Mann Power
by Randolph O. Mann
“Randolph! I need you to come into my office!” Linda ordered.
"I’ll be right there boss," Randy replied.
“Randolph, please step inside, close the door, and lock it.”
“As you wish Ms. Browne. Oh, excuse me Ms. Pettybone, I did not see you sitting there when I came in. Good afternoon.”
Karen answered, “Good afternoon..."
Linda interrupted, “Karen! We can bypass the formal salutations for now, thank you, as I have a pressing issue affecting the three of us. Please have a seat, Randy.”
“Boss, are you expecting this meeting take long? Because today the outer office staff is short a MAN.”
“Shit!” Linda exclaimed. She watched as Karen Pettybone silently stood up, unbuttoned her charcoal suit jacket, and slipped it off her shoulders before sliding each of her arms from the sleeves. Then she methodically folded the wool outer garment and placed it on top of the neatly folded black raincoat in the chair to her left. Karen then straightened her matching skirt and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
“Did you see that?”
“See what, Linda?” Karen asked.
“Karen, I was not talking to you. I was speaking with Randy. Well, did you, Randy?"
“Did I what?”
“Karen! Did you see what Karen just did?”
“I think so. Karen just got up and took her jacket off.”
“Exactly! It has been like that all morning.”
“I do not understand, boss. It has been like what all morning?”
“Like that! I have been putting her clothes back on all morning and she keeps taking them off every time someone says M, A, N."
“Do you mean MAN?”
“Shit! You said it again.”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up, reached for the waist of her skirt, and spun it around her slim hips until the zipper was directly in front. She used both of her hands to release the button holding the waist band together, then lowered the zipper and slid her matching charcoal skirt over her hips and down her legs to her ankles. A quick hop-step freed the garment to be methodically folded before joining the other clothing stacked in the chair to her left. Karen straightened her red blouse to insure maximum modesty before returning to her seat.
Linda shrieked, “Do you understand now? Every time Karen hears the M-word she is obliged to remove an article of clothing and fold it.”
“Well, that should be covered by one of our weekly Corporate MANdates.”
“Damn, Randy! That is not funny!”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up, and with her left hand released the button on the right sleeve of her burgundy blouse. She then duplicated the feat with her right hand upon the left sleeve. Both hands went to work from top to bottom releasing each button in turn until none remained. Then she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and down the smooth skin of her arms. She methodically folded the red blouse before placing on top of the stack in the chair to her left. Karen then adjusted her remaining undergarments for modesty and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
“See, I’m not kidding around! Karen is completely out of control!”
“Have you tried just comMANding her to stop?”
“Randolph, stop it! This is very serious.”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up and set the fingers of her hands to work at the front clasp of her lacy bra until her breasts tumbled into view. Her nipples stiffened as she methodically folded one cup inside the other before adding the lacy foundation garment to the neatly stacked pile of clothing in the chair to her left. Karen then adjusted her micro-wear for maximum coverage before she seated herself as if nothing had happened.
“What am I doing that is so wrong, boss?”
“Randy, you know perfectly well what you are doing. You are MANipulating this situation. Shit, now you have me doing it too!”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up and mechanically bent from the waist to unbuckle her left shoe before stepping out of the black leather footwear. Her healthy ‘sisters’ dangled about as the shoe was captured before it joined the collection of business attire in the chair to her left. Karen then adjusted her remaining undergarments for modesty and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
“Damn, Linda, this is great! How did you two girls find yourselves in this dilemma?”
“I don’t really know, Randy. Everything was ok this morning when we met for coffee at Starbuck’s. We drank our morning coffee, casually talked, and everything was just fine. Then we went into the restroom to freshen up and brush our teeth before we went to the dentist's office for our scheduled cleaning.”
“I thought you two were never going back to that GerMAN dentist.”
“Randy, for Christ sake be careful, will you?”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up and mechanically bent from the waist to unbuckle her right shoe before stepping out of the black leather footwear. She provided everyone a good view of her exposed breasts as the shoe was captured before it joined the collection of business attire in the chair to her left. Karen then adjusted her remaining undergarments for modesty and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
“Ok, ok, ok. I’ll behave.” Randy promised.
