Abby and the CEO Ch. 01

CHAPTER 1: THE JOB INTERVIEW

"How is it you are applying for this position?" He had identified himself as Dan, the Human Resources Director for the Executive staff floor. "The position wasn't listed in any open position publication, website or generally available to job recruiters. We generally expect these positions to take some time to generate a candidate or two."

I knew full well why he was asking. The position was definitely unique for an entry level Personal Assistant position. "A friend of mine... well, actually, a friend of my sister... told me about it. She sent it to me. The way you sent it to your... discrete recruiter. I had to agree, it sounded like what I needed at the moment."

He was watching me intently. "This friend has a name?" He was probing on a new level, now.

I chuckled, "Tina Williams. She said someone would wonder because she signed a nondisclosure agreement. She only told me there was a personal assistant's position open here and it had some responsibilities that would fit my interests. I'm really curious what those are."

"Tina Williams. Okay. Yeah, she took a promotion to one of our subsidiaries in Florida, right?" I nodded. "Okay. Well... your curiosity. This position is on the 5th floor which is the Executive Floor. The requirements up there are distinctly different there than anywhere else in the Corporation. Very different."

I studied him for a beat, then pressed on. "As you described the job, it sounds interesting with challenge. I like that. I detest being bored with time on my hands or doing tasks that become rote. The pay and benefits... they're amazing for the position. I know I only have a couple years experience but I got bored at the other job. I want that challenge."

He smiled. I had the feeling the interview was going pretty well so far. He seemed to like my openness and desire for more. He continued, "To get into the other... what makes the position very different, I will need you to sign a NDA." He opened the folder he had in front of him and slid it across the table to me. We were meeting in a conference room on the 2nd floor. Apparently, the 5th floor was different. "Nobody gets onto the 5th floor without having one of these on record." I pulled it in front of me and scanned it. Then, I read it. It spoke a lot to nothing in particular. What it basically said was that anything I was exposed to, heard, saw, was requested to do, or did in response to any request would be held in the strictest confidence under threat of significant and extensive legal action. Wow. I signed it. Tina said she enjoyed her time on the 5th floor and she knew I was created in the same mold as she was. Her only hint was 'sex'. I didn't mention that to this guy.

In the elevator going up to the 5th floor, he warned, "You'll need to make your decision when we reach the doors to the office area if you want to continue or not. Regardless, though, the NDA will be binding."

The elevator dinged, a second later the door parted, and we stepped out into a large vestibule area. I had noticed that he used a key card to activate the button for the 5th floor. This floor really was restricted and glancing through the large glass doors straight ahead indicated why. Naked people. He turned me to the right and we stepped just far enough to be beyond the doors. By doing so, I also was hit by the image I stepped into. I was stepping into a wide locker room bay. But instead of actual lockers, there were slots in the wall with hangers and every one of them seemed to contain dresses, or skirts and blouses, or slacks and blouses with shoes and undergarments. I looked more deliberately but didn't see any around me that indicated clothes that would be worn by a man. Further down the bay, or hall made into a changing area, were sinks and mirrors. There was an opening further down into a room that was dark but it seemed....

"Are those showers," I asked. I looked in the other direction past the doors and found the same thing but fewer stalls. A small stool stood before the shallow stalls just deep enough to hold a hanger or two. There were a couple sinks in that direction, too, but no larger room of what seemed to be showers.

"Yes," he responded. He walked me down the hall to the darkened room. When we approached the sinks, the lights over the mirrors came on. When we stepped into the opening, subdued lighting flashed on. It was like an old-fashioned locker room. Not individual shower stalls that most modern facilities have but a large room with shower nozzles along the walls and a post with nozzles in the center.

"I don't under... what does this mean?"

He smiled. "I said the position isn't normal, that we couldn't really advertise the exact requirements of the position. Your sister's friend hinted to you that a job opening here was unique and different. Which still has me wondering. What did she mean that you and she share the same interests?"

