Tied Up in Business: Dress Code Discipline
- sensualshortstory
- Mar 22
- 2 min read
A Playful Erotic Comedy Script
SETTING: A modern corporate office. Desks, ringing phones, and the soft hum of a coffee machine in the background.
CHARACTERS:
Felix Harper – A slightly awkward but brilliant sales rep, loves numbers more than fashion, often forgets the strict dress code.
Ms. Vivian Blake – The company’s overbearing (yet irresistibly flirty) secretary, always dressed to kill in satin button-ups and dangerously tight pencil skirts.
SCENE ONE: The Showdown
(Felix nervously sneaks into the office wearing his favorite Star Wars polo shirt instead of the required suit and tie. He tiptoes to his desk, praying no one will notice.)
VIVIAN (appearing out of nowhere, arms crossed, heels clicking as she approaches)“Well, well, well… look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, what the cat should have tossed right back out.”
FELIX (freezing like a deer in headlights) “Oh. Uh. Good morning, Ms. Blake. You look… very shiny today?” (winces at his own words)
VIVIAN (smirking, smoothing her satin blouse) "Flattery won't save you, Harper. We talked about this. Suit. And. Tie. Office dress code. I enforce it. You ignore it. And now…" (leaning closer, voice dropping to a purr) "I have to punish you."
FELIX (gulping) “Punish? Like… a write-up? A stern email? A—”
VIVIAN (grinning wickedly, plucking a black silk tie off her desk) “Oh, sweetheart. I was thinking something more… hands-on.”
(She loops the tie around his neck, tugging him forward, just enough to make him squirm in his seat.)
FELIX (squeaking) “Oh. Oh! This is happening. Okay. That’s… uh… a firm grip you have there.”
VIVIAN (teasingly) “Years of experience, Harper.” (She slowly buttons up his polo collar, sliding the tie into place) “You like numbers, don’t you?”
FELIX (nodding frantically) “Yes. Big fan of numbers. Numbers are great.”
VIVIAN (tying the knot with deliberate slowness)“Good. Because I count at least three ways you’ve broken office protocol today.”
(She tugs the tie tighter—just enough to make him gasp, then smooths it down his chest with a smirk.)
FELIX (clears throat) "Okay, wow. That's—uh—snug. Very snug. Almost like a… corporate leash?"
VIVIAN (whispering in his ear) "And guess who's holding the other end?"
(Felix shivers. She steps back, admiring her work—Felix, properly suited, utterly flustered, and adjusting his collar like a nervous wreck.)
VIVIAN (grinning, crossing her arms) "There. Now you look like a real salesman. And if you ever forget again..." (she lets her nails trail up his tie, flicking it playfully) "...I'll have to tighten the rules. And the knots."
FELIX (muttering, straightening his tie) “…Starting to think I forgot on purpose.”
(Vivian winks before strutting away, leaving Felix dazed, sweating, and suddenly very, very invested in company dress codes.)
FADE OUT:
MORAL OF THE STORY: Always respect office dress codes—or risk getting “adjusted” by the real boss.
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