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Chapter 77.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 077
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: MF exhib
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 77
The "new girl"
Merry showed up for work as usual, but the outfit pushed Ann a bit.
It wasn't an incitement to riot, by any means, and was quite respectable
with the bolero jacket on, but when Merry took it off, the change was a bit
of a shock. "Keep your knees together, Honey!" was the first thing out of
her mouth.
"Too much?" Merry asked, concerned.
"Nooo... It's just the change that keeps hitting me between the eyes.
Still, I don't know how much farther I can afford to let you go. I've asked
for a partner's meeting at 10:00 to feel my way into the dress code thing.
If Bert and a couple of the others see you beforehand, it might help them
understand what they're up to," Ann remarked.
"Okay. Bert wants to see me in a bit, anyway." Merry went to her desk
and began working on a document.
Ten minutes later, Jason Fitts wandered by on the way to the water
cooler, discovered the view, and made a point of stopping and taking it in.
Merry smiled to herself. A week ago, she'd have been incensed; now she
furtively arched her back just a touch to add to the presence. After a
moment, Jason wandered on, reluctantly.
Bert buzzed her, "Marilyn, do you have that stuff for Felz? Let's
look at it."
Marilyn uttered a demure "Yes, sir," and gathered the documents.
Bert was and wasn't surprised today. He wasn't in that he THOUGHT
that he was prepared for her arrival, having taken pains not to be taken by
surprise as he had the day before. He was in that Merry (and Robert) had
pushed the edge of the envelope. Since he was watching from the moment she
opened the door, he got the full effect as she made the effort to sway in
delectably. That the halter wasn't hiding further support garments was
immediately obvious, and by the time Merry had leaned over to lay out the
folders, Bert was licking dry lips. "Thank you, Marilyn," he croaked. Both
of them knew it wasn't for the files. They played the game, both pretending
to be blithely unaware of Merry's display while Bert absorbed it and Merry
absorbed Bert's pleasure. Finally, Bert announced, "I think we're going to
require some changes. Would you like to sit and take notes while I
dictate?"
Merry smiled. "Certainly, sir." She seated herself in the straight
chair near the desk and crossed her legs, placing the retrieved documents
and her pad on her lap. Bert took the cover letter and began to go through
it, pacing. After a moment, Merry looked up guilelessly and said, "Why
don't I markup the document directly? You can look at it over my
shoulder..."
Bert blinked. "Excellent idea!" he exclaimed. He handed Merry the
document and stepped behind her, placing both hands on the high back of the
chair. He then leaned over and pretended to give 100% of his attention to
the document while in reality 60% was skiing down the valley between those
enticing breasts. They worked for twenty minutes that way before Merry
upped the ante. Pretending to be unconscious of it, she reached up and
dragged her finger along the halter's neckline, lifting it away from her
cleavage and affording Bert a view of first one erect nipple, then the
other. At the end of the sweep, she suddenly snatched it away and exclaimed
"Oops! Is it hot in here?"
Bert was. He was boiling! "Y-yes, I think it is!" he exclaimed. "Do
you want me to adjust the thermostat?"
"No, I'll just deal with it," Merry replied, reaching up and
fluttering her neckline.
Bert was in heaven! He hadn't been so aroused since several years
before his wife died! They continued to 'work' for a few more minutes,
Merry gently titillating him and smiling gently. Finally, he could take no
more. He gently dropped a hand upon her shoulder.
Merry moved instantly. "Ah ah! No touching! Robert was very
specific - he said you can look above the waist, but no more and no touching
without his specific permission!"
Bert, who had snatched back his hand as if it were burned, took a
moment to absorb this. "He said what? That sounds like..."
Merry smiled gently, "It does, doesn't it? Robert likes you, and he
feels you've been inordinately nice to us..."
Bert stood there, his mind running 1,000 miles an hour. Did that
mean... what it sounded like? "Marilyn, are you - is Robert - up to
something?"
Merry looked noncommittal, "I'm sure I don't know... Robert gave me
specific instructions about what I could do to make you happy, and under
what circumstances. I'm to please you as much as possible within the limits
set, without endangering my job. I haven't done that, have I?"
"No, you've been very sweet," Bert replied. "If anyone made a fool of
himself, it was I."
"You're not embarrassed, or anything, to the point of running some
exercise in self-denial, are you?" Merry asked sweetly.
