The Slut and the Suits Ch. 01.3 (Third)
He was at a complete loss for words. "Mila... Please come back with clothes on. Do it for me. O.K, I guess this is something you enjoy, but... it's totally unprofessional."
I didn't even say anything else or let him bring up another argument. I just walked by him and presented myself to each of the clusters of men, saying completely casual things that ignored my nudity, but arming my face and body with the sensuality of a femme fatale. With my words, I acted as if nothing weird was happening, but with my face and body language, I was inviting them to look at me. All of me. And I loved it. After ten or so minutes, the initial shock in the office went away, and everyone now accepted that Mila, the tomboy leader of the gang who never smiled and always scolded, who wore masculine clothing and never wore makeup was now completely naked, completely sexy, and completely confident. Her totally bare body was exposed to all her colleagues she saw everyday... and she was the one getting the most enjoyment out of it.
I absolutely loved it. Being that anomaly of bare female flesh in that mass of black suits. I felt so utterly feminine and beautiful. I felt like Venus herself surrounded by a mass of men worshipping me. All that testosterone made me feel even more girly, and all those suits made me feel more naked.
I was being the femme fatale I always wanted to be. And the best part? All the power was completely mine. This was now MY party. I was the center of the attention; I was the one directing the flow of conversation and where people looked just through my mere presence. If this party was the solar system, then I was now the sun: the center of it all, the most powerful and important member of it all, and the one around whom everything revolved. I loved having power—it's why I liked managing the team and being their stern leader. And this was another form of power; different but just as potent.
I loved just walking over to a conversation already taking place, and just standing there, casually, cigarette in hand, listening to them as if nothing was weird. But of course, it WAS weird. The only female in the office was completely naked and confidently strutting around like a goddess of beauty. I felt amazing.
I went back to talking to Kyle every once in a while during the party. Gosh, I loved being naked around him while he still wore his suit... I loved feeling like a girly girl in his presence. And not just him, but many of the boys too. Either there were those I found attractive, which was pretty much half of the boys, or there were those I didn't fancy, but still enjoyed being seen naked by. With the attractive ones, I could relish in feeling hot around them and knowing they enjoyed the sight of me, and with the ones I didn't fancy, I just loved that they were my colleagues, and I was now naked in front of them.
It was crazy. I don't think I could ever have as much fun in a strip club or in a situation where my nudity would be expected. And the that they were my fucking COLLEAGUES made it even sexier. I was always tomboy, stern, bossy Mila around them. This cold, inaccessible, leader that they were almost scared by. Now I was this seductive, naked gal showing herself off to them with a smile on her face. I was now the Slut, relishing in the attention and the confidence I felt. I realized that I was using my colleagues in a way. Using them as a collective mass, a collective mass that provided a platform for me to express my femininity, my sensuality and my confidence. Kyle saw it as a bunch of guys in suits gawking at a woman. But more importantly, it was a woman using men in suits to live out her fantasy and feel great.
Of course, I also enjoyed each of their presences and gazes on the individual level. I loved thinking: "Now I'm talking to Robert—Robert that I scold and give orders to. And now I'm flirting with him, completely naked and totally sexy."
As the evening continued, many began sitting on the sofas, and so I decided to shift the nature of my one-sided nudity a little bit. I began using the excuse of all the chairs and sofas being used to kneel down because "my legs were tired." Of course, it was just an excuse to channel all that sensual energy into something with more of a submissive/dominant vibe. As I said before, I like to use my nudity in different ways. Sometimes I like it as a weapon of power, something to make me feel all goddess-like and worshipped—and other times, I liked it as a sign of submission and humiliation. And damn... being on my knees completely naked before my male colleagues wearing suits... Now that's humiliating.
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