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Prompted by Valerian posting one of his stories from CHYOA and also having noted that some people can not get on with the format over there, I thought I might use the archives to repost some of my Debbi stories.

I have a different user name on CHYOA but can assure anyone who might be concerned that I am the same author. For some reason this board would not allow me to register under the name Enthusiast.

I hope it fits in with the board aesthetic that my protagonist, at age 26, is a little older than the original teen girl concept.

I'll update here as I gradually add stories :

1 Debbi and the jet ski
2 Debbi and the hypnotist
3 Debbi in Ayia Napa
4 Debbi and the bikini car wash
5 Debbi and the fashion show
6 Debbi and the company physical
7 Debbi at Halloween
8 Debbi at Christmas
9 Debbi at New Year
10 Debbi and the warehouse incentive scheme
11 Debbi and the driver incentive scheme
12 Debbi and the management course
13 Debbi and the exercise monitor
14 Debbi and the parachute jump
15 Debbi at the trade fair
16 Debbi the inadvertent camgirl
17 Debbi ( and Carol ) and the contamination unit
18 Debbi and the Naked Office
19 Debbi and Carol's cross country trek Parts One to Three
20 Debbi at the health spa
21 Debbi and Carol at the business convention
22 Debbi tries track and field
23 Debbi in Japan
24 Debbi and the charity auction
25 Debbi the artist's model
26 Debbi and the art class
27 Debbi helps Kieron's project
28 Debbi spaced out
29 Debbi and the lingerie catalogue
30 Debbi the calendar girl
31 Debbi goes exhibitionist
32 Debbi and the Russians
33 Debbi and the lingerie party
34 Debbi in Costa Rica
35 Debbi and the sculpture
36 Debbi as Bimbo WAG
37 Debbi in bondage
38 Debbi at the onsen
39 Debbi in Abu Dhabi
40 Debbi the soap star
41 Debbi does stand up
42 Debbi in Tangier
43 Debbi the movie starlet
44 Debbi in California
45 Debbi the activist
46 Debbi in lockdown
47 Debbi and Carol's calendar
48 Debbi and Carol's Full Monty
49 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part One
50 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Two
51 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Three
52 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Four
53 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Five
54 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Six
55 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Seven
56 Debbi as Miz No-E : Party Eight
57 Debbi as Miz No-E : Part Nine

Debbi and the jet ski

At the age of 26, Debbi seemed to have it made. She had risen to be Team Leader in her I.T. company and seemed destined for great things. She had worked hard but it was also true to say that her progress had certainly not been hampered by her good looks. A very pretty petite brunette, she was happy with her small but well proportioned breasts and while she had a slight complex about her bum, there was not really anything wrong with it.

She dressed for work in a conservative, businesslike fashion but when it suited her she adopted a teasing, flirtatious demeanour with the men in the office. That, coupled with her good looks and rapid rise up the career ladder, did not endear her to the other females in the company. Although she could not be described as a bitch and was not fully aware of the impression she was creating, the men also began to tire of what they now perceived as all tease and no reward.

Everyone in the office was eager to see what was beneath that business suit. Were circumstances about to conspire to see Debbi in various scenarios which would leave her stripped, embarrassed, shamed and humiliated ?

It had been a long week and Debbi was more than ready to head home and unwind as she packed her things into her bag at the end of this Friday afternoon. She was about to leave when her secretary Carol, who was in her mid thirties, burst into the office. "All ready for the team building exercise ?" she asked. "Oh god, I'd forgotten all about that" groaned Debbi. She had delegated organising that to one of her coding team Simon when her boss Jeff had insisted a social event was needed to boost morale.

Simon had booked jet skiing or some such nonsense on a local lake. He'd even sent round details about hiring wet suits for the occasion which Debbi had ignored. "I think I'm going to bail out of that" she told Carol. "It's really not my thing and I'm tired." "Do you think that's a good idea when Jeff was so big on the idea ? I even think he's going to be there himself " Carol replied.