"No. I have few enough pleasures. I'm not going to deny myself
anything as nice as this!" Bert declared. "Ummm, what EXACTLY were his
instructions?"
"I'm allowed to show you my nipples - no more and no touching - and
only if you're not scandalized and are enjoying the show." Merry parroted.
"Did he say just peeks, or did he say you could show them to me?"
Merry smiled. "I sense an effort to push things, here. But he also
told me to use my judgment, and to make you happy!" She got up and walked
to the door, then carefully locked it, as silently as she could. Then she
returned to stand before him and, watching his eyes, pulled the halter off
over her head. "I suppose you could examine them closely - even breathe on
them - as long as you don't touch..."
Bert did just that. Virtually hypnotized, he examined Merry's breasts
from every angle, and from as close up as he could get. He didn't have to
breathe on them; Merry's nipples elongated and her aureoles crinkled of
their own accord. Toward the end, Merry said sorrowfully, "I'm sorry I'm
not allowed to help... I guess you could..." She moved her hand in an
unmistakable jacking motion.
"No, I'm not ready to do that in front of you yet - I'll just save the
picture for later!" Sadly, he continued, "I guess that's enough. Thank you,
Marilyn - and thank your husband for me."
Merry curtsied, deliberately causing oscillations. "Thank you, kind
sir!" She re-donned her top. "Will there be anything else?"
Bert attempted to return to business. "How long before the
corrections are ready?"
"By afternoon, I'm sure."
"Fine. Bring them in when they're ready. Thank you VERY much, Dear!"
"You're very welcome!" With a wink, Merry carefully manipulated the
door lock and exited the room, closing the door behind her. Bert took some
time gathering himself.
Twenty minutes later, the partner's meeting began. Bert walked in to
hear Jason ask, "Did you see the babe that's filling in for Marilyn? Nice
hooters!"
Alicia sneered, "You really don't notice women above the neck, do
you?" At Jason's confused look, she continued, "That WAS Marilyn, you
asshole! She's just dressing differently!"
Ann cleared her throat. "Which brings to the reason for the meeting.
I've been asked to develop a formal dress code for various positions within
the Firm, by one of the employees. I am soliciting your input."
"Why now, all of a sudden?" Todd wondered.
"A spouse has asked for clarification. He's looking for an objective
document defining standards by position. There is some question as to what
defines upwardly mobile, and what is extremist." Ann responded crisply.
"So who is it?" Jason asked.
"I believe that the employee should remain nameless."
Bert found himself looking up and crossing glances with Alicia, who
obviously knew. Bert did, too, - it wasn't rocket science. "Okay, where do
we want to start?"
"I thought perhaps with the assistants?" Ann asked diffidently.
Bert took the bait. "I think we've set a pretty stodgy standard,
there. Marilyn is getting away from the pantsuit look, and I welcome it. I
think that as long as they don't embarrass anyone and they aren't actually
in court, they should be allowed to wear anything that they feel properly
asserts their femininity. Of course, Jason's assistant will have to
continue to wear the chastity belt..." Everyone laughed, even Ann, although
she was somewhat perplexed. She had expected Bert to set the upper end.
In the end, Ann was allowed to dictate, more or less. However, it was
made clear that a more lenient standard than Ann had expected to enforce was
allowed. Skirts were allowed to go to mid-thigh, (inner surface - where
does a thigh end on the outside? The hip bone?) Measured standards such as
4" above the knee, it was pointed out, are more revealing on a short girl
than a tall one. Slit skirts were allowed, limited by the fact that
underclothing and genitalia were not to be exposed when standing.
Brassieres were encouraged, but not required. Translucent outer garments
required an underlayer that made them opaque. Bare midriff items were
allowed in a nod to current fashion. No jeans, no shorts (this applied to
males, too.) The effort was in defining business casual. Ultimately, the
standard was 'good taste' and the ultimate arbiters were Ann and whatever
partner the staff member was working for. The standard for court appearance
continued to be fairly rigorous, and a staff member who dressed in less that
what was required for such an appearance was required to change, but Ann's
requirement that a bra be worn went by the boards. Merry's outfit of the
day was deemed acceptable, with the jacket, for court appearances. Provision
was made for relaxation of the rules for special events. Basically, dress
became less restrictive across the board, male and female. Ann went away
with a fairly well-defined standard to write up after an hour of good-
natured wrangling.
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