The IT vacancy was with a small company specialising in finding marketing solutions for other small firms without a marketing team of their own or just those in need of a boost and a fresh perspective. You aced, you are pretty sure, your interview with the manager dealing with all things digital; the second interview, you were told, was more of a confirmation chat with the boss and founder than a full-on interview. She’d only need to make sure you are compatible with the team, i.e. not a complete sociopath; other than that, she would be quite unlikely to overrule your hire.

Still, it was an interview for a position that paid higher than you could have reasonably expected and in seemingly a very nice environment. Understandably, you were apprehensive; after the technical interview, however, there was little actual preparation to do. You are at the premises in plenty of time, of course, and you are invited to wait in the conference area by the office of your (hopefully) new boss as the admin lady who showed you in slips inside to tell of your arrival.

The secretary comes back out almost immediately. “She’s good to see you now”, she says, for the first time indicating that she will be, well, a she. The door is held open so you get up quickly and walk in… And barely manage not to trip over your own feet as you see what you think you see. Between your hot-wired brain, the Asian woman’s long hair some of which falls in the front, the angle of her body to the door and the computer screen in the way, you could have sworn she is topless behind her desk… And then, just barely regaining your footing, you take a step forward and realise you were right.

Almost at the same time you see her clothing. No, not on her. There is a free standing hanger behind her desk on which you see a jacket, a turtleneck, a pencil skirt, and a pair of panties. Does that mean… Surely not… But the woman behind the desk gets up and walks around the desk to shake your hand, fully in her naked glory. There are a few small pieces of jewellery on her neck and hands, but not a stitch of anything that can be described as clothing. “Lovely to meet you, I’m Vivian”, she says. “Please, grab a seat” - she gestures at the empty chair.

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I don’t have a specific destination for this in mind, mainly want to chat about possible scenarios and fun highlights of a female small company founder being a practicing nudist, the only one in the office. Please note I’m NOT interested in including sex or romance, this will mainly be about the interactions in an otherwise perfectly professional environment. One other possible exception is including spanking the boss, either as punishment or as stress relief for the employees.

Messages strongly preferred.