Chapter 3

Nick took the bus into town the following Monday. It would save him the trouble of having to pay for parking, and reduced the risk of his car breaking down before his next paycheck enabled him to finally replace his alternator.

As he stared out the window at the busy streets, he remembered he’d forgotten to take his medication that morning. He reached into his coat pocket and fished out the Tristerol, and swallowed two tablets. He still had no luck achieving an orgasm, despite the drug making him more prone to arousal than he’d been in his life.

He got off the bus on Main Street, where he only had a short walk to the Williams Building. He stared up at the tall gray building and wondered what in there could possibly convince him to remain a student at LaPorte.

Despite his reservations, Nick walked through the main entrance, where a security guard buzzed him inside. He went straight to the elevators and summoned a ride. He didn’t have to wait long being as it was mid-morning, so when the doors opened, he stepped inside the small metal compartment and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

As he felt himself ascend, he felt blood rushing to his groin, and it felt quite pleasant. He stopped to think about how much his medication was affecting him.

He’d forgotten to take it the previous Thursday morning, which was why he began carrying it with him. But he’d grabbed it this morning anyway because—

Nick’s thoughts came to a halt.

He hadn’t forgotten. He HAD remembered to take his pills this morning. And he’d just taken a second dose on the bus. Which meant he now had a double dose of a drug that made him highly prone to arousal.

Nick sighed and wondered how the day would go trapped in his father’s office while under the influence of a drug that would make him hornier than a teenager in an adult video store. He took solace in knowing that it was unlikely there would be much in his father’s office to set him off. As long as he wasn’t triggered by anything arousing, he would likely avoid any awkward erections.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Nick stepped off and arrived at the entrance to his father’s company: J.T. Levinson. Nick made his way to the main hallway and stopped dead in his tracks.

A secretary he recognized from one of his previous visits to this office was walking towards him. Her name was Lori Peterson, if he remembered correctly. Nick felt a thick layer of sweat form on his back, and blood rush to his penis at the very sight of her.

Lori Peterson was completely naked.

She walked casually towards him, smiled, and greeted him.

“Hi Nick! Are you here to see your dad?”

“I’m ... yes, I’m here ... to see my dad,” he stammered.

“I think he’s in his office. You can head on over,” she said sweetly.

Lori smiled again and walked into her office. Nick stared at her naked ass as she took a seat at her desk and began working on her computer. Her boss was in there too; he was fully clothed, but sat talking on the phone with no regard to the fact that his secretary was wearing absolutely nothing but her high heels.

Nick pinched himself and continued down the hallway. He glanced into another office, to see another young woman working at her desk in the nude. Her male boss was in a dress shirt, tie, and business slacks, and he too seemed completely unalarmed by his secretary’s state of dress.

What the hell is going on here?, Nick thought to himself.

He arrived at his father’s office and peeked inside, afraid of what he might see. Sure enough, his father’s secretary was at her desk, chatting away on the phone in the nude. Nick knocked on the open door to get her attention.

“Oh, there you are!” Albert said, stepping out from the doorway connecting his office to Teresa’s. “Glad you could make it!”

“Dad. What the HELL is going on here?” Nick asked.

“It’s Nude Secretaries Day!” Albert said.

Nick’s mouth dropped open. He remembered now what Caleb had said a few weeks earlier.

“Nude Secretaries Day?” Nick said incredulously. “That’s REAL?”

“Yep,” Albert said. “I thought maybe inviting you here today might help you feel better about your swim class rules.”

Nick looked around the room, dumbfounded. Nothing seemed out of place; Teresa was at her desk as she always was, but today, she wasn’t wearing any clothing. She simply sat at her desk with her smooth bare legs crossed while she held her phone between her shoulder and her ear, typing away at her computer as she spoke.

“Nude Secretaries Day is real?” he asked again. “You have this every year?”

“Every year,” Albert assured him.

Nick still felt skeptical. He opened his mouth, trying to find a way to ask his father if he’d somehow bribed all the secretaries to strip nude just for today to make some kind of point, but no combination of words made that idea not seem ridiculous.

