and lean legs. She doesn't have the same kind of cleavage that Luna and I possess, but she has a terrific figure.

Luna and I exchanged pleasantries this morning, but we both were closely scrutinizing each other's outfits as we did. I could see it in her eyes. I wanted to say something about her slutty state of dress. Surely, having half your tits bobbing around in the office would be considered bad office etiquette. Dan would admonish it, I hoped. Regardless, if he lets this go unmentioned and unchallenged, I would be pressed to wear something similar tomorrow, and I'm not sure I like that idea.

Dan came out of his office about ten o'clock, carrying two packages. He stopped by my desk and said, "Thanks for that report yesterday, Brooke. Well done. You think you could do the same for Wynn Graphics? We need to present them with a summary soon."

"Sure, no problem. Everything in the system?"

"Should be up to date. I appreciate it. Say, by next Friday?"

"Oh, hell. No problem. Plenty of time."

"Thanks," Dan said, before moving over to Luna's desk. I noticed she slouched just a bit, causing the gap between her blouse and skin to open more. Her tits were practically hanging out. "Luna, could you properly address these? Maybe have them ready for the parcel pickup today?"

Luna perked up and smiled, taking the packages from Dan. "Sure. I'll have it in the drop box in twenty minutes."

"Perfect," said Dan, clapping his hands. "I love your outfit, by the way. Looks nice on you." He turned and went back to his office, while Luna was beaming ear to ear.

I could not believe what I had just witnessed. Dan wasn't angry with Luna's inappropriate office attire at all. He actually complimented it. Now, I was the one fuming. He must like tits. Dan's never complimented any of us on our looks, or our dress, until yesterday. I was showcasing a hefty amount of boob when he commented on my outfit. At worst, it would be described as sexy. Not slutty, like Luna looks right now, but I think Dan gave her a bigger compliment than me.

Luna was hopping on her toes the whole morning after that exchange. Of course, she stayed in the office for lunch, while Rachel and I went to our usual spot. The regulars noticed us coming in, pleasantly surprised by our new outfits. I played it up and flirted with Bruce at the counter, while ordering the club on rye. Once we were seated, I asked Rachel, "Did you hear Dan this morning?"

Rachel pouted. "Yes, I did, and I'm a bit jealous. He's complimented both of you, but said nothing to me."

"You saw what Luna's wearing, right? Is that even legal in an office?"

Rachel shrugged. "To be fair, I've seen some rich guys with their P.A.s dressing overtly sexy. It's not unheard of. Luna is pushing boundaries, but I guess it's okay with Dan."

"Who knew?" I bit into a potato chip and thought over the dilemma. "Just what the hell am I going to wear tomorrow that will match Luna today? And you? Are you still going to do it?"

"We committed, Brooke. Wanna back out?"

I pondered over it a minute more. "No. You were right about Luna taking things further. I'm still in."

Rachel chuckled. "You can keep matching her energy, and see what her next play is, or... we could take it up a notch and not leave Luna many options."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Rachel got that familiar glint in her eye again. "Say, tomorrow, we dress in the skimpiest things we can possibly get away with. The only way to take it further would be to get vulgar. I mean it. Wear whatever you have that shows off lots of flesh. A whole lot."

"Like, when I go clubbing or something?"

"Tomorrow's Friday. Casual dress day. Technically, we can wear anything we want."

"Holy shit, Rachel. I didn't even think of that," I said.

"It's just us four in the office. No one ever drops by, so dress in the sluttiest thing you got. I'll be right there with you. I have a transparent top that's perfect for this. Hmm. Bra, or no bra? Shelf bra?" Rachel giggled, thinking over the possibilities. Suddenly, her face lit up and she grabbed me. "Oh, you should wear that green dress you wore to last year's St. Patty's party! But this time, without a bra!"

"Oh my goodness, Rachel. My tits would be exposed every time I lean over. That dress was a disaster."

"That's why you should wear it! It looks terrific when it isn't slipping off your shoulders, but the slipping over the shoulders part is what makes it so interesting."

"Yeah, it's the fabric," I complained. "It's like silky smooth, so it slips easily. Maybe I could tape it."

"Why take all the fun out of it, Brooke?" Rachel winked.

"I'll think about it."

**

I almost burst out in laughter when I walked through the door the next day. As promised, Rachel wore her transparent top, her perky tits well on display, impressive pokies, to boot. Luna was even worse, wearing a weird, body-fitting top that had holes cut out of it. There was plenty of side boob, inner boob, under boob, everything was on display. Even bits of tummy, back and shoulders were exposed. The holes were stylishly cut, meant to show exactly what was showing, and just enough to hide the intimate bits. No nipple. I knew it wouldn't take much to change that, though. If Luna moved just the right way, or bent over, an "accident" is highly probable. Same goes for me.

I rushed over to Rachel, and quickly whispered, "Holy shit, girl. This looks like an office of hoes, waiting on their pimp."

"Oh, come on. Maybe me and Luna, but you look professional.

"Yeah, until I sneeze. This dress slips easily, remember?" It held together fine while I stood straight, and so long as I didn't lean over too far in any particular direction.

Just then, the door burst open and in came Dan. He was carrying two large boxes, one on top of the other. "Oh, hi girls!" he said. "I know I'm early, but I had to pick up some files yesterday from Lee Hammersmith. I want to get it sorted before lunch." Dan kicked the door closed behind him and began shuffling across the room.

