Last Wednesday night Mistress ordered me to spend the night at her flat. In the morning she laid out a new outfit for me to dress for work. There was a tight white blouse, very sheer so you could see my dark red bra through it. A new pair of black stockings with seams down the back and a tight black miniskirt. She made me up, with thick scarlet lipstick and sprayed me with perfume. i looked a real tramp as we left for the warehouse, my name badge clipped to the frilly blouse drawing eyes to the rise of my bra. 

As i sat down in my office Mistress gave me a last spray of perfume and undid a couple of my blouse buttons so the lace trim of my bra was visible. The skirt was so short and tight that it rode over my thighs; i tried pulling it down to cover the tops of my stockings.

Then in walked the Managing Director. He was shocked to see just how femininsed i had become, trying hard not to notice but sneaking little peeks. Mistress said we had to discuss the budget for the warehouse for the financial year, and we sat down on the leather sofa to one side of the office, me sitting next to the MD, my skirt so far up my thigh. He had the spreadsheet s[read out on his lap and i ran my finger along the bottom line. He noticed my red nail varnish, and i felt a lump in his trousers as my finger moved along the sheet. i could see him gulp, breathing in my scent, noticing the little glimpses of bra and my stockinged legs..i started touching his knee now and then to reinforce points. i was shocking myself at what a slut i had become. He started touching my knee, and i rested my stockinged leg against his..accidently on purpose letting the skirt ride up a bit higher, exposing my stocking top.

Mistress went out of the room for a file and i brushed my lips against his cheek. He was breathing so hard. i stood up. "My stockings are crooked. i need to straighten my seams" and i shover the skirt up as i made a big fuss of straightening the seams. He was behind me, close..his hard cock against my ass..his had caressing my butt through the skirt, and then giivng my tush a hard smack.

Mistress stood in the doorway, smiling naughtily at both of us. i was aching to take his cock. But he looked embarrssed and we sat down and talked about targets..