Dress Code: Carla's Reprimand

Carla didn’t expect to meet Mr. Marsdon in the hallway. When Mandy had quit, he’d taken over. 

Carla remembered seeing their former boss, walking out to her car on the last day she’d been here, wearing some kind of tight floral dress that showed off her tits. 

Her bigger tits. Carla didn’t think you could get work done that fast, but maybe Mandy had been wearing a minimizer bra. 

But everyone was quieter. Even Diane. She’d sworn she was gonna sue them into the ground, and called a lawyer friend of hers.

Then, when Carla had asked her about it, Diane had looked at the ground and told her that… Her lawyer had told her that she couldn’t take the case. 

Diane was never quiet like that. So Carla had decided to check out some of the other places. After all, like she’d told Diane, someone was one a buying spree and she had connections.

After all, being a gossip was easy, being a gossip who knew what was going on everywhere, was hard.

But she’d come up with nothing. Oh sure, some of the women from companies that were in negotiations were talking, but they didn’t know anything. It was like, some guy showed up and started talking to the board, or the CEO, or the owner…

So they didn’t know. But they weren’t the weird ones. 

Carla called her sources in companies that had been bought out and they were… reluctant to talk. They talked about new dress codes and office policies. But…

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to gossip.”  That had been Clarice.

“It’s… It’s not appropriate for me to talk,” Tanya had been one of her main sources of Gossip, the office manager for Green & Wilson, now Mann & Mann, had told her. “It’s… It’s not what a good worker does. Not what…” She took a shuddering breath and listening, Carla had thought it sounded like she was… turned on?  “A good girl does…” and when she’d hung up, a whimpering cry fading from the speakers. 

Margaret had refused to show up for a session of gossip and drinks, because she’d been demoted, and needed to work to save money. 

Margaret had been an up-and-comer at Connerston Human Resources. When Carla had asked her why…

She’d just said. “I can’t talk about it. There’s no fighting it…” the defeat in her voice wasn’t the strangest thing. 

She also sounded… turned on. 

Carla had been thinking about that, when she’d run into Mr. Marsdon. He had been one of the men coming in to the company. She hadn’t talked to him very much. 

But now he was standing, looming over her, and looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. 

“Hello, sir.” Carla nodded.

He said nothing, then gestured. “Walk to my office, Ms. Cho.

“Yes, sir.” What the hell?  

She followed him to his office, a bare room, a single crystal sitting on the desk, next to a computer system. 

He took his seat. He didn’t offer Carla a chance to sit down before he stared at her. 

She tried to look back, but couldn’t meet his gaze. There was a power in it, as his gaze roamed over her body.

“White blouse, skirt, and footwear that is consistent with the new dress code.”

The words just seemed to fill the room. 

Carla licked her lips. There was something about the way he approved of her. 

Which was stupid. He was just a boss.

Just a boss…

Just a boss sitting behind his desk. 

Carla noticed that there was room for a woman to crawl under his desk…

She licked her lips. 

“However,” he continued. “I’ve received concerning reports that you’ve been calling other companies and talking to their female employees…”

What? That’s not…

“Telling tales, and gossip is not what this business should be about. Especially when other women are having… difficulties adjusting to their new job status.” 

“I…” 

“In fact, I believe you should be focusing more on what you can do for this company, Carla.”

I… For a moment, Carla wondered at how he’d used her first name, but then she had the image of dropping to her knees, begging him to forgive her and crawling under the desk, where his cock would be stiff and ready…

A whimper sounded, deep in her throat as she glanced between her boss and the crystal.

“There will be many changes coming to this company, Carla, and I expect you will eagerly embrace them…”

Like by being under his desk, giving him a blow job, ready to swallow all of his hot cum… Carla bit her lip, then shook her head. 

“Of course, sir.” She ducked, unable to meet his gaze, thinking about how she’d disappointed him. “I won’t gossip again, sir. I promise.”

“I know. After all, you are a good girl.” 

The words ran over her body, sending a thrill through it. Now Carla had the image of a blow job, not as punishment… but reward. Reward for a woman doing her job…

“Yes, sir!” 

“Now get back to work, and as I said, there will be changes coming, but no more gossip. Do you understand?”

“I do sir.” Carla nodded.

Moment’s later, she was out of the office. And the first thing she did was open her phone and start deleting contacts. Some of the more notable gossips, she blocked.

After all, it was important to be a good employee…”