Luna rushed over to him. "Do you need any help, boss?" she asked.

Dan turned to her and stopped for a second, taking a moment to process what he was seeing. "No, thanks, Luna. I got this. Maybe someone could get the door to my office, though."

"I'll help," I said, marching over to the door and opening it for him. He was only a few feet from me, when the top box began to slide off the one Dan was holding. I leapt over to stop it from happening and my left shoulder strap slipped right off. I caught the box just in time, sliding it back in place, but my left breast was in perfect view. "Shit! I said. "I saw that box falling and..." I quickly grabbed my strap and repositioned it.

Dan was smiling and relieved. "Jesus, thank you for catching that, Brooke. If that had dropped, and the papers went flying, it would have been a nightmare getting it back in order." He finally pushed through to his office and turned. "Nice dress, by the way. I don't think I've ever seen you in that."

"Yeah, you weren't at last year's St. Patty's party," Rachel said. "Brooke rocks that dress."

Dan placed the boxes at his feet and poked his head out the door. "Brooke sets a fine example of how to dress. I think she looks very nice." He went back inside, closing the door behind him.

"What the fuck!?" Luna groaned. She marched over to me, pointing. "Did you just show him your tits?"

I reared back from the accusation. "I didn't mean to, Luna. I was just trying to help."

"Oh, yeah, sure, right," Luna said, with thick layers of sarcasm in the tone.

She stormed back to her desk, leaving me and Rachel eyeing each other. Rachel mouthed, "Told you so," and went back to her work. The rest of the day was uneventful. Dan didn't come out of his office until the end of it, and left with his usual "Goodbye, see you tomorrow," phrase.

**

"Jesus, Luna!" I screamed, the moment I walked in the office the following Monday. "Did you forget to wear a shirt?" Luna was currently dressed in a skirt so short, the bottom of her rump was exposed. She wore a corset-style top, with a shelf-bra of sorts. Her dark areolas were easily seen, her nipples on the verge of slipping out. In contrast, I was back to wearing a tight blouse, but with four buttons open this time. Even without a bra, cleavage poured into view. I was lucky they were so firm. Regardless, at least my nips weren't catching air.

"What?" Luna barked back. "You're the one who strips in the office! I just decided to dress more comfortably."

Just then, Rachel bounced in, wearing an open-sleeve, band t-shirt and no bra. The sleeves were cut down the sides, so Rachel's tits could easily be exposed from the side. What surprised me most was Rachel's skirt was almost as short as Luna's.

"Oh, come on!" I cried out. "This is getting ridiculous. For all of us!"

"What do you mean?" asked Luna.

Rachel played dumb, saying, "What? What's ridiculous?"

I didn't have time to answer, because Dan burst through the door next. "Oh, hi, girls," he said, waving, about to walk past us. He stopped the moment his brain caught up with what he was seeing. "Uh... girls. I was hoping to avoid this conversation, but I think I'm going to have to ask you all to dress more appropriately for the office. I, uh.... I'm not sure I understand it, either. Just... WHY are you dressing like this?" Dan was glaring us all up and down as he spoke, looking frustrated. He landed on Rachel when he finished his question.

Rachel blushed, grinning. "Okay, okay, boss. I'll fess up. Brooke and I got the wild idea to dress like Luna, and every time she took things further, we followed."

"What!?" screamed Luna. "You did not!"

I laughed, hoping I could calm the room. "Luna, it was all in good fun. Please don't get angry. It's just Rach--"

Dan interrupted before I could go further. "Hold up!" he yelled. "I really don't want to know the reasoning, but I want to be clear about some things. You girls can't go around looking like club dancers, flashing your tits and ass at me, and trying to win my favor. You must know, I don't date, or play favorites, with the staff. It's always been my rule." He turned to Rachel, pointing. "Frankly, I'm mostly mad at you. I never should have listened to you."

"Wait, what?" I asked. "Listened to her? About what?"

Dan turned to me while still pointing at Rachel. "Rachel told me to compliment your outfit the other day. She convinced me that you and Luna were having self-esteem issues, and just saying something nice about your dress would make your day." He turned back to Rachel. "Now I see, she asked me to do it, to cause a little chaos. Am I right?"

Rachel grinned. "Guilty. I'm sorry. I was only having a bit of fun."

"Yes, but maybe at mine and Luna's expense. I mean, look at her. She might as well be naked."

"Well, I thought you'd like it!" Luna belted out. "The way you looked at Brooke when..." Her voice trailed off. "I just thought you would like this, is all!" Luna puffed out her chest, and waved at her tits.

Dan sighed. "Luna, you are a pretty lady, but if you must know, I am not attracted to large breasts." He pointed back to Rachel. "Frankly, Rachel has the exact kind of body type that I desire in a woman. Couldn't get much more perfect for my tastes." Rachel's eyes practically popped out of her head when hearing this admission, but Dan kept going. "I'd have been chasing Rachel's tail from the get-go, if I was the kind of boss who dates his subordinates, but I'm not. So, please, from now on, come to work dressed!"

Luna deflated as Dan admitted his preferences, while Rachel looked like a beam of holy light was shining upon her. I giggled and said, "You're right, Dan. We never would have guessed you had the hots for Rachel."