Debbi hesitated. Carol had a point. It might be a definite black mark if she absented herself. "OK, OK, I'll follow you on down there." She could just go for a few minutes to show face and then sneak off. After all, she could not take any active part after having made no arrangement whatsoever to hire a wet suit could she ?

Debbi spun her car lazily into the makeshift lakeside car park next to the ramshackle boating shed which housed the jet skis. It was a warm, sunny summer evening and Debbi could think of better ways to spend it than watching her colleagues careening over a lake on hired jet skis. Still, she consoled herself with the thought that she could soon make her getaway. She spotted them easily enough. Her ten strong team of six guys and four women made a curious sight in their unfamiliar hired wet suits. Debbi grinned. Some had the body for it but others most definitely did not ! But they all seemed happy enough to be entering into the spirit of the evening.

Debbi spotted her boss Jeff who was the only other one not kitted out. She knew he had recently had a procedure on his back and was still in rehab. She made her way languidly over to him. "Oh, there you are Deb. Hurry up and get ready, we've all been hanging around waiting for you so we can get started." "You shouldn't have bothered Jeff, I'm not staying. I just thought I'd better show my face before heading home. It was a long day !" Jeff's expression changed. "Hmmm. I don't think that's really good enough for a team leader, do you Debbi ?" She immediately noticed the change in tone and in the form of address. She was normally "Deb". But when he was displeased, Jeff always referred to her as "Debbi".

She decided to play her ace. "Well, I can hang around for a while to watch but I don't have a wet suit, so can't take any part." Jeff remained disappointed. "That's still not really the spirit I was hoping for is it ? A team leader's supposed to lead, especially on a team building exercise. But instead of integrating, you seem set on standing apart." Debbi flushed at the harsh rebuke. Her assistant Carol had been hovering close by, observing this mini drama. She now stepped in.

"I know what Deb. You can ride out there in your bra and pants. Nobody will mind. We're all broad minded and it's a warm enough evening." Debbi laughed awkwardly, trying to brush off the suggestion, but Jeff seized on the idea. "I think that sounds just the solution, thank you so much Carol" he cried enthusiastically. "Jeff, I can't parade around in front of everyone in my knickers" objected Debbi. "You should have prepared better then shouldn't you Debbi ?" he replied, once more emphasising the name. He whispered "Remember, the annual reviews are coming up." Then more loudly. "You can slip out of your things in your car but hurry up, we've waited long enough."

Debbi scuttled hurriedly back to her car. She felt like a little girl at school made to do PE in her bloomers and vest because she had forgotten her gym kit. But instead of bloomers and vest, she would be exposed to her work colleagues in her lingerie ! As she went, she made a quick mental inventory. Her firm perky breasts hardly needed a bra and at the weekend she often went without. So the one she was wearing today offered minimal support and a considerable amount of cleavage. It was not lined either and she was fearful of the "pokies" effect from her sensitive nipples. Of more concern however were her matching white panties, which were of a lace effect that she felt pretty sure might afford glimpses of her neatly trimmed landing strip. And while thankful not to be wearing a thong, these pants gripped tightly around her buttocks and she could imagine quite an expanse of bum cheek open to view.

She was easily able to slip off her shoes in the car and divest herself of her jacket. Unbuttoning and taking off her blouse was not too difficult but as she unzipped her skirt and wriggled it over her hips and down her legs, she began to feel awfully exposed and to hyperventilate slightly. She was still engaged in an ungainly battle with her tights as Carol's face appeared at the car door. "Good you're nearly ready, everyone's waiting to start." Debbi almost felt like crying as finally her toes broke free of the by now inside out tights. "What about my watch and car keys ?" asked Debbi helplessly. "Give them to me when you've locked the car and I'll put them with my stuff in the boat shed."