I looked down at my feet and caught a glimpse of the image I had decided to present because of her remark. My heels were 4" high, certainly higher than normal for an interview. My tight-fitting black skirt ended at mid-thigh just below the lace tops of dark thigh-high stockings. I wore a white sleeveless button blouse with buttons undone to my nipple line. The white lace bra underneath was apparent underneath and allowed for showing of the insides of my natural E-cup breasts. I felt a blush spread over me. My appearance was driven by what I believed Tina meant. Was I going to admit it to a man I had just met and who was in some way influential for a job I thought I was interested in?

"I..." I stumbled with the admission but what I saw around me seemed to indicate what I might admit was far from unusual to this man. "I enjoy exhibitionism, dressing in ways that often is at the edges of decent for the situation."

He stepped back and looked me up and down. This wasn't a quick glance hoping to be unnoticed, this was an inspection. My appearance invited being looked at but it was usually hidden, even if badly.

"Like you are dressed now. The heels, skirt length, stockings, and open blouse. Interview attire is generally more discrete, neutral." He stepped up closer and looked down. I was sure he was unflinchingly looking down at my cleavage. "You have nice tits. They become very inviting with this look." He raised his eyes and met mine. There was nothing subtle or hesitant about the comment. He wasn't worried about harassment or being offensive. He smiled and walked back to the glass doors. As we left the sinks and shower room, the lights turned off.

He stood me in front of the closed glass doors. I mean he stood me in front of them. His hands on my shoulders he turned me directly in front of them and edged me closer. Beyond the door was a large open office layout of desks and computers and phones without the benefit of partitions. Glass walled offices lined the three wall around the open area. Three had shaded glass which might provide a bit of privacy depending the angle of looking. There was one, in the far left corner, that had darkened glass. I wondered if it was just that the lights were off inside but just then a naked woman in heels walked out running her hands through her short hair while licking her lips repeatedly.

"Only the women." The voice came softly from next to my right ear. His hands now weren't just on my shoulders, which alone would be unthinkable in any other office, but were sliding in a caressing manner up and down the bare skin of my arms. "The nudity you glimpsed before... only the women. You say you are an exhibitionist? In this office, no woman enters with clothes on." It was true. The clothes hanging told me something but I hadn't accepted the significance of how much. All the men were dressed. All the women were undressed... everyone of them.

"Those are the rules of working on this floor. That's the reason for the strictly required NDA's for everyone. But there is a slight allowance in dress for women based on their position in the office. See the woman leaving the office on the right? She's a Director, like me. Because of her position she is allowed the shelf bra and garter belt along with the stockings, if she wishes. See the woman walking down the aisle directly in front of us? She's new. There is a three month probation period to see how everyone fits into this office. During that time, the women must be completely naked." She was barefoot.

As I watched the 'new' woman, I was caught by how erotic it was to see that naked butt tilting back and forth as she passed other naked women and dressed men when suddenly, I man I hadn't paid attention to came from the side, stopped her in the aisle, and pressed her down to her knees in front of him. She dropped the files she was carrying on the floor and calmly opened his slacks, took out his cock, and began licking and sucking it. Several people, men and women, looked at them before going about their business.

"So, besides exhibitionism, do you also share a healthy interest in sex with your friend Tina?" It was only when his voice pulled me from the public scene of the woman giving the man a blow job that I realized his caressing hands had moved from my arms to the sides of my encased breast on one side and the side of my butt on the other. "Was there maybe a hint that of it that brought you here? Surely, an office that might consider sexual dress like yours wouldn't try to contain the result of it." His right hand was now over my right breast firmly fondling it. A man walked past and smiled lustily at us. Was he thinking fresh meat? He pulled me back against him. I felt his hardening cock pressed into my butt. This place was way beyond my imaginings. I thought maybe this place might be open to office affairs and I was tired of the creeps I seemed to attract in the bar scenes. This... open sex in the office?

