Reorg: Tuesday Night

When Cassie got home, the first thing she did was give the floor a quick vacuum. Sure, nobody had been in, but you could never ignore the fact that some dust always got in through the vents. An hour of work a day wasn’t nearly too much to ensure that your house was as clean as your office, so that if anyone came by, you wouldn’t be impressed by how bad your apartment looked.

Cassie bit her lip at that thought. How long had it been since someone had come by?  Granted, until a few days ago, she wouldn’t have a living room worth showing off, but even so, was her entire purpose just to go to work and come back home?

After all, cleaning was wonderful in itself, but what about having someone to… complement her on her house?  A man who could look around and realize that this was a woman who took pride in having everything clean…

She shivered at the image, of some guy, looking around and nodding in approval.

Cassie shook her head. That was for later. Right now, she had to get to reading the next chapter in the reorg manual.

It was amazing how much she’d come to look forward to it. The manual had a lot of good ideas not just for business, but for her home and personal life, as her immaculate apartment could attest to.

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She sat down on the couch, after brushing it off, and paused, before opening it of the new chapter.

Tracy was on the front page of the chapter, her pixie cut and big tits prominent. Around her the pink text was spinning and coiling, but it didn’t bother, Cassie anymore. After all, if you read it aloud, not only was it easier to keep track of, but it helped you really remember and internalize the advice for the reorg.

“So you’re sitting in your clean room,” Cassie read. “Because that’s who you are now, an attentive officelady who focuses on keeping your room and office looking good so that you won’t disappoint the businessmen.”

“Men” was in red font, the strong letters seeming to drive into Cassie’s mind and memory. But then, men were strong. She bet Tom was a lot stronger than she was.

For some reason the thought caused her to press her legs together.

Enough, I need to get reading.  With that nod, Cassie looked back down to the pink words.

The swirly pink words…

“But we need to ask another question. Sure our room and office looks nice and the men no doubt approve it, but look at yourself.”

Cassie blinked. What?

“What kind of clothing are you wearing? Are you showing off for the company, and keeping the office attractive and appealing for the customers and you male coworkers? What are you wearing today?”

She turned the page, and there were pictures. Office dress, proper ties, button up shirts, long skirts and around them there were the pink words.

“Do those look attractive?”

Well, of course they’re not attractive, they’re for business. We’re supposed to present a—She turned the page and then stopped.

Pink skirts, short skirts, high heels, necklaces, shirts designed to show off cleavage, from buttoned-up shirts with the first few buttons undone, to V-neck sweaters.

And tight clothing as well. One image showed an officelady bending over a copy machine, probably finishing up some stuff for the men, and there was no sign of any panty line. She was either going commando or wearing a thong designed to not show off the fabric to anyone glancing at the tight, thin fabric of her skirt.

Not only that but it was short.

If she bent over much more, she’d show off her ass…

Cassie blushed at the image of bending over, focusing on getting the copy just right and then hearing a male chuckle from the hallway, blushing with utter mortification as you realized that you’d just given him a show, his eyes roaming over legs and a tantalizing hint of buttocks…

She bit her lip. It wasn’t just something to be embarrassed over, it was something…

Hot.

“See?” Cassie kept reading. “Doesn’t it look better? After all, it’s important that you make certain to look good for all the men.”

That red font again. God, it’s so…

Strong.

Cassie nodded and kept reading. “But now, you’re probably wondering what you have in your closet. I bet you don’t have much, because a lot of women don’t understand how important it is to look cute as an officelady. Years of bad lessons have left you making the office looking more unfriendly.”

Cassie bit her lip, feeling a surge of frustration. She had.  All those years of dressing “professionally” had just resulted in her looking bad.

And she didn’t have anything to wear.

“Fortunately,” she kept reading from Tracy’s comments, “There is a solution. Look on the last page of this chapter.”

Frantically Cassie flipped over to the last page and…

A debit card dropped out?

“We understand that fitting in with the reorg can be difficult, so here you are!”

She stared at it. The pink card, with an image of a busty, sexy woman, in a tiny skirt, and scandalous top staring out at her, was like nothing she’d ever used before. It wasn’t businesslike… it was something some slutty girl would use to get the clothes for a night on the town.

No. Proper business clothes.   She nodded. After all, it wasn’t for vacation, it was to make the office more welcoming for the reorg.

And she wouldn’t wear clothes like the girl had on. No, her skirts would cover her ass…

When she was standing up, that was.

And when Cassie looked at the clock, and back down at the address on the card, she realized that she had at least two hours before they closed.

I bet every other officelady is in there right now… if I wait…what if they’re sold out?

At that horrible thought, Cassie shot upright, and headed out…

Well, after a quick dusting of the table, that was. She couldn’t let the place get dirty!