Word had got around in the meantime and her expectant team greeted her with wild whoops and wolf whistles. "Love the knickers Deb !" yelled Simon who had organised the event. "And no cellulite either" laughed Carol. "Or at least not much !" Debbi knew that she did not have an ounce of cellulite on her but the calls made her hyper aware of her exposed state and she felt every tiny bounce of the flesh on her buttocks and thighs as she padded over to them on her walk of shame.

"I just need a group photo to commemorate this event for the company social media wall" said Jeff. "Show what a fun department this is to work in and what a great team." The ten strong team quickly grouped itself together as Debbi hung back hoping the ground would swallow her up. "Come on Deb" ordered Jeff. "Get to the front !" "Jeff" she hissed. "You can't have me in the photo like this." But Jeff knew her underwear would not violate any social media nudity exclusions and he did not have any regard for her dignity. "Nonsense" he answered brightly. "It'll show what a sport the team leader is and how far she is prepared to go to enter into the spirit of the fun !"

Debbi was installed prominently at the front of her team. "OK then, big smiles, lots of teeth. Peace signs everyone." A pause. "Peace signs Debbi !" The fatal photo was taken. The boatyard crew finished their instruction session explaining safety and how to operate the jet skis. Jeff wandered about surreptitiously taking several candid shots for a more extensive page on the company web site. Whether in the foreground or the background, Debbi seemed to feature somewhere in all the shots. "Right, let's get this show on the road then" shouted Simon finally.

It was probably deliberate that Debbi was the last to be installed on her jet ski, thus ensuring the maximum time for the others to study her exposure. Eventually, she was able to swing her machine out onto the lake and give herself something else to focus on, other than the disastrous turn her evening had taken. She had claimed that jet skiing was not her kind of thing but that had been to try to avoid having to spend her leisure time socialising with her team. In fact, Debbi had always been quite the girl racer. She felt the power of the engine under her and decided she might as well make the most of the situation and try to salvage something from it. She headed off in hectic pursuit of the rest of her team. Many of them were pottering about in a fairly sedate manner but others, led by the two most experienced guys Simon and Stew, were manoeuvring at high speed and performing all sorts of elaborate twists and turns. Debbi pointed her jet ski towards this group to join in.

She began to feel exhilarated with the wind rushing through her hair and the spray splashing against her skin and soaking her. Unfortunately for her, lingerie does not perform in the same way as swimwear when it becomes soaking wet. She remained totally unaware that her bra and panties were now almost totally see through ! The evening had been booked as two half hour sessions with a break to catch their breath and a barbecue at the end. The first session wound down at the sound of a siren and they all made their way back to the jetty.

Debbi still had a buzz on as she clambered off the jet ski, momentarily forgetting her lack of cover as she expressed her delight to Jeff, who had greeted them and listened to her enthusiastic chatter with a grin. "Glad you enjoyed it" he said. Everyone but Debbi quickly noticed the change wrought in her appearance by the soaking her underwear had taken. The small brown rock hard nipples. The tuft of black hair neatly shaved into a landing strip and the pronounced camel toe. It had been great before but now this was beyond brilliant ! Jeff knew that the photos he was now surreptitiously taking would be too risque to go on the main company web site with the earlier ones. But there would be nothing wrong with discreetly sharing them among the team and senior management tomorrow ! However, at this point, the oblivious Debbi was still in "making the best of a bad job mode" and chatting enthusiastically with the team, who for some reason all seemed anxious to be with her. Then she was among the first, with Simon and Stew, to clamber back onto her steed for the second session.

Debbi was trying to put her extreme embarrassment at being exposed like this in front of her team to one side for the present and enjoy the moment. Enjoy the exhilaration provided by the power and speed of the jet ski. She joined the circle of the most exuberant group headed by Simon and Stew and became ever more adventurous with her manoeuvres. This was to be her downfall however, as she was over ambitious trying to execute too tight a turn and crossing the wake of Simon's jet ski. Her own jet ski bucked and pitched alarmingly and she was catapulted through the air and into the chilly waters of the lake.