Linda explained, "We had no intention of ever seeing that dentist again after our undergarments mysteriously disappeared during my first visit. But we both received courtesy dental hygiene reminders from the office receptionist, and we just could not resist the offer to enjoy a free oral examination. Granted, we both felt very awkward about the idea of returning to that office, but every time we re-read the courtesy post card the more compelling the idea sounded. Our first reaction was such a visit would be impossible, but while rereading the post card a third time we noticed the distinctive logo and suddenly the whole idea sounded MANageable. Oops, I did it again!”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up and surgically released each of the four garter clasps attached to her control-top silk stockings before spinning the lacy belt back to front so the clasp could be uncoupled and the garment added to the collection of business attire in the chair to her left. Karen then adjusted her remaining undergarment for modesty and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
Randy protested, “Hey, you can’t blame me for that one!”
“Nobody’s blaming anyone, yet. That is why Karen and I decided if we both felt so compelled to return to that dentist's office for thorough oral cavity assessments it would be safer if we went together and stayed together during the whole visit.”
“So you both agreed to revisit the dental office in spite of your misgivings concerning Dr. Smelling?”
Silently, Karen Pettybone and Linda Browne stood up, locked eye contact, and marched directly into the other's embrace. Both women groped the other's body and French kissed for thirty seconds before silently returning to their respective chairs.
Randy asked, “What was that, Linda?”
Karen sighed, “I was afraid that might happen."
Linda pleaded, “Now I believe you are gaining a clearer understanding of the seriousness of our situation, Randy. I am begging for your help and your compassion with this problem.”
Randy said, “Doctor Smelling!”
Silently Karen Pettybone and Linda Browne stood up, locked eye contact and marched directly into the other's embrace. Both women groped the other's body and French kissed for thirty seconds before silently returning to their respective chairs.
“Randy, I said compassion!” Linda exclaimed.
Randy laughed, “This is truly the funniest thing that has ever happened while I have been working for T. Winston INC!”
Silently Linda Browne stood up and unbuttoned her coral suit jacket and slipped it off her shoulders before sliding it down her arms. Then she methodically folded the jacket before placing it on her desk top. Linda then straightened her matching skirt and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
Karen said, “The cat is completely out of the bag now, Linda.”
Linda nodded. “I was afraid of this too.”
Randy said, “T. Winston INC.”
Silently Linda Browne stood up, reached for the waist of her skirt, and spun it around her slim hips until the zipper was directly in front. She used both of her hands to release the button holding the waist band together, then lowered the zipper and slid her matching coral skirt over her hips and down her legs to her ankles. A quick hop-step freed the garment to be methodically folded before joining the other clothing stacked on her desk. Linda straightened her ivory blouse to insure maximum modesty before returning to her seat.
“Linda, I told you it was a bad idea to involve Randy," Karen said. "This is like letting the fox into the henhouse, pardon the pun.”
“We can not start fighting among ourselves, Karen. We all need to work together.”
Randy said, “Doctor Smelling!”
Silently Karen Pettybone and Linda Browne stood up, locked eye contact and marched directly into the other's embrace. Both women groped the other's body and French kissed for thirty seconds before silently returning to their respective chairs.
Karen shouted, “Randy, stop that!”
Linda begged, “Randolph, this is really not fair. We came to you for assistance, not abuse.”
Randy said, “T. Winston INC.”
Silently Linda Browne stood up and with both hands went to work from top to bottom releasing each button of her ivory blouse until none remained. Then she slipped the short-sleeved blouse off her shoulders and down the smooth skin of her arms. She methodically folded the pale blouse before placing it on top of her desk. Linda then adjusted her remaining undergarments for modesty and seated her self as if nothing had happened.
Karen shouted, “Randy, this is disgusting! Stop it right now!”
Randy said, “T. Winston INC”
Silently Linda Browne stood up and reached behind her back with her left hand to release the clasp of her demi-cup bra. She shrugged her shoulders, which allowed the undergarment to slip away from her ample breasts as the bra straps slid down her arms. A blush appeared upon Linda’s upper body as she methodically folded one cup inside the other before placing the lacy foundation garment on top of her desk. Linda then adjusted her micro-wear for maximum coverage before she seated herself as if nothing had happened.
