Naked Legal Ch. 01: Beginning

"Now your skirt." I did it. My fingers moved to the clasp and zipper at the back. I pushed it over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and placed it on top of the rest. I stood before them in my underwear and I wasn't flinching. What was this feeling?

"Do you even know why you are standing among us in your underwear?" I shook my head. I didn't, but it didn't feel wrong, either. Somehow, strangely, it felt freeing. "You aren't dominant at all. You aren't even extroverted. You've been keeping up a disguise, a façade..."

"A mask." I blurted it out. "All this time I have thought of it as a mask, a mask I had to remain behind at all costs."

"But you couldn't at all times, could you? It was too exhausting to always be in control, to be someone you weren't. That's why you did these things, isn't it? You pretended you weren't sexual but you are very sexual. You pretended to be dominant in your life but you really just wanted someone to take charge of you, to be the dominant one." I nodded. Yes, it was true. All of it was true.

"Tell us how you feel right now... shame?" I shook my head. "Then, take off your bra and let us see your magnificent breasts."

My fingers were behind my back and unhooking the bra before any thought about it came to me. I slid the bra straps down my arms and dropped the bra on the desk.

"Now, how do you feel... shame?"

I shook my head, again. "No, sir. Not shame. Embarrassed, maybe." I glanced down at the others shyly. "But... also..."

He smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, say it."

I blushed deeply. I could feel the heat rushing through my body, my nipples becoming instantly erect... and... my pussy getting wet. My god! What was happening to me? I took a breath and answered him, "Excited."

He nodded. "Are you wet now, Grace?" He stopped saying Miss. I nodded. "How do you know, you haven't looked?"

I blushed more. "I can feel it, sir." God, I was always saying 'sir', now.

"Take them off."

I put my thumbs into the waist at the sides and pushed them down and put them on the desk.

He took them into his hands and daintily held them and smiled. "Not just wet, though... very wet." He unabashedly gazed at my nearly naked body in his office with the other team members sitting alongside me. "Now, I'll ask you again. You are standing here nearly naked; do you know why you are doing this?"

I shook my head, "I've never done anything like this before." He chuckled and pointed to the computer. "I mean besides that."

"You are what is called a submissive. The opposite of a dominant you wanted others to see you as. These times", he indicated the video that had stopped, "was your release to be who you really were. You chose a destructive way of doing it, though." He smiled, "Sit down, Grace." He looked at the others, "Is there agreement?" They were all nodding, smiles on their faces.

Marjorie put her hand on my arm, "We didn't believe it would happen." I asked what. "You're sitting with us naked. He was convinced." She stood up and the other two did at the same time. She bent down and kissed the top of my head, a very personal interaction considering the office. She patted my arm, "I hope you join us." I smiled but turned to Mr. Franklin with puzzlement as they exited the room but didn't close the door.

"I have to confess, sir, I don't believe what just happened." I looked down at my naked body. "Especially, this."

He chuckled, "Who knows what goes on inside ourselves, my dear." Miss McBride to Grace to my dear. He's moved from formal to personal to intimate. "I admit it was a test of sorts, a test of my interpretation and a test of your reaction to it. Simply put, I want to give you the chance to live in the way your being is most comfortable and natural. I suspect there are many forms and variants that could be considered, but I think the simplest and most appropriate for you is a simple role of 'serve and please'. You are obviously able to reverse the roles when in professional situations, but when you need to relax you move to your natural role, the one most comfortable for you. Your natural role, then, would seem to be to serve and please someone in control to release you from those concerns." He studied me, again. "Does that make sense?"

I considered what he said. I had never evaluated myself or categorized the conflict within me. I just fought the conflict. But, yes, it did make sense.

