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going off like explosions of light would blind me. Would it be silent, or would questions be fired off in rapid succession as to the nature of the whole fiasco? All eyes would crawl over my exposed skin. Through the shock being center stage, maybe I’d be aroused. Strauss’s personal assistant, scantily clad for the world to see and admire. Or shun.
    No, there was no way that he would have me wear only lingerie to a press conference. Right? Strauss’s judgment could not be that bad for him to be as successful as he was, even with the nepotism that had lead to his station in life. I looked up slowly from the lingerie to see Mr. Strauss watching me, gauging my reaction. I studied his face for a brief moment and tried to read his reaction, only to find that I had no idea what he was thinking. His face was calm, with the same shadow of a smile that every official photo of him showed.
    I had committed to accept all of his demands. Alright Strauss, I thought, if this is what you want. My face warm from blushing at the thoughts of standing practically naked in front of dozens of reporters and  millions of viewers at home, I smiled and stood up.
    “May I undress?” I asked.
    His face remained unchanged as he nodded and held out his arm approvingly.
    I pulled my shirt off slowly, moving my hips rhythmically as I pulled the shirt over my head. My eyes burning into his, I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the ground and stepped out of them. I turned around and bent down to remove my socks. Strauss’s eyes drank in the sight of my ass; I could feel them caressing my skin. With both hands I rubbed the cheeks of my ass softly before I looped my fingers around my panties and pulled them down agonizingly slowly, conscious that every minute mattered as the hour of the press conference grew near. With my panties on the ground, I slid my hands back up my legs and spread my ass ever so slightly for Mr. Strauss’s eager eyes. If he had slid into me at that moment, I would not have been able to suppress a loud moan.
    I unbuttoned my bra and it fell the floor. My back to Strauss, I picked up the lingerie and put it on.
    When I turned around, he was smiling visibly. My eyes dared to glance down to catch a fleeting vision of the outline of his erect cock in his pants. My pussy was so wet I worried that I would soak through the lingerie, visibly so.
     
    “Excellent,” Strauss said. “You’re following orders well.” He walked around her, his fingers tracing the lines of the lingerie. I breathed heavily, closing my eyes.
    “Here.” I opened my eyes. Strauss was standing before me again, holding out another gift box. I took it from him, looking into his eyes curiously. When I opened the box, I couldn’t help but let out a huge sigh of relief.
    Inside was a dress suit. I held up the jacket against my chest and it formed around me perfectly. It had been finely tailored, and it looked sharply professional. The fabric was of the highest quality, and as I studied it I couldn’t help but wonder how Strauss had known my exact measurements. I even felt flattered that he had made sure to have it tailored to me.
    “You didn’t think I was going to make you wear nothing but lingerie to such an important press conference, did you?” asked Strauss. His eyebrows were raised and a devilish grin was on his face.
    “Honestly, I thought you just might have wanted that,” I said. “But I’m relieved to know you’re not out of your mind!”
    Strauss let out a small laugh, the first time I had heard him actually laugh.
    “Put it on, we’ve got to be going,” Strauss said. His smile hadn’t faded. Nor had his erection. “No need to be slow, time is short.”
    I put on the suit. It was so finely tailored that it was though the suit was an appendage of mine that I didn’t know had been missing. Never before had I ever worn something that felt this good. Strauss pointed me to another part of his office where the walls were mirrors so I could