The arrival of Richard Newman in the
Finance offices of Thurman & Kite caused quite a stir. Not only was he
tall and incredibly good-looking, he was also, as rumour had it, single.
Most of the women in the office were attached and took no more than a passing
interest, but an air of competitiveness immediately arose between the two
youngest women: Claudia (22) and Marie (24). Each went out of her way to
spend as much time with him as possible, and amused the rest of the office no
end in their attempts to attract his attention.
The first sign of trouble, however,
started when Claudia turned up to work one morning in a miniskirt. There
was nothing unusual about this - it was one that she had worn a few times before
- but this time she appeared to have scored a point against Marie, as Richard
took one look at the skirt and commented that she looked very nice.
Claudia glowed, and Marie, who had
overheard this comment, scowled. I, the romantically overlooked manager,
chuckled to myself. As long as this rivalry did not affect the performance
of the two girls concerned, I was not about to get involved. I was content
to sit back and watch the drama unfold.
And unfold it did. The following
morning, Marie arrived at work in a skirt as short as Claudia's. I was not
even aware that she possessed any miniskirts - she had certainly never worn one
before. I've no idea why not - her legs are lovely. At any rate the
new skirt achieved the desired effect, and Richard's eyes flicked to her hemline
whenever he thought nobody was looking. Foolish mortal - as if anybody in
the office has eyes sharper than my own.
Claudia seemed incensed that Marie had
worn a miniskirt. She herself was wearing a different skirt this time, one
that was slightly longer than Marie's and which drew less of Richard's
attention. I suspected that she would not make this mistake again.
Nor did she. The following day,
both women were wearing miniskirts ... Marie's was no doubt another new one, and
was just as short as the one she had worn the day before - a little below
mid-thigh, I would say. Claudia's was shorter - this was one she had not
worn to work before, though it was perfectly smart. It raised a few
eyebrows around the office, and Marie's face was a picture - I nearly choked on
my tea when I saw her look of disbelief and annoyance. The funniest thing
was watching her cross and uncross her legs several times so that her skirt rode
up her thighs until it was as short as Claudia's. A crude strategy, but it
seemed to work. Richard actually came over to talk to her (work-related,
I'm sure) and perched on the edge of her desk while he pretended not to look at
her legs. All in all, I think the result that day was a draw, with both
women getting equal time and attention from the Incredible Hunk.
Then it was the weekend. I didn't
even think about the matter as I worked in the garden. My pond was getting
a little clogged and I spent some nicely therapeutic time cleaning it up.
On Monday morning I therefore arrived at work completely unprepared for what I
was to see.
Think Ally McBeal at her most revealing.
You know, the episode in which she actually gets into trouble for wearing
microskirts in court? I cannot believe that the skirt Claudia was wearing
was designed for an office setting. She looked like she was preparing to
go clubbing (except for the incongruously conservative blouse which saved her,
as far as I was concerned, from being summoned into my office 'for a quiet
word'). Marie's skirt, while shorter than any she had yet worn (and I'm
sure she agonised for ages at home before making up her mind to wear it), was
not quite as racy.
As the day wore on and Claudia worked
her magic on Richard, Marie took a very definite back seat, seeming rather
subdued. I think she was coming to the conclusion that she could not
compete with Claudia, and she tried none of the leg-crossing tactics that had
proved so effective on Friday. By the end of the day, I figured that the
battle was finally won, the arms race over.
I could hardly have been more wrong.
I don't know where Marie bought the skirt that she arrived in on Tuesday
morning, but since it matched her jacket I can only conclude that she radically
altered a suit whose skirt had at one time been a reasonable length.
Fortunately the jacket was a short one, otherwise it might have come down lower
than the skirt itself. I considered for a while whether to invite Marie
into my office for a stern chat, but heck, she looked pretty good! She may
have been dressed revealingly, but she was certainly still dressed smartly.
As it happened, Marie came into my
office all by herself. As she sat down, I was treated to a nice view of
her white panties, which there was no way in hell that she was going to be able
to avoid showing me. When she crossed her legs, the outside of her thigh
was uncovered all the way up to her hip. She asked me candidly if I
thought her skirt was too short.
I hesitated for a moment, then I told
her I thought she looked great. Maybe I was cowardly, I don't know, but of
the two women I definitely like Marie the best, and I thought I might earn
points with her if I supported her. And maybe I did, because she smiled as
she got up and gave me another look at her panties.
I saw her talking with Claudia
afterwards. Claudia, apparently, was astonished that I hadn't objected to
Marie's skirt, and she stormed into my office to object strenuously. Her
point was valid, but her reasons for making it were highly suspect. Her
own skirt was a little shorter than mid-thigh length - quite conservative next
to Marie's - but she had worn a shorter one the previous day and I reminded her
of this. She called Marie a bunch of names and accused me of favouritism,
at which point I told her that I had no objection to short skirts as long as
they were smart. Claudia shut up, then, and marched out of my office,
treating my door most unkindly as she went.
