Emily Swanson spent most of her life taking care of her parents. She had a brief affair at college, which was pretty much the total of her sexual experience. She worked long, hard hours as an Executive Assistant at a large corporation. Practically all her money went to taking care of her parents. Her mother was recently placed in a high-priced care facility.
Emily was rather attractive, with beautiful large brown eyes. She kept herself well. Neat, well-groomed, conservative clothes. Tall, shapely legs, trim figure, Just no time to socialize. On the job, she oozed efficiency. Always punctual, kept excellent records. She was a star employee.
The layoff bug had hit the corporation. Everyone was looking over their shoulder. The corp headquarters had just replaced Emily's boss, and she was very nervous.
She was called into the new boss's office, Mr. Ed Brown.
"Yes, Sir," as she walked in, notepad at the ready.
"Sit." Miss Swanson
Emily sat somewhat nervous. Mr. Brown looked rather grave.
"Emily, I have to decide whom to keep and whom to let go. But, of course, I would rather not let you go. However, you're going to have to make some changes."
Emily stuttered, "I don't understand what changes?"
"Open your legs," Miss Swanson.
Emily blushed bright red, sure she misunderstood him.
Either open your legs or go clean out your desk. No discussion, no argument, do it.
Emily timidly opened her legs. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, pantyhose, and plain white panties.
"From now on, that's how you will sit in my office, understand?"
"Yes, sir," she answered.
The rest of the day Emily spent trying to impress Mr. Brown with her efficiency. She struggled to remember to open her legs when she sat. Emily had a habit of beating the boss to work, but Mr. Brown was in his office the following morning. A first for her.
"Come in." Miss Swanson
Emily went in he motioned her to sit. She remembered to open her legs despite the humiliation.
"Well done, Miss Swanson," with a smirk." tomorrow, I want you wearing stockings and a garter belt. You may have time this afternoon to shop if required. Your clothing choice non-negotiable, do you understand,"
"Yes, sir," head bowed.
The rest of the day went as a regular workday. Mr. Brown was very efficient, a trait admired by Emily. The following day, as she sat in his office, she struggled to open her legs. Emily thought of the alternative and knew she could not afford to lose this job. She spread her legs.
"Very nice, Miss Swanson, your prospects are looking up." as he could the whites of her thighs above the stockings.
The following two days were uneventful. They worked well together. Friday afternoon, as they were closing up for the weekend, she was sitting in his office.
"Miss Swanson, no panties on Monday or any day after that, understood?"
Emily started to protest.
"It's your choice, Miss Swanson. Take it or leave it."
