**It’s a Man’s World? – Part 2: Tuesdays Are the Worst**
[Beth Ambrose finds herself stranded in world different from her own. She attempts to find her way, but is learning the little things are often a big deal.]
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The commute to work was uneventful, though metro cars were packed, and midway through her ride, she felt a hand on her ass. She turned around to snap at the guy, and saw immediately that he was ‘phased out’, as Katherine had said, staring at her and muttering what could politely be described as sexual fantasies.
“Don’t you hate it when it’s this busy?” A woman next to her said. “Tuesdays are the worst. The same guy tried to undo my pants yesterday. Hey, buddy,” she snapped at him, “close your eyes and wait it out. There’s isn’t enough room in here to breathe let alone rub you out.” The woman looked back to Beth. “Sometimes you just have to ignore it, but this guy should’ve known better getting into a car crowded with women, even if it’s cold and we’re all covered up.” Beth glanced back over her shoulder. The guy’s hands were at his side and he had his eyes closed, breathing in a steady, almost meditative, manner. “He’s had some workplace training,” the woman continued. “A lot of guys would just take care of themselves right here. I had my favorite blouse stained beyond salvage a month ago…honestly, I don’t know why we let them ride with us.” She muttered.
“He seems to be doing okay.” Beth said.
“You’re young, kid, come talk to me in ten years after they’ve used you up as the office sock, and a small but noticeable portion of your income goes to cleaning up jizz stains.” The doors opened at Beth’s stop, and she pushed out, heading up to her office. She ran into Katherine waiting for the elevator.
“Hey, Beth.”
“Good morning, Katherine.” They got in the elevator. “Can I ask you something, and you promise you won’t laugh?” Katherine nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “What’s an office sock?” Katherine sputtered, laughing, and nearly spraying Beth with coffee.
“Where the hell did you hear that?”
“Some lady on the metro.” Beth said.
“Older?” Katherine asked.
“Maybe forties or fifties, I guess.”
“Okay, look, I know Em had some, well, *fun* with you yesterday, but we don’t do that here, okay?”
“I still don’t understand.”
“God, Beth, were your parents Amish or something? Look, a lot of guys, when they’re just discovering sex, they, you know,” she made a jerk off motion, “into a sock. It catches the mess, right? And when you wash them, you don’t really have to worry about stains. So, in the late 1980s, maybe? I guess, maybe the early nineties…anyway, there was this big management seminar push to increase efficiency, so a woman was given a weekly or monthly rotational duty to be the sock for the guys in her office. The idea was, it kept things running smoothly, and the woman got to know all the people in her office. A bunch of big companies tried it, so of course a bunch of smaller companies tried, and the government eventually, but this was before the internet, so people didn’t share the problems it caused as easily as they could now.
“It just became a way to punish people, haze the new hires, or if you were in a small company, possibly one run by a man, lo and behold, the office sock was the hottest woman. Like I said, these days, nobody really does that. It would be like following a management guide from forties…but it’s a huge thing in porn. One of my friends from college actually has a website where office sock stories are pretty much all they produce. They’re okay videos,” Katherine said, “but unless you’re into the whole subjugation and humiliation thing—and I’m not judging if you are—they won’t do much for you. Porn is still mostly made for men. It gets them off quicker than their imagination, at least.”
“Oh, um, okay…it’s what I thought it was.” She lied. “Where I’m from, they just called them the office slut, I guess.” Beth tried to pawn off her nervousness in a laugh.
“Is this about your first day?” Katherine asked. “I mean, look, I wasn’t really happy about you blowing my old boyfriend, but Em was just sizing you up. It wasn’t about whether or not you’d take care of one of the guys in the office, it was about you freaking out over a giant cock.”
“It, um, was big…” Beth muttered, blushing a little at the memory.
“Yeah, and that was just your mouth. I’ve actually had sex with him, remember?” Katherine laughed. “The point is, you didn’t flinch, not really, and that was what the boss was looking for.”
“That’s good to know, I guess.”
“It *is* good to know. The Meredith’s opinion of you can make or break your career here. You’re not the office sock, okay?” She lowered her voice as the elevator doors opened. “If you’re doing more than five release sessions a day, hand jobs, blow jobs, even letting them fuck you, then…then you can come talk to me, but anything less, the way we look?” She eyed Beth and ran her hands theatrically over her hips, “that’s a normal workday.” She looked at her watch. “It’s Tuesday, by the way, be in front of the boss’s office for the group all-hands at nine, yeah?” Beth nodded and Katherine moved off in another direction.