He stepped away from me and I groaned. I audibly groaned. The building feelings of being fondled and his cock grinding into my ass, standing in front of the glass door, the nakedness beyond it. He turned me to him and smiled. He could see it on me, my frustration, my desire had easily been brought to the surface.

He smiled. That confident smile as his finger rose and touched my expose skin of my gaped blouse. I looked down at the finger as it slid down between my breasts and back up. "The nudity was a surprise, wasn't it? The sex, though... how do you get your head around that, huh?" He turned and led me down the hall opposite the shower direction until he came to an empty stall. "All your questions and ours will be addressed in the interview. If you want the interview, you know what you have to do."

"The interview is in there?" It hit me hard enough that I almost staggered. To get details, I had to participate. Was I going to get fucked, too? Silly girl. From what happened to that girl, it's apparently part of the job.

I turned to the shallow stall, dropped my case on the floor, and began unbuttoning my blouse. Of course I was going to do it. I had to. I might not forgive myself if I didn't see what this was really about. I could always stop it at any time. I could refuse any job offer. I just had an NDA to honor. I was nearly done unbuttoning when hands on my shoulders turned me to the side. I smiled shyly as he leaned against the next stall wall. Of course, he wanted to watch. God, this was beyond stimulating, exciting, arousing. I came for an interview for a job I was very qualified for that offered an extravagant salary and benefits. This is probably why.

I finished unbuttoning and pulled the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. I slowly hung it and turned back to him. His eyes were locked on my E-cup breasts. I purposely wore a bra that showed a lot of cleavage and didn't provide nearly the support and control my size might normally be expected to have. In all honesty, I like the feel of my breasts jiggling and bouncing. If I could, I'd go braless all the time. Hmmm... I just might get more chance here.

I reached behind me and unclasped the bra. I leaned forward slightly to have the straps slide down my arms as I eased the cups away. In the process, my breasts swung out slightly once freed and he noticed it all. After hooking the bra over a hanger, I cupped my breasts and lifted them slightly, a coy smile coming to my face as I watched his eyes followed my nipples.

When I was finally naked, completely naked as in barefoot, he commented, finally. "Good, you're shaved. Don't know if you noticed, but not only are all the women naked but so are their pussies."

My own eyes tried to stay with him but they kept flicking to the glass door where an office of people were busy. An office of people I was about to enter naked, if I didn't chicken out. I turned my gaze back to him and nodded. He smiled.

He led me into the office as I trailed along just behind him and to the side. I don't care what I might have been prepared for, actually walking into a room full of people and being naked is unnerving and intimidating. It didn't matter that many of the people in the room were women and also naked. I was naked. As we walked down the center aisle, I tried to estimate. There was the CEO's office, three Executive offices, and four directors. I only spotted one woman who might be in that group based on the one shelf bra I had seen. Then, there were managers and the rest. I wasn't sure of the status of the mass of workers but I only found the one other women who was completely naked. Of the mass of workers in the open area, I guess about 60% were men, maybe more. With them milling around, it was hard to keep track.

As we moved down the aisle, I woman wearing thigh-highs and heels marched commandingly to the desk of a man. Her back was to us as we approached and I heard her clearly.

"Brad, what the fuck?" She slapped a report on his desk and stabbed it with her finger. "I expect a lot better from you. What's going on? I need you, Brad. I need you to be the star you are. You know you're the one I depend on for these assignments, to set the example for others." She stepped to his side of the desk and sat her bare butt on the edge of his desk. "Talk to me, Brad. What's going on?" Her voice was calm and concerned now. His eyes were only a couple feet from her bare breasts. The way she sat on one cheek to face him better, her pussy was right in front of him, too. But he didn't seem to notice as his eyes rose to meet hers.

"I'm sorry, Joan. I really am but... but my dad called last night." She didn't push but shifted slightly to give him more physical attention and patiently waited. She was good, I thought. "My mom went into the hospital. They are running tests. I haven't heard anything more."

She reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, Brad. I'm so sorry. Do you need some time off? What do you need?"

