"No!" protested Mimi. "I argue to keep my top! Also, I wish to take this moment to object to the fact that everything happens in stilted, uninteresting intervals every since I came to work. What's with that?"
"I don't know," said the boss. "Just take your top off already."
Incidentally, the boss was named Miss Roya, a shapely woman with a sharp, mocha complexion that spoke of at least three distinct racial backgrounds. She had her hair cropped into a neat dome of chin-length tresses, and clad herself in a professional-looking red suit that was trying, with only moderate success, to conceal the substantial jiggle both upstairs and downstairs. There: now you have a picture of the character in your head, as achieved by something called "description".
"I'm not going to!" said Mimi. "I'm, like, super modest. Everyone knows that."
"Really?" said Roya. "Because you're kind of sending a different message with all the transparent clothes you wear."
"The what?" said Mimi, looking down at herself. "Oh, holy crap! How long have I been wearing transparent clothes?"
"A long time," said Roya. "It doesn't really make sense, does it?"
"No, it doesn't! And the fact that you would ask me to take off my top when it's already transparent really doesn't scan, either!"
"Maybe you're dreaming," said Roya.
"Hey, yeah! That would make--"
Mimi awoke with a start, falling backwards in her chair as she did so. June peeked over the wall of her cubicle to see what all the noise was.
"Did you fall asleep at your desk again?" asked June.
"Looks like it," said Mimi. She checked her clothes. Everything was in order. "That was weird. I had a bland, tedious dream that was going nowhere."
"Neat!" said June. "Was I in it?"
"No," said Mimi. "I dreamed I was wearing see-through clothing, and Miss Roya wanted me to take off my top."
"Really?" said June. "Wow. I think that means you're attracted to her."
"What?" said Mimi, going hot in the face. "Don't be absurd!"
June wasn't listening. The matchmaker wheels were already turning in her head. The objective was clear: she needed to get Mimi and the boss naked together. Maybe it would finally get Mimi to relax a little. Maybe the two of them would hook up. Maybe June would be able to take home a couple photos. She just needed a good plan to pull it off.
The first option that came to mind was phoning in a favor with some friends in high places. It would cost Mimi a couple of her favorite naked photos, but using it for the sake of love felt like a noble enough cause. With one call, her friend could have the office building quarantined for a "boobie-thrax" outbreak, whereby all the women would be stripped down for sterilization. Hopefully, they could arrange for Mimi and Roya to share a shower.
The second option would be a little iffier, but wouldn't force June to give up any blackmail pictures. In this plan, June would tell Roya that they had a customer interested in one of their more problematic pieces of real estate: the Underhill Mansion. This house, which had been for sale for nearly twelve years now, was said to be haunted, or cursed, or something like that. Whatever the case, legend had it that no woman who entered the house would leave with a stitch of clothing.
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