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As she moved toward her cubicle, Beth felt something was off in the office, some odd vibe, and then she realized she hadn’t seen any men, just few women coming off the elevators, in their coats like her. She was still glancing around when she bumped into the mailcart. She glanced up and saw young woman, younger than Beth, at least, with glasses and curly red hair…and topless.
“Excuse me!” Beth apologized, and quickly glanced away from the girl’s pale and pert breasts.
“Not a problem.” The girl said. “Happens all the time. You’re the new girl? Bethany or something?”
“Yes, but call me Beth.” She said.
“I’m Mira.” She held out her hand. “I work in the mailroom…part time.” She added. “I’m in college.” Beth caught herself staring at the gold ring in Mira’s left nipple.
“So, um, you don’t wear, um, tops in the mailroom?”
“Um, not on Tuesday.” She laughed. “Not when I’m up here. Ms. Masters has a hundred percent participation rule.”
“I’m sorry…I’m new, so I’m a little lost.” Beth said, shrugging off her overcoat and tossing it on her chair.
“Well, since you’re wearing a dress, even *I* can tell you’re new…” She shrugged. “Tuesdays are in-service training days for the men, to help them control their urges better, so they’re all in the main conference center across the street getting training, so Ms. Masters has topless Tuesday for her staff, to, and I quote ‘remind us who is really in charge’.” She glanced around. “You didn’t bring a change of clothes, did you?”
“No, why?”
“Um, because if Ms. Schmidt catches you wearing a top, she’ll be pissed, and more importantly, she’ll be pissed at the people who didn’t tell you about today.”
“Shit. Katherine didn’t…” Beth muttered.
“Someone should have told you.” Mira said, stepping around her mail cart and behind Beth. She felt the girl’s hands at the back of her neck, and then the zipper sliding down the back of her dress.”
“What are you doing?” Beth asked as her dress fell loose on her shoulders and she felt the cooler office air on her back.
“Helping you take this off. The all-hands is in, like five minutes, and like I said, you can’t show wearing what you have on.” Mira stepped back. “Well?”
“I can’t believe I—.” But Beth didn’t finish her complaint, instead seeing Em walking across the bullpen heading toward her office. Fortunately, she didn’t even bother to look in Beth’s direction, but it was enough of a reminder of what was at stake. Beth took a breath and slipped off her dress, stepping out of it and carefully placing it over the back of her chair.
“The bra too, remember.” Mira said. “It’s up to you about the pantyhose, though honestly, most of the women around here wear thigh highs rather than tights—when they’re not wearing pants. You’re still dressing like you’re in high school.” Beth blushed, looking down at her dark pantyhose. They weren’t completely sheer, but you could see she was wearing a lacy thong. She turned her back to Mira and unhooked her bra, nearly gasping as she felt herself topless in the office. “You must have gone to a co-ed college. My school is all women. Hell, on Wednesdays and Fridays, it’s clothing optional on campus. Honestly, I think that’s where my mom got the idea for this. I mean, I guess we’re lucky we’re not bottomless, too.” She laughed.
“Wait, your mom?”
“Uh, yeah…oh, shit, you didn’t know, did you? I’m Mira *Masters*.” She pointed to her red hair. “Usually this gives it away. Don’t worry, *Ms.* Masters, as I’m supposed to call her here at work, rarely speaks to me in the office unless I fucked something up, which is rare, so I won’t say a word about the dress, though obviously people are going to realize that’s what you wore. People sometimes forget about Tuesdays, so this is hardly the first time a woman has walked around here in nothing but heels and panties, so if anyone *does* ask, just say you forgot. No one will get mad…not even my mom.” Beth turned back to face the young woman, hands still over her breasts. She set the bra aside and carefully lowered her arms. “I’m assuming you know where my mo—Ms. Masters’s office is?”
“I do, thanks. So, um I just show up like this?” She looked down at her half-naked self.”
“All day, every Tuesday…” Mira said. “I have more mail to deliver.” She pointed to the cart. “I’ll see you around.” Mira waved wheeling away with the cart, and Beth found herself mesmerized by the sway of the girl’s bare back as she moved down the aisle. Beth shook out of her reverie and looked down at her watch. It was nearly nine.
——
The overall office was huge, but there were turns, pillars and hallways, and Beth approached her boss’s office by coming around a corner and nearly walking into a group of twenty or so women, all topless, though all wearing pants. Beth blushed deeply, but startled as a cool hand touched her bare shoulder.
