[PI] She's sucked and fucked her way up the corporate ladder, but her new boss thinks her slutty bimbo act is really unprofessional and inappropriate for the workplace.

This is a second part of the prompt and you can find the first part and the prompt here by u/KchanceDPP

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Brittany’s hips swayed as she sauntered across the office, her heels tapped against the floor. She gracefully sat into the chair, crossing one leg over the other so the slit of her pink dress rode higher.

“I hope you’ve only heard the cute things about me, teehee.” Brittany purred, twirling a blonde strand around her finger. She leaned back and glanced around. “Also, where’s Dylan? We usually… do something super important around now.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed, her sneer faint but chilling. “Mr. Hall is no longer employed here. The executives have placed me in charge of this branch. Effective immediately.”

Brittany blinked wide, lips parting as though she’d misheard. Then, with a little clap of her hands, she gasped. “Omg! Does that mean you’re, like… my new boss? Sooo exciting!”

“Stop.” The woman raised a hand, her palm slicing the air between them. “None of that. My name is Linda Wilson. You will address me as Ms. Wilson. I expect professionalism and focus.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you understand me? Ms. Summers… are you even listening?”

Brittany’s lashes fluttered innocently as she leaned forward, tugging down her neckline so an extra inch of cleavage caught the light. Her perfume drifted faintly across the desk as she purred, “Oh, totally, Ms. Wilson. You run a tight ship, right?” She tilted her head, smiling as if she’d cracked a private joke.

Linda’s jaw tightened. Her fingers drummed against the wood of the desk before stilling. “When reviewing your case file, I was… alarmed.” Her eyes flickered, not away but down, for half a second, before snapping back to Brittany’s face.

Brittany leaned in further, resting her chin playfully on her hand. “Alarmed? At little old me?”

Linda’s lip curled. “Your file read less like an employee history… and more like-” she hesitated, her cheeks heating against her will “-a story you’d expect to find on… certain websites.”

Brittany gasped dramatically. “You read porn?” She straightened, her smile widening, eyes glittering. “Naughty, Ms. Wilson!”

For the first time, Linda broke eye contact, glancing at the neat stack of papers on her desk. “That is beside the point,” she said stiffly. “The fact remains that your record is littered with HR complaints, dress code violations, and inappropriate conduct with half the staff. Yet you’ve climbed from intern to manager in a year. Care to explain?”

Brittany’s laugh was soft, teasing. “What can I say? I love making people happy.” She drew out the word, savoring the innuendo. But for a moment, she thought of Dylan, looking up at him and seeing his eyes lingering on her glasses while he whispered her name. His absence stung, but this new game looked to be fun. Her grin widened when she caught the faintest twitch at the corner of Linda’s mouth.

Linda leaned forward now, folding her hands. “Do you want to know what I think, Ms. Summers?”

“Uh-huh.” Brittany’s smile never wavered as she looked on with an innocent look.

“I think your act insults me,” Linda said at last. “And it ends today.”

Brittany rose from her chair in a graceful sway, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she approached the desk. Resting her hip against the corner, she leaned just far enough forward that Linda’s eyes flickered down, the faintest glance at her legs, before snapping back up into that icy stare.

“Ms. Wilson,” Brittany purred, her tone was sweet as syrup while her skin practically buzzed from the attention. “I just, like, totally can’t help myself. People love being around me. I make life… fun. And honestly? Productivity always soars when I’m around.” She batted her lashes, smiling as though she’d made an airtight argument.

“It’s a mockery of work,” Linda spat, rising to meet her at eye level. Her presence was imposing, but a flush stained the edges of her cheeks. “Others had to fight their way forward. Earn it. You giggle your way through shortcuts.”

Brittany shrugged, running a fingertip lazily along the polished wood of Linda’s desk. “A girl can work hard and have a little fun, can’t she? I mean…” she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a warm whisper, “you don’t really seem strict enough to discipline me. Nobody has been able to correct my work style, so why should I expect anything different from you?”

Linda stiffened, knuckles whitening against the desk. Brittany could see it. That twitch of color in the woman’s neck, the quickened rise of her chest. “Not strict enough?” Linda hissed.

