1. Dress Code, part 3


    Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    them, he continued, “Allison, Jonathan, this is Anne Burlington, whom I told you all about yesterday.” He put a little extra emphasis on the word all that sent a shiver down Anne’s spine. Had he really told them everything? Should she speak? They hadn’t yet, having barely acknowledged her presence. “Pleased to meet you,” she murmured, almost inaudibly. Neither said anything, but both gave almost imperceptible nods as they looked her over thoroughly and appraisingly. Jonathan Mawhinney was perhaps three or four years younger than Mr. Slater. Anne guessed his age at about thirty-five. His face was more open and friendlier than Mr. Slater’s, although he was known to be unnervingly brilliant and demanding. His height was hard to gauge, but he was well built, broader and more muscular than Mr. Slater. His intelligent blue eyes inspected her, and his gaze seemed to undress her. Allison Davenport’s eyes, in contrast, did not seem friendly. They bored into Anne like augurs, and Anne had the distinct feeling of being judged and found wanting. The female partner was the oldest of the three, perhaps in her early or even mid-forties, but she had a lithe, dancer’s figure. The rumor that Anne had already heard in the office was that she had contemplated a career in ballet but had grown too tall (and as the person who had told Anne the gossip had laughed about, her boobs had gotten a bit too big). Her jet-black hair was arranged in a loose bun, which emphasized the knife edges of her ...
    elegant cheekbones. She wore little makeup, and her jewelry was limited to diamond studs in her ears and a simple gold chain around her neck. These were the most important and powerful people in the firm, the current generation of the firm’s fabled founders, who were probably at least the grandparents if not the great-grandparents of the trio in front of whom she now stood. Anne’s heart was in her mouth as she contemplated what might happen next. “Miss Burlington.” Her boss’s voice broke into her reverie. “We have some questions about your performance so far. I have given our conversation yesterday considerable thought, and I have discussed your case thoroughly with my two partners, and we have some concerns.” “Yes, sir?” Anne said, her heart hammering. She looked around for a place to sit, but the chairs that had been in front of his desk yesterday were nowhere to be seen. Trying not to fidget, she stood in front of the firm’s three named partners. “Miss Burlington,” Mr. Slater continued, “When I first asked you about your failure to wear the proper undergarments, you said, ‘I was short on laundry and I didn’t think anyone would know,’ or words to that effect. Does this match your recollection?” Anne nodded nervously. “As I pointed out at the time,” he went on, “the state of your laundry hamper is immaterial to the firm’s policies. Moreover, as I also noted, your statement indicated knowledge of the dress code, and willful disobedience, rather than ignorance. As we know, ...