"I haven't heard. Maybe... when I hear... depending."

She stroked his shoulder. "Come and talk to me any time, okay? You know you can. Until then, though, what are we going to do?" He looked up at her. His look was amazing. Here a naked woman was sitting on his desk right next to him and his whole attention was only on the concern she was giving. "In the mean time, I want you to slow down a bit. Take some time to review your work. These things are stressful, Brad. I get it. I'll discretely move a couple things around to give you a bit more time. Okay?" She stood and leaned close to the side of his face. I thought she was about to give him a kiss but she whispered something instead, something he smiled softly to and patted her hand in response.

We were sitting in his office along the wall waiting on the other person for the interview. Then she came flying in. It was the same manager I had seen with the man.

"Sorry... very unprofessional of me, I know. I had a situation to deal with." She reached a hand out to me and introduced herself as Sara James. I appraised her quickly. That was one advantage of seeing her naked. She was probably 35 years old, a trim 125 lbs, shoulder length brown hair, and gray eyes. She had a nice figure and C-cup breast still firm.

She took a chair at the side of his desk. He was sitting behind his desk, the naked manager sitting at the side and I, also naked, was sitting in front of them.

I volunteered, "We overheard, ma'am."

She looked at me, then to the HR Director, then back to me. "Ahhh... well... good. Actually, that is good." She opened the folder she carried in, scanned it, and continued. "Abby... right... well, it is good to have seen that. It must be very disconcerting to be naked among other people, especially clothed men, and be expected to act professionally. That's the rub here, Abby. What happens here is very different... VERY different. But, we are still a professional organization with the same performance expectations as any other organization. Our CEO, Board of Directors, and shareholders all expect us to return a good profit, grow our business, and provide dividends. We expect chain of command and authority respect whether the authority figure is naked or clothed. Do you understand, Abby?"

"I do, ma'am. If I may say, I thought you handled that with amazing firmness and finished with caring tact. I suspect you are a good manager."

He laughed, "Sucking up to the boss already?"

Sara looked at him quickly, then turned to me. She was red. She was blushing. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who took that remark sexually rather than figuratively. She recovered and jumped into the interview. It was really weird and the feeling didn't change quickly. Sitting in an office for a job interview answering very pointed and probing questions about my experience (such as it was in my young career), responses to 'what if' situations, searching questions about working with common business software and equipment, and interpersonal relations with co-workers and management.

Throughout it all, I was naked. I was very conscious of keeping my legs crossed but there was nothing I could do about my breasts. E-cup naturals don't get hidden by trying to subtly cross your arms. So, I sat straight backed and professional. Looking directly at whomever asked the question when I answered. And, when I tried to pretend I wasn't naked, seeing Sara James across from me just about as naked was a reminder.

At a pause in the questions and I sensed they were coming to an end, I asked her, "Ma'am, I wonder if I could ask a question." She nodded. "How long have you worked in this office... this floor? I mean... how long did it take to become so comfortable like you appear?"

She laughed, glanced at Dan, and focused on me. "Comfortable? I doubt there's a woman out there who is truly comfortable. I've been here two and a half years. I rose from an entry starting position like you're applying for. Working naked, naked with clothed men, with clothed men who can and will want a blowjob or fuck from you... it's always on my mind. There are certainly times when you lose yourself in the work, then someone appears at your desk and the immediate thought, reaction, impulse is, 'who wants to fuck me?'. We are a deadly serious business, Abby. That part is like any other office. The other... the sex... it adds something... hard to explain really." She looked to Dan but he apparently was interested in her answer, too. "The rest of it, the nudity, the open sex, seemingly directed subserviently to the women is always there. And, it provides an energy to the office. The sex is NOT used to subjugate or to push an attitude of subservience. I know it might look that way but it's not. Mr. Cornell won't stand for it. This was his idea and started it small five years ago. As he found men and women responded to it like he envisioned, it expanded. But, no... the women don't get completely comfortable with it. Every woman out there is a professional with aspirations for success."