“Whoa, you’re jumpy.” Katherine said. “Ah, shit, I forgot to tell you about Tuesdays.” Beth turned to face her office sponsor and did double-take at her bare breasts. In the back of her mind she knew Katherine would be topless, but it was all a new experience to her. She was wearing a skirt and hose and naked from the waist up. Katherine had larger breasts than Beth, at least a cup bigger, and her nipples were broad and pinkish tan. Beth’s nipples had basically been hard since she got undressed, and in the back of her mind she knew it wasn’t entirely from the cooler office air.
“Em’s kid told me…the mail girl?”
“Yeah, Mira, she’s a good sport. Her mom drives her hard, but she doesn’t play the ‘I’m the boss’s kid card’ at all. Well, people will notice…but no one will care. I mean, better you than me,” she smirked, flipping up her skirt and flashing her pussy, and small triangle of a brown hair above it “since I stopped wearing underwear to work on Tuesdays years ago.”
“Ladies!” They turned as they heard the boss start speaking. A moment later, she saw Meredith stand on a chair so they could all see her. She was in a pair of dark flared pants that made her waist look tiny, and while she was technically topless like the rest of them, she was wearing a lacy bustier with a shelf bra, leaving her breasts and nipples bare, but still supported. Looking at the woman, Beth could clearly see the resemblance between her and her daughter, the lines of her face…even her breasts.
“God, that lingerie probably costs more than I make in a week.” Katherine whispered in her ear. Beth was more startled by the sensation of her bare beasts pressing into her own bare skin as Kat leaned in. “These are mostly pep talks. She’ll go over a few numbers, but the formal meetings are where real discussions happen. Fuck, I hope I look that good after two kids.” Meredith talked on about the company, the good work of the office, the team, working toward next quarter’s goals. It went on for about ten minutes, and then Beth’s heart skipped a beat.
“And now I’d like to bring up our latest hire. Bethany Ambrose, I’m hoping you’re out there?” The crowd parted and Beth felt herself being urged to the front of it. Another chair was pulled up, and Em made her stand on it. She felt herself flush at being on full display, literally and figuratively, and had to concentrate to not instinctively cover herself. “Bethany just joined out team on Monday, and comes with two degrees from two good techie schools, both of which were integrated as I understand it. Hopefully the study groups didn’t give her carpal tunnel syndrome,” Em made an exaggerated jerk-off motion with both hands as the crowd laughed, “because we expect to put her to good use at the keyboard.” She glanced over. “Now, if you couldn’t tell just by her perky tits or that tight ass as she climbed on the chair,” more laughter, “Bethany is young, graduated early just like I did more years ago that I care to count, but—.” She held up a hand. “But, I expect to fully utilize her, help her, guide her, just as you would a new mid-level employee. You’re all rock stars here, but we scored a coup in hiring Bethany. Let’s make her part of the band.” Em reached over and shook her hand, then pulled her in for a hug as people started politely clapping. Once again, Beth was struck by the awkward sensation of another woman’s breasts—her boss’s—pressed against her own. They climbed down from the chairs, and few people introduced themselves before the crowd dispersed.
“Thank you for the introduction, Ms. Masters…er, Em…” Beth said.
“I meant every word of it.” She glanced over at Katherine, waiting on the periphery. “Come on, Kat, I want to see the two of you in my office.” Katherine went pale, but moved forward, and they went inside Em’s office as she closed the door behind them. “So, Kat, you told her about the all-hands, but not about the Tuesday dress code?”
“Look, Em, I forgot…no, not even that…I don’t even consider it. It’s just part of my week.”
“Our entire job here is to focus on details, Kat.”
“I, um, knew, I just don’t, um, have any suits that aren’t dresses. This is my first job, remember?”
“Indeed.” Em said, pacing the room. “Well, I’ll set you up with tailor. He can probably get you a few decent things off the rack so you’re prepared for the rest of the week—and next Tuesday.” Beth started to protest. “Don’t worry, I spend a fortune on him, so he’ll give you huge discount on the rack stuff. At your age, tailoring isn’t that necessary.”
“And Kat, Beth, don’t think I don’t know what really happened here—even if all you have are dresses,” she looked at Beth, “you wouldn’t have worn a thong.” She moved to her desk. “I’ll email you my tailor’s info. Go see him today, even if it means leaving early.”
“Yes, Em, thank you.” Beth said, moving toward the door.
“On second thought,” Em started, and Beth halted her retreat, “take off those hose.”
“Excuse me?” Beth said.
