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My name is Harvey and I manage a small firm that designs and sells computer software. I'm 34 years old and married to the love of my life, Marsha. I started this business almost ten years ago, but sold most of it to another company that designs and produces smartphone apps. I still own 49% of the company, but that just keeps me in dividends; they have the ultimate decision making authority. I probably could have done better with the sale, but I don't have near as much stress anymore. As the manager, I don't have to put in near as many hours that I did as the majority share holder and president, and the pay is good. Generally, I find they leave me alone to do my own thing here with my own people, anyway. Just as long as I keep the board of directors advised and happy. They really only seem to care about profit anyway. So that's me, running a software company. It's pretty mundane at best, but about a year ago, the strangest thing happened. It started out as a routine day. I was sitting in my office going over some of the previous month's numbers, when I heard some people out on the floor. I heard one woman Escort Gölbaşı sort of shriek and a few other people laughing. At first I thought that there was some kind of prank and thought little of it. But then I thought I had better investigate. I walked out of my office and scanned the employees sitting at their desks in the bull pen. No one was working at their computers. Most of them were still sitting, but some were standing and hooting, and they all were looking towards the same person, Becky Lawrence, who was taking a bow in front of her co-workers, totally naked. Now I am no prude, but I was, let's say, surprised. Becky is an intelligent girl, she is one of my newer employees, and I value her as one of my better workers. She works in software development and is responsible for some of the latest improvements in the product. She is the team leader responsible for the entire upgrade package of version 8.0 and a few subtle upgrades since then to our current version 8.3 of our flagship software package.Becky is also cute, I do have to describe her as that. I don't lear Keçiören escort at the staff, as I try very hard to ensure a positive work environment for everyone, but I am a guy and I do notice. I would describe her as about five feet even, with C cup breasts. She's probably about 125 pounds which, I imagine, is a little more than she would prefer, but she always carries it well. Although there is no dress code at my office, she is usually a sharp dresser. She takes a lot of pride in her appearance. Today though, let me say, her dirty blond hair cascaded around her shoulders and stopped above her beautiful breasts, her stomach was firm, and she had the most beautiful curve from her hips to her waist. Most interesting though, there were no tan lines. Some of the guys and a couple of women were cheering her on, but the rest were just staring. One woman, though, was holding up Becky's blazer, encouraging her to put it on. Just then Margaret Pearson came out of her office. Margaret is my assistant manager in charge of product development. As my longest employee I also count Kızılay escort bayan on her to maintain productivity for all the staff, not just production. I regard her as my Sergeant Major, and as such she is always on top of things, seldom having to bother me with some of the petty issues that tend to plague a staff of this size. She immediately started clapping in a stern pay-attention-to-me manner. Then with equal sternness and only some raising of her voice, she began to tell everyone to get back to work. While she did this she walked quickly toward Becky. Immediately everyone returned to work. Becky just stood there, motionless, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, or perhaps more like she was just caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I could see Margaret exchanging a few words with her, in what was not as one sided a conversation as I had expected. I called for Margaret to bring Becky to my office. Just as I sat back in my chair, Margaret and Becky were at my door. I waived them in but was surprised to see that Becky was still naked, Margaret now was holding Becky's jacket, trying to get her to put it on. I asked them to please take a seat. Becky promptly did, ignoring Margaret's badgering, and crossing her legs as she sat, which accentuated her neatly trimmed triangle that matched her hair colour perfectly. Margaret, on the other hand, stood and continued to try to cover Becky up.