"That would explain my willingness to be sitting here nearly naked?" He nodded with a smile. I nodded, too. "When you told me to stand, it wasn't a request or a demand. There was something in your voice that made it sound like a statement of indisputable action. I was to stand. It was the same thing with each of the other statements until I found myself like this." I blushed, again. "It felt... I don't know... each time it was like more than my clothes were being shed, but the tension, anxiety, and fear of discovery were being stripped away. That's what you mean?" He nodded. I looked at him shyly, embarrassed at how easily he had taken control of me and how easily I had willingly given up control. "So, sir, you have me naked in your office, dare I ask what your proposal is for me?"

He laughed freely this time, "Not to worry, my dear. I propose that you serve as an attorney in this office but not as an attorney. I mean, of course, that you cannot represent yourself as an attorney but you would work as one through me. The idea of combining our skills and talents is exciting. Despite being disbarred, you will be able to perform your duties except for the courtroom where you will assist me at the table but not argue or question. You will do so at my direction when needed so you can focus entirely on the work and not on a disguise." I nodded, it was more than I had reason to hope for. "As to your being naked... that will be how you will be in the office." I looked back surprised. "You will serve and please all of us here in the office. It is what you have craved. It is what is represented by your actions resulting in the disciplinary charges against you. That would be your mantra with us, 'to serve and to please'." I felt my head nod before I even acknowledged to myself my acceptance.

He stood up from the desk and put his hand out to me and led me from the office. We stood in the open room from where the other offices and activities could be seen.

"You will respond immediately to what any of us wants, when we want it, how we want it, and where we want it." I looked to see them all standing in the doorways of their offices listening. "Your life has been a disguise, or mask as you thought of it, to professionally achieve what you thought you had to. That effort consumed your life and being at the cost of everything else. Your efforts to realize some moments of release were ruinous. You gave up control without giving that control to someone who would respect you and your needs. We'll give that respect to you and promise to satisfy your needs."

Nobody had yet physically touched me or hinted at doing so, but I felt my pussy filling with my juices in anticipation... in the desire for something to happen.

"That is, of course, if you accept the offer." He nodded to Marjorie and she brought a folder and followed us into the empty office with the glass wall and large windows to the outside. Marjorie put the folder on the coffee table near the couch and left. "This would be your office. The glass wall is for our enjoyment and your constant understanding of your role. The documents in the folder are my offer to you, the stipulations of your service to the firm, a non-disclosure of what occurs here, etc. I want you to take it and understand it. If you accept, I want to have you start immediately." He smiled. "The following morning of your decision will be fine. I think you will find you will be well compensated even if you were a full attorney. Everyone here is."

He walked me to the large windows and I stood before them in my nakedness. People went about their business below on the street. The large park spread out before me. It was a magnificent office view. "Thank you, Sir." This time, the 'sir' felt different. "I don't know what to say, but...", I looked at him shyly and wondered if this is what a submissive feels like when she is allowed to be one. "Sir, I am wondering if there... might be something... you might... need... from me."

He smiled and, for the first time, his hands went to my shoulders and slid down my arms and back up. On the way back up his hands shifted slightly to the front and grazed the sides of my breasts. His eyes watched me when I flinched at the touch, gasped, and sucked in air. My entire body shivered. He was smiling at my response.

He smiled. "You are very wet right now?" I nodded, almost desperate for something to happen. "Touch yourself and let me see." I parted my legs slightly and two fingers went to my pussy, parted the wet lips, and slipped inside. I brought them up between us and he took my hand gently in his. He brought the fingers to his lips, smelled deep, and licked the glistening fingers. A violent shiver went through me.

He walked out of the glass office and back to his. I followed, the folder in hand, still naked in stockings and heels as the others watched quietly. He seemed to use the last thread of willpower to resist physical action, but he did resist. My breath was ragged with desire and need as he indicated for me to dress.

As I put my hand on the doorknob to the little reception area, he called out to me. "Grace, you will not pleasure yourself unless you decide not to accept. If you accept, you will undress before entering this area. After this moment, you will not be dressed while in this area unless I direct it. Do you understand?"

I turned and smiled at the entire group. "Yes, Sir. I understand." I knew right then, I would go through the motions of reviewing the documents, but there was no way I wasn't accepting this opportunity.