“How did you get the girls to go along with this?” he finally asked.

“Actually, it was one of them who came up with the idea,” Albert said. “Shari Kirshner pitched the idea a few years ago. She petitioned for it until the higher-ups okayed it.”

“But how did--” Nick began, but trailed off. He stared at Teresa’s beautiful bare breasts, and his eyes glossed over.

Albert chuckled. “Why don’t we go into my office for a minute until you get your head straight?”

Nick had to agree that was likely for the best. He sat down across from his father’s desk, and Albert shut the office door to cease Teresa’s two very large distractions from disrupting his son’s train of thought.

Albert sat down at his desk, and chuckled at the sight of his son trying to collect his bearings.

“I can’t believe this is really a thing,” Nick mused.

“It really is,” Albert said proudly.

“Are ALL the secretaries here naked?”

“Every one of them!”

“And they don’t mind?”

“Women like to feel sexy. Especially when they’re being paid well. And we pay these ladies very well,” Albert said.

It made sense. Sort of. It just seemed incredibly unlikely. Somehow Nick’s hottest fantasy had come true, and he had trouble even fathoming how it could happen.

“Did Teresa know about Nude Secretaries Day when you hired her?” he asked.

Albert shifted nervously.

“Actually, no. You see-” he trailed off, prompting Nick to wonder if his father felt some amount of guilt. He continued, “when my last secretary quit, I wondered if my next secretary would be willing to work nude as well. So when I started interviewing new girls, I told them about our annual holiday right off the bat. Well, wouldn’t you know it, the moment I mentioned we had a “Nude Secretaries Day,” they were no longer interested in the job!”

“I’m shocked,” Nick said sarcastically.

“Yeah, I was too,” Albert said in a tone matching his son’s. “So, when Teresa came in to interview, I didn’t tell her. I just hired her, and decided to wait until the big day to see how she reacted. She was reluctant, of course, but Shari was able to do some convincing, and she got Teresa to go along with the holiday for two years now.”

“Shari must be awfully good at convincing!” Nick remarked.

Albert nodded. “Shari is ... the best.”

He gathered up some sales reports on his desk, tucked them into a folder, and set it to the side. With his desk cleared off, he looked his son in the eye.

“So, why don’t we talk about why you want to quit school?”

Nick sighed. What seemed so simple before now felt impossible to talk about. He glanced around his father’s office, looking at his framed family photos, printer, and wall calendar before finally looking him in the eye, working up an answer to his question.

“Well, it’s just—I feel like I’m spinning my wheels there, and—”

Nick was cut off mid-sentence by a knock at Albert’s door.

“Come in,” his father said.

Albert’s office door opened, and Teresa sauntered in and placed a sheet of paper on the desk in front of him. Nick froze, becoming uncomfortably aware of just how close to him Teresa was standing.

“Green Gate faxed this over,” the beautiful nude secretary said. “They want a budget increase on the Mackenzie project that they need you to sign off on.”

Albert put on his glasses and inspected the document.

“Where am I supposed to sign?” he asked.

“Right here,” Teresa said, bending over Albert’s desk to point at the line for the manager’s signature. As she did, Nick’s eyes drifted to his left and admired the succulent round ass just inches from his face. He could even make out the tan lines in the shape of a very tiny thong between her cheeks. He saw no such tan lines on her back, suggesting she spent her time in the tanning bed in her panties but not her bra.

“Ah yes, there we are,” Albert said. He grabbed his fountain pen and signed his name on the line. “Just bring this to David and see if he wants any changes made. Otherwise, you can fax it back to Green Gate.”

“Sure thing,” Teresa said, smiling at him.

“Oh, and could you be a doll and grab the Mendez report from my printer? David needs to see that as well,” he added.

Teresa walked to Albert’s side of the desk and bent over to retrieve the Mendez report. As she did, Albert, like his son, also took the opportunity to admire her lovely round behind.