keep your clothes on

She was every man's worst nightmare, at least to work with. She was eighteen years old with wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfect figure, but worst of all, she knew she was a knockout and knew how to use it.

I gotta say something, I can't keep looking at the ceiling. Hell, the low seating sure doesn't help. I'll have to say something. Not sure if it's appropriate, but it's making me uncomfortable.

"Chloe, this is getting ridiculous, please cover yourself" I demanded.

"Why sir? What on earth is wrong" Chloe flicked her hair and beamed a smile at me.

"It seems you've never learned to dress yourself properly. Your blouse is half undone, the top half that is, and everyone can see your chest" I explained.

Chloe made no effort to cover herself "It's awfully hot sir, just getting some fresh air" Chloe's smile was definitely looking predatory.

"Chloe, do I have to call your father and tell him you can't dress properly? I'm sure your assets work well with the rest of mankind, but in my health center you're going to dress properly." Chloe still didn't make an effort to do up her top.

It was time to cruel. Cruel to be kind that is. "And besides Chloe, as a nurse I've seen more breasts than you can imagine, and much more memorable ones."

Chloe quickly buttoned her top up.