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If There's No Air-con … Strip? ? ?

It all started, as so many things did, with misbehavior by Hazuki-Director. Well, that wasn't the start of the start, to be fair. The sweltering heat, even inside Eagle Jump was to blame.

Yagami was complaining as usual about the heat, and this time Hajime wasn't contradicting her, she was on her side.

"Yagami-sempai, you were right about the air-con, why is it so hot?" she complained.

"Umm," said Toyama, "I think it's not working at all. I just called the repair service, but they haven't responded. I am afraid they're too busy on a day like today, so ..."

At that, everyone in the office jumped. It was already a terribly hot day, without air, how would they survive?

"Um, if you're worried about the computers, we put in an emergency cooler for them. It's just a couple of battery powered blowers and we have to put water in them periodically, but ..." Toyama continued.

Yagami immediately dropped to the floor and wiggled under her desk. "It's a little bit cooler," she decided. "It's a pity most of our stuff is on our desks instead of under them though." While she was down there, she decided there was no point in modesty. She came up and started stripping off her pants. It was well-known at Eagle Jump that Yagamai-san had an amazing butt, and the fact that it was so sexy to her co-workers always added to the embarrassment of her lack of modesty. "Kou ..." Toyama began.

Yagami paid no attention and got back to work. Hajime was already in shorts, but she envied Yagami nonetheless. She eyed her top longingly, and sort of pulled at it.

Yun watched for a little while then said, "Fine!" She was by far the most overdressed person there. She stood up and, matter-of-factly, stripped down to her underwear. She carefully folded her clothes as the other employees stared silently, then, like Yagami, went back to work. Yagami smiled over at he. She shrugged off her shirt, too, and gave Yun a thumbs-up before going back to work.

Hajime needed no further prompt before she was in just her bra and panties as well. "Aaah!" she exclaimed, like an old man.

In Hajime's case, the sight of her breasts was as embarrassing — because stimulating — as Yagami-sempai's butt. Aoba, Hifumi and Toyama-sempai had nowhere to look. But, with a sigh, Toyama-sempai followed suit, as she had a year ago when Aoba came in early and thought they were having a half-naked make-out session at work.

At that point, Aoba didn't want to be "the child," so she looked over at Hifumi-sempai. "I'll do it if you do, Hifumin!" she said. Hifumi looked like she was about to pass out, and not from the heat — or the heat of the day at least. She sort of fitfully lifted her arms, and Aoba chose to take that as a signal. She carefully unbuttoned and took off her suit coat and shirt and put them on the back of her chair. Then she went over to Hifumi and helped her out of her shirt. Hifumi had turned even redder, but hadn't fought her. So Aoba pushed her luck. She had had to dress one of her cousins, much younger than her, and she put herself in that frame of mind. She gently positioned Hifumi back in her chair, placed her legs on a waste-basket, and removed her shoes and socks. Then, without any hesitation or intensity, she unzipped Hifumi and pulled down her skirt. She restored Hifumi to her former position and folded her clothes, all without speaking.

Then Aoba went back to her desk, folded her shirt and loosely folded her suit coat. She stripped off her trousers and folded them, adding them to the clothing pile near her desk. Much like Yagami had done, she gave Hifumi a thumbs-up and turned back to her work.

It took, however, quite a while before Hifumi could stop shaking and blushing and saying "Aoba-chan!" over and over before she could work again. She had just about settled down when things got a bit lively.

The three provisional hires, Narumi, Momiji and Nene had been told to arrive late today and stay later, and they'd agreed. But when they opened the office door (Naru and Nene had to go through the design office to get to the programmer's area), the sight that met them was not an everyday one: all of their sempais, in just their underwear! Momo put her hands over Naru's eyes, but she realized she wouldn't be able to navigate that way. She grabbed Naru's hand, said, "Ohayou Gozaimasu" and dragged her to the programmer area. Nene just stood there, speechless.

"Air-con's out, Nene!" Aoba said. "You should just do it. It's not like we have a lot to look at, anyway."

"Maybe YOU don't, Aocchi!" Nene said indignantly. It was true: she had developed a strong Japanese D cup to Aoba's A or B cup. "Besides, Umiko-sempai runs a tighter ship than Yagami-sempai, there's no way she'd put up with it! Umm, no offense, Yagami-san!"

"None taken," said Yagami. For some reason she was laughing.

At that point, Umiko herself came in. She was just out of a meeting with Hazuki and Yamato. Toyama had been there as well, but left early to see about the air-con. She'd been intrigued at the sight of Mochizuki dragging Tsubame in to the programming area and sitting her down then heading back to the design area, so she went with her.

"Rin," she asked bluntly, "The air-con not working, is this Hazuki's fault?" She was inclined to blame Hazuki by default when things went wrong, and as a rule of thumb it was working well for her so far.