I decided I was going to have to do
something about Richard. I had no real objection to bare legs in the
office, but I do take a dim view of work avoidance, and from what I saw, Richard
got very little work done that day. When he was not chatting with Marie,
he was watching her either out of the corner of his eye or (more often)
unabashedly with the front of his eyes. I contemplated getting Marie to
turn her desk around so that Richard did not have a direct view of her legs, but
I dismissed this as being unnecessarily dictatorial. My employees are paid
enough to manage their own time - if they waste time and their results suffer,
then I'll get on their case. If they waste time and still get their jobs
done, then perhaps I need to give them more to do.
Richard, a capable fellow, had settled
well into his job, and I called him in to discuss additional responsibilities.
He agreed to take them on, and when he left I told myself that he would no
longer be able to afford the time to stare at Marie's (or Claudia's) thighs for
minutes on end.
The following morning I arrived at work
with a sense of trepidation. Claudia, I suspected, would try to outdo
Marie, though there was no way in hell I was going to sanction a skirt shorter
than Marie's of the previous day. I settled myself behind my desk and
waited for the women to arrive.
Marie arrived first, in a skirt just as
short as the one she had been wearing the previous day. This one was
black, and there was no matching suit top. I was less happy with this one
than I was with the shortened suit, but it was still smart-ish, I suppose.
And she did look fantastic.
Then Claudia arrived. She was
clever, I'll grant her that. The skirt was no shorter than Marie's, so I
couldn't fault her on that score, and it was smarter than the things Claudia
normally turns up in. What was almost more immediately noticeable,
however, was her lack of a bra. The thin white top she wore was of a silky
texture and was very nice, but from the way it moved as she walked you could
easily tell that she was unfettered. That, and the fact that you could see
her nipples through the thin material.
Richard was practically falling over his
tongue. If it were not for his devilishly charming demeanour as he ogled
Claudia's chest, he would have been branded an utter creep. As it was,
however, Claudia lapped up the attention. And I was left feeling powerless
to do anything about it. I did not feel I could tell Claudia off for not
wearing a bra - just how would I phrase that? She could quite easily
retort that I should not have been looking at her chest. As, indeed, I
should not. But Richard was, and she did not seem to mind that...
Marie was getting uncharacteristically
bold by this time. Her job entails quite a lot of filing, and the filing
cabinet is almost directly opposite Richard's desk on the far wall of the
office. Now call me old-fashioned, but as far as I know the correct way to
access low places in a short skirt is to crouch with bent knees.
Marie seemed to have forgotten this, and bent instead at the waist in
order to place paperwork in the lowest drawers of the filing cabinet. My
office being separated from the rest of the open-plan working area by a
partition set with tall glass panels, I had almost as good a view of Marie's
buttocks as Richard did. I'm sure she was wearing a thong.
Both girls seemed to spend practically
the whole day vying for Richard's attention, but they found it harder than
usual. I had more than an
occasional smirk as I watched Richard hard at work on the projects I had given
him, failing to notice some of the visual treats being offered up by Claudia and
Marie. Both girls seemed
disappointed by his comparative lack of attentiveness, and I hoped that perhaps
the competition might die down a little as a result.
More fool me! On Thursday I arrived before the girls as usual, and watched
with interest to see what they would be wearing today. I would have bet
money on their clothes being more conservative today, but if I had then I'd have
lost it. Marie arrived first. She had apparently decided to follow
Claudia's example and dispense with a bra. Only instead of wearing a nice,
smart, silky top like Claudia had done, Marie was sporting a low-cut tank-top
that I considered totally inappropriate for an office setting. Granted, it
was a hot day, but we do get visitors in our office sometimes and I was feeling
distinctly nervous at the thought of what my boss might say if he brought round
one of our customers. The sight of Marie's nipples poking through the
fabric was arousing, certainly, but there is a time and a place for everything.
Yet what made me most nervous was
Marie's skirt. It was the shortest yet - a tiny blue number that barely
covered her buttocks. In fact it would not surprise me if she carefully
measured it so that it would just cover her bottom and no more. She
glanced in my direction as she sat down at her desk, as if checking to see what
my reaction was, but I was not about to give anything away - I was staring at my
screen by the time her gaze reached me.
And then Claudia arrived. Holy
crap, and I thought I'd been shocked by Marie's appearance! Claudia had on
the shortest skirt imaginable. Her panties were showing beneath her
hemline even when she was standing up straight. As she walked into the
office, the small triangle of white cotton was mesmerising. When she
turned her back to me to get behind her desk, her buttocks were not so much
peeping out as taking a good long look around. And her top was as
inappropriate as, if not more so than, Marie's. Pale cream in colour, and
made of a very thin material with buttons that she was not using, it was tied at
the front in a big knot, the effect of which was to draw attention to her
breasts, which were highly visible since the material was practically
transparent.
Enough, I decided, was enough.
The arms race had gone too far. I had an office to run, after all,
and my employees were here to work, not provide fantasy material for the male
staff. I had to call a halt to this
trend now, for if it continued, where would it end?
With both girls turning up to work naked?
I mulled this thought over in my mind
for a while as I watched the girls vying for Richard's attention.
Maybe I was being a little harsh, I thought to myself as I reached into
my panties and began to stroke my pussy…