Before Brittany could giggle out another tease, Linda’s hand shot forward, shoving her lightly but firmly off the desk. Brittany stumbled back a step. Her heels wobbled, but she recovered swiftly, tossing her hair with a grin that only made Linda’s eyes darken further.

“Not strict?” Linda repeated, her voice lowered now. She jabbed a finger forward, aiming at Brittany’s dress. However, her fingertip pressed instead into the curve of her breast, the soft fabric yielding beneath it. For a heartbeat, the office went silent.

Brittany inhaled sharply, her lips parting in pretend shock while her eyes glimmered with mischief.

“What isn’t serious,” Linda pressed on, though her hand remained on Brittany’s chest for a second longer than professional, “is this display. That so-called dress. You want to parade yourself like that in my office? That’s your business, but not mine. I don’t want you to wear it.”

Brittany’s smile curved, slow and coy. “Oh nooo… it’s, like, my favorite dress. Besides… I don’t really have anything else to wear.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Linda’s words dripped like stone strikes, each one punctuated by another jab of her finger, with each jab pressing against flesh that made her falter. “Is this even a dress? It looks like something a cheap hooker would wear!” She glared at Brittany, her cheeks reddening further from her comment but she pressed on. “If you want to stay in this office, you’ll take. It. Off.”

Brittany gave a surprised little squeak, one hand rising to cover her mouth, as though shocked by the demand. But the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her delight. With a giggle that was equal parts nervous and thrilled, she took hold of the straps at her shoulders.

“Okay, Ms. Wilson… if you insist.”

Slowly, she slid a strap down one shoulder, then the other, her movements smooth. As the fabric slid off her shoulders, her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect. The fabric clung to her curves stubbornly as she shimmied the dress lower, exaggerating every tug as if giving Linda a performance rather than compliance. The air of the office felt cooler against her skin, her body shivering more from the silence than the temperature.

“It’s tight,” Brittany murmured, wiggling just enough to ease the fabric over her hips, a soft giggle escaping her lips. Then, her eyes flicked up with a playful spark. “Like your tight ship.”

For the first time, Linda’s composure faltered. Her gaze hardened, but an undeniable flush traced her cheeks, and still, she held Brittany’s stare without looking away.

At last, the pink dress pooled in a delicate circle around Brittany’s ankles. She stepped out, arms crossing as she covered her bare breasts, faking her modesty as the thrill moment excited Brittany. Linda’s eyes locked onto the exposed skin, lingering longer than propriety allowed.

Quick as a flash, Linda grasped the discarded dress and brought it close, inspecting it as if it were an unfamiliar artifact. “Do you realize dresses don’t come with bra sizes?” she remarked, her tone sharp but with a hint reluctant amusement.

Brittany’s laughter was light as she continued her fake innocence. “I thought it was a dress… honestly!”

Tossing the dress to the floor, Linda leaned slightly closer. Her fingers trailed along Brittany’s waist, thumbs brushing teasingly over the delicate fabric of her panties. “Seems more like something from the lingerie section,” she murmured, voice low, the control behind it barely contained. 

Brittany shifted slightly, a sly smile curving her lips as she kept her arms modestly crossed but allowed herself a teasing glance back. “I don’t think this is appropriate or professional for the office,” she whispered teasingly, her voice dripping with playful challenge.

Linda reached behind Brittany, her breath warm against her ear as she leaned forward. For the first time, a small, almost reluctant smile touched her lips. “Why?” she breathed. “Do you want to be treated like the slut you are?”

Brittany’s grin broadened, eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, are you going to discipline me, then?”

Without warning, Linda spun Brittany around, her professionalism crumbled to give way to her growing arousal. Her hands gripped Brittany’s hips firmly, pressing her back against the edge of the desk. The sharp smack against her ass was quick, coaxing a startled gasp from Brittany that morphed into a breathless laugh.

“Oh, I’m going to discipline you,” Linda said, voice low. Kneeling effortlessly, she leaned close between Brittany’s legs, her face buried in her panties.