Karen screamed, “You are a pervert, Randy! That is your direct supervisor.”
Randy said, “MANifest destiny!”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up and mechanically bent from the waist to slide the silk stocking down the length of her shapely right leg into a crumple of silk around her ankle. Using her thumb and index finger Karen pinched the toe of her stocking and pulled the stocking from her naked foot. The stocking was placed over the back of the chair to her left. Karen then checked the seam of her left stocking and adjusted her only remaining undergarment for modesty. She seated herself as if nothing had happened.
Linda said, “Randy, we came to you because we believed you were a trustworthy friend.”
Karen cautioned, “He is not going to listen to you, Linda.”
Randy said, “I think I am getting the hang of this godsend.”
Karen exclaimed, “Linda, I do not like the sound of that last comment! Linda, please do something!”
“Do what? If you have an idea, please, now would be the time to share IT!”
Randy said, “Doctor Smelling!”
Silently Karen Pettybone and Linda Browne stood up, locked eye contact and marched directly into the other's embrace. Both women groped the other's body and French kissed for thirty seconds before silently returning to their respective chairs.
Karen said through gritted teeth, “Linda, this is guy is really pissing me off.”
“Karen, relax! Randy is just flexing his authority over us and after he tires of these sophomoric antics he will help us, just trust me.”
“Linda, I already trusted you once and ended up with your hand on my ass and your tongue half way down my throat. I am fed up, I am going to walk out of this office, down the hall and report is whole affair to Mr. Winston!”
Randy said, “Good one, Karen.”
Silently Linda Browne stood up and stepped from her left shoe before bending at the waist to collect the brown leather footwear and place it on top of her desk. Linda then adjusted her only remaining undergarment for full coverage before she seated herself as if nothing had happened.
Karen proclaimed, “That is it, I am reporting this exploitation right now!
“Karen wait! Randy is a reasonable MAN. Aren’t you, Randy?”
“Ladies, you two are your own worst enemies.”
Linda exclaimed, “Shit!”
Silently Karen Pettybone stood up and mechanically bent from the waist to slide the silk stocking down the length of her shapely left leg into crumple of silk around her ankle. Using her thumb and index finger Karen pinched the toe of her stocking and pulled the stocking from her naked foot. The stocking was placed over the back of the chair to her left. Karen adjusted her only remaining garment for modesty and seated herself as if nothing had happened.
Linda said, “Karen, I agree, bringing in Randy was a big mistake. Just go ahead and get us some help.”
“Done!”
Karen stood up from her chair and walked directly towards the locked office door. Just as Karen’s hand touched the doorknob Randy said, “Doctor Smelling!”
Silently Linda Browne stood up and Karen Pettybone froze at the door before pirouetting to face Linda. They locked eye contact and marched directly into the other's embrace. Both women groped the other's body and French kissed for thirty seconds before silently returning to their respective chairs.
“Ladies, ladies, ladies. My uncle Thurgood Winston did not raise an idiot for a nephew."
Silently Linda Browne stood up and stepped from her right shoe before bending at the waist to collect the brown leather footwear and place it on top of her desk. Linda then adjusted her only remaining garment for full coverage before she seated herself as if nothing had happened.
“Randy, you have already seen us both naked, and this afternoon you have made us strip down to our panties and make out. What more is there left?” Karen asked.
Linda added, “Karen is right. You have had your way with us. What more do you want?”
“Ladies, I must be the luckiest MAN here at T. Winston INC and I really must thank Dr. Smelling.”
Silently Karen Pettybone and Linda Browne stood up and mechanically removed their panties and then, totally naked, they locked eye contact and marched directly into the other's embrace. Both women groped the other's body and French kissed for thirty seconds before silently returning to their respective chairs.
Randy opened his cellphone and speed-dialed. “Hello, Doctor Smelling? Hey Fritz, this is Randy... just fine, thank you for asking. Since you asked, I will tell you what you can do for me. I have two of your patients, a Karen Pettybone and a Linda Browne, both naked as the day they were born and making out right in front of me...and we need to talk.”