Noah's New Uniform (Patreon)

I've got one more installment here before the finale coming next week on this series, The Half-Naked Assistant. I could easily see myself coming back to it later, but I think this next post will be a great way to end it while I write other stuff. Check out the Discord as well for some photos of what I think Noah would look like in his new uniform... 

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“Noah, can you come here for a minute?”

Standing up from my desk, I could already feel my face heating up as I walked into Trent’s office. I’d spent the rest of the day yesterday huddled behind my desk, replaying the moment that I was stripped over and over in my head. Only the 12 men in that conference room and Austin had seen me, but all it took was Brent to really set me off.

Striding into the palatial office and closing the door behind me, I watched as Trent gestured towards a familiar bag on the table- it was from Reginald, his tailor.

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday- it made it clear that this uniform wasn’t my best idea.”

Oh my god, was I about to get pants? Maybe it was all worth it yesterday!

“Look inside for some new options that I had Reggie make for you and Austin.”

Or maybe not…

Inside, all of the items of clothing were far too small to be a pair of pants. In fact, they were all smaller than the briefs that I had on now.

“The material he’d been using was too flimsy, and that coffee stain yesterday shouldn’t have ruined your underwear. These are made with much better material- much more appropriate for the office.”

This man was beautiful, but he was an idiot. Holding up a thong made from red patent leather, I truly wondered how he thought any of this was appropriate for any office. I’d seen go-go boys at the bar downtown wearing more clothing than this below their waist.

“Go ahead and try them on- I’d love to see you in them.”

“Should I go into your restroom to change?”

“Noah,” he looked me straight in the eyes as he spoke this time in a softer voice. “I think we’re past that after yesterday’s show.”

I wasn’t attracted to Trent, at least not romantically. He was beautiful, and he had a great body under that suit of his, but no, I’d heard too many stories at the water cooler. He was doing something though as he looked up at me with those striking green eyes, and I knew that I deep down wanted to like this experience. I still felt goosebumps up and down my arms whenever I caught someone new checking out my bulge, but I knew that I was still staying for a reason. It wasn’t just the paycheck- I think my body was just fighting my desire to be here. To be noticed and admired. So, even though those goosebumps were back, I reached down to pull my briefs down to the floor.

Trent was just like some of his employees- he made no moves to disguise his stares. He was making direct eye contact with my cock as it dangled right below my perfectly tailored shirt.

Deciding to just jump right in, I grabbed the thong and pulled it on, not even surprised that it was molded perfectly to my body. My dick rested inside the pouch that seemed to make it look even bigger, and as I looked up into Trent’s eyes, I saw how impressive it must look. He asked me to turn around, and I did without hesitation. His hand caressed my ass, lingering too long to be disguised as anything accidental. He pulled my newest uniform item off and helped me step into a jockstrap this time. Again, it fit like a dream, and I felt the firm straps lift up my ass for him.

“Bend over.”

I should have said no or walked out, but other than sucking in my next breath, I did as I was told and reached down to grab my ankles. His hands were all over me again, and I felt the pad of his thumb against my exposed hole, and I didn’t move a muscle as he explored my anatomy. As he stood me up and had me try on the last pair of underwear, I was given one more feel before he sat back at his desk.

About two minutes later, I walked out of his office with a smile on his face as I sat back down at my desk. Austin had looked up right in time to see the blue bikini briefs that I was wearing. The basket was connected to the waistband with just two miniscule straps, so my pubes and the base of my shaft were visible when I sat down.

Even my coworker was blushing at my outfit as I filled him in on what went down. His face had sunk when I told him about our new uniforms, but then his elation matched mine as I told him about the second half of our conversation.

“Oh, tomorrow is going to be one for the books!”