"N-no," said Toyama (even she could be a little nervous around Umiko, even though nowadays she outranked her a little). "Hazuki-Director properly set up our repair contract, and even asked them to check our air-con a month ago during the start of the hot weather. This is an unexpected failure and they should have responded by now."

"Very well." Umiko turned around and stopped at the entrance to the programmer's area. "The programmers have my permission to imitate the design team," she said.

Without further ado, she started to take off her shirt. Noticing Sakura's eyes were glued to her body, as usual, she deliberately walked over to where Nene was and stripped in front of her, even turning away from her when she took off her trousers, so Nene saw her rear end to good advantage.

"U-umiko-sempai!?" Nene sputtered. "Wa-What are you doing?"

"I am stripping right in front of you and giving you an eyeful, Sakura-san."

"Ummmm w-wa-why?"

"In the game industry it's called 'Service,' Sakura-san. I'm giving you some now, so please enjoy it. The flip side is that I expect you to turn around and get to work. We don't pay you to stare at me, it turns out, but to help us make games. You're welcome."

Naru absolutely lost it, dissolving into a pile of helpless giggles, but instead of glaring at her, Umiko-sempai laughed, too. She set an example for Nene by turning around and opening up her development environment.

"Fine," Nene said. She unzipped her skirt first and folded it carefully, bending over her desk as she did so. Then, saving the best for last, she took off her blouse and folded it, then turned around with her hands on her hips and her surprisingly large breasts on display. Certainly, they were much bigger than Naru's, she guessed. Umiko-sempai had watched the whole thing, mainly so as not to hurt Nene's vanity. She smiled at her and then turned back to her work. Nene smiled a little then turned around and opened up her development environment, too.

Naru realized there was no hope for it. She stripped.

Nene watched her out of the corner of her eye — yep — her breasts were definitely smaller. Who was the child, now? She was cute, though, especially blushing. Of course, Naru had thought that about Nene's stripping act, since Nene was the Blushing Queen of Eagle Jump.

Even Umiko watched with a side glance. She normally acted like she was made of ice, but the sights this morning had affected even her. One of the reasons Umiko fought so much with the voluptuous Hazuki-director and the stunningly beautiful Yagami-AD was that both of them stimulated her senses, and much worse than that, they both knew it. She could have told Toyama-san that Yagami-san wasn't not noticing her crush, just thought it was more convenient to keep their relationship as it was. But Umiko had never made a habit of interfering in other people's business.

"Tsubame-san," she said. "You have my permission to take a few minutes, go over to the design area, and peek at Mochizuki-san." She smirked. Nene laughed.

Naru's blushing outdid itself, Nene decided. Maybe she should be jealous of Momiji.

Her pride discarded, Narumi went over to the designer's entrance. It's not like she hadn't occasionally seen Momo in her underwear, actually, in passing, but somehow to see her with a bunch of other undressed beauties, in a work setting, was so unbelievably hot. Momiji looked up when she heard Naru approach. They simply stared at each other for a couple of minutes, unable to tear their eyes away.

If we don't start treating this like Naru and I are dating, I want to date someone, Momo thought to herself. At our age, she rationalized to herself, we have needs. She thought about what it would be like if Naru was dating someone else and still living with her; her eyes were traveling all over Naru's body as she thought. No. Momo wouldn't like that one bit. Once they were both hired on for good (and she had no doubt they would be, she wasn't as insecure inside as Naru), it would be time to have The Talk. It was long overdue, people just assumed things and then there were hurt feelings. She wouldn't end up like that producer was who obviously crushed over the art director, but hadn't been able to spit it out for, like, seven years now. If she wasn't mistaken, the character team leader was in the same boat with Momo's rival, the character designer Suzukaze-sempai, to boot. It was nice to be at a place where dating girls was probably the norm. Working together like this would bring them together for sure ... meanwhile, they'd been looking at each other yearningly for three whole minutes. Yagami-AD was sputtering trying not to laugh out loud.

"Ummm!" Narumi said. "Are you alright, Momo?"

"I'm fine, Naru!" Momo said, relieved. "I am not terrible with the heat." From their posture and expressions, Suzukaze-sempai and Yagami-sempai were very much not fine with it. Suzukaze even looked pretty sleepy. "Back to work, Tsubame-san!" they heard from the programmer's area. Narumi scuttled back waving at Momo and blushing. Yagami decided she and Aoba should nap in the meeting room (which was a little cooler, though stuffier) and start working again when it cooled down a bit. Aoba readily agreed and only brought her suit coat to lie on — she'd have to press it tomorrow some time. "Oyasumi..." she said sleepily to the design crew. Aoba couldn't shake her childishness when she wasn't alert — it was amazingly cute. She even stretched cutely and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Hifumi didn't, actually, like the idea of Aoba sleeping in just her bra and panties alone with the AD, because she knew Aoba had a huge crush on Yagami when she was hired and they still were far too close for Hifumi's comfort. But it was also true that neither of them were going to get any work done during the hot part of the day. This was what the Spanish language called a siesta, she guessed.