“Take them off. They don’t flatter you, and it makes it clear you fucked up. Take them off.” The look on Em’s face made it clear she wasn’t waiting for an answer, she waiting for Beth to comply. Beth bit her lip and sat down, slipping off her heels before standing and shimmying out of her hose. “Just throw them away,” Em pointed to her waste bin. “We don’t wear those here, anyway. This isn’t middle school.” She said without explain, and slid open a drawer in her desk and pulled out a small box. “You can put these on. A welcome gift, if you will.” Beth, now standing in the office in nothing but a thong, and well-aware—to the point of blushing—that her bush was visible though the lace of her panties, took the box and opened it. “They’re from *Remy’s* in Paris. They should fit you just fine. Too short for me.” Beth removed a pair of fine thigh high stockings. “Well pull them on—gently.” Beth sat down again, her nearly bare ass on the cool seat, and slipped on the stockings. They weren’t quite as dark as her hose, but close, and the cuffs were just snug enough to stay on her legs, and patterned with a fine lace. She stepped back into her heels and set the box on Em’s desk.
“Is, um, this okay?” Em made a motion for her to turn around.
“You look fine…better than fine. I am jealous of your youth. The stockings are perfect on you.” She looked to Kat. “And as for you, that skirt looks like it will fit Bethany just fine for the rest of her day at work. Why don’t you let her borrow it?”
“I, well, it’s just that—.” Kat went even paler.
“Em, I’m okay like this, really. I’ve been out of my dress since I got in, and—.”
“Enough, Bethany. Your loyalty is to be applauded, but Kat screwed up, and part of me wonders if it wasn’t because you had giant cock in your mouth yesterday that she used to quite enjoy…”
“Em! That’s not even remotely—.” Em half-sneered at Kat’s protests, shaking her head. “Fine, you want me to give her my skirt? No problem! I’m a team-fucking-player!” Katherine quickly unhooked and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to floor to reveal her complete nudity other than heels and thigh highs.
“Oh, I see.” Em said, looking between Katherine’s legs. “Well then, this will be a lesson you won’t forget, will it? And on the plus side, you’ve obviously recently waxed, and the rest of your grooming is impeccable, triangle bush and all. Though, I honestly would have taken you for a landing strip woman, myself.” Kat had her hands on her hips, saying nothing. “Well, give the girl your skirt…” Kat bent down, her breasts swaying, and picked up her skirt, handing it to Beth.
“Really, ma’am, I mean, Em…I’m at least covered, and—.”
“Put it on, Bethany. You both need to learn that loyalty is to the company first. Tell me the truth next time, and there won’t be any of this—no repercussions, no embarrassment—or would you prefer I make you two twins by taking the skirt *and* your panties?” Beth shook her head. She stepped into the skirt and zipped it up. It was a little loose on her, but not so much that her underwear came above the waistband. “See? All is well.”
“I’m fucking naked!” Kat snapped.
“And you look fucking fantastic.” Em said flatly. “Besides, there are no men here. At my alma mater, we didn’t wear clothes on Wednesdays and Fridays. I could easily start that tradition here as well. Consider yourself lucky I don’t send you to the regional office today to collect the hard drive backups.”
“You’ve made your point, Em…no need to threaten.”
“Then we’re all no the same page. Off to work, team, off to work.” She dismissed them. They left the office and walked fifteen feet down the hall before Katherine swore under her breath.
“Fuck!”
“Seriously, Kat, I can give you the skirt…”
“Not unless you want to be naked here tomorrow—when the men are back.” It was Beth’s turn to go pale. “Em is the worst combination of vindictive and creative. Don’t put it past her to fuck you over if she perceives a slight. Seriously, I appreciate what you tried to do in there, but it kind made things worse.” She looked down at her naked body.
“Isn’t this, like, harassment?” Beth asked.
“A woman harassing a woman? No such thing. We’re not a protected class. That’s just the way it is. Come on, I’ll take you back to your desk. I might as well make the rounds before the rumors get ahead of me—let everyone see the stupid naked woman right away.” Katherine, for all her complaining, was blithe about her nudity, talking to people as if nothing was out of the ordinary, even as other women eyed her ass or pussy, something that obviously was normally exposed even in the insane world that Beth now found herself in. Katherine left her at her desk, her bare ass swaying away as she talked to other people in her area of the bullpen. She checked her email, and found a little work waiting for her, but also the email from her boss with her tailor’s contact info. The email instructed her to call right away, and she did, fearing the further wrath of her boss.
**End Part 2**
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Really looking forward to more, loving this idea!