Severely winded but otherwise OK and with her adrenaline still pumping, Debbi was able to swim back towards her abandoned jet ski. The engine had cut off and it drifted there quietly, like an apologetic horse that had thrown its rider. The others had watched the crash and were cautiously making their way close to Debbi to make sure she was safe. She had begun to try to clamber aboard but was temporarily resting and recovering her breath, with one knee on the platform and the other leg still trailing in the water. "Whoo hoo. Starfish alert !" shouted Stew. Debbi heard much raucous laughter. She looked down. She was bottomless ! The force of her plunge into the lake had ripped her knickers clean off.

Mortified, she quickly tried to haul her other leg onto the platform but as she did so, her arms gave way beneath her in a delayed reaction to what had happened and she was left on her hands and knees, gasping for breath with her bum sticking up in the air and her little puckered ass-hole and pussy winking at her team ! After what seemed to her an age but was in reality maybe twenty to thirty seconds, she was able to regain a sitting position and a modicum of cover. "Are you OK Deb ?" called Simon belatedly. "I've lost my knickers" she wailed plaintively. "Yeah, so we all noticed !" laughed one of the girls. Debbi was still somewhat disoriented. "I'm going back in" she said. But it was almost time for the session to end anyway and so it was a convoy headed by Debbi that made its way back to the jetty.

Once again Jeff greeted them. Debbi was still in a slight daze. "I've lost my knickers" she repeated to him childishly. "Oh dear Deb, it's not your day is it ?" he said putting an arm around her. She made both a comical and a sexy sight standing there dripping and clad only in a sodden bra. "Get yourself dressed and then you can enjoy the barbecue." "Where's Carol ?" asked Debbi, gradually gathering her scattered wits. "She's got my car keys in her bag." "Carol ?" repeated Jeff. "She's gone, she left at the break when she got a call about some family business or something. I don't know if she plans to come back." "But how can I get my clothes ?" cried Debbi frantically.

The loss of her car keys coming on top of the shock of her dunking had thrown Debbi into a frenzy. She was pacing back and forth and round in circles, no longer having any regard to the fact that she was now naked apart from a soaked and tattered bra. "What can I do, what can I do ?" she kept asking rhetorically. Her team watched fascinated but bemused. Jeff discreetly took a few more photos to be added to the special file he was compiling for senior management but once he had taken advantage of that, he thought he should really to take her in hand and offer some assistance.

He put his arm around her. "Don't worry Deb. I'll drive you home now and we can arrange to pick up your car in the morning." "But my house keys are in the car too, I'm locked out !" she cried despairingly. "Ah, mmm, well, I see, yes that is a problem" mumbled Jeff in agreement. Debbi set off pacing once more. "What can I do ?" Despite some sympathy, her team were still having far too much fun with her predicament. She was not physically hurt in any way after all and it was delicious seeing her exposed and degraded like this. But there was one person with a small spark of gallantry. One of the guys from the jet ski hire company approached her carrying a white t-shirt with their company logo. "Here, it's not much but you can take this" he said to Debbi. She grabbed it hungrily. "Oh, that's so kind" she thanked him.

Turning her back on everyone, she took off the wretched bra and pulled on the t-shirt. In truth, and much to the delight and relief of everyone else, it barely covered her bum and pussy and it gripped tight around her tits. But for Debbi, for now, it served as a welcome comfort blanket. Jeff again made a suggestion. "I think the best thing we can do is to keep trying to contact Carol and either get her to come back, or someone can volunteer to go where she is and get your keys. In the meantime there's plenty of food and booze , let's all have fun with the barbecue !" This was enthusiastically agreed by all the team and Debbi saw little option but to go along with it. Her colleagues drifted away to change back from their wet suits into their everyday clothes, while Debbi could only hang around with Jeff and with just a flimsy t-shirt dividing her from total nudity !

Simon and Stew were 20 year old coders working for Debbi in their first job. They shared a small rented flat close to the office. Simon watched Debbi circulating awkwardly with her paper plate of sausage, coleslaw and roast potato. Trying to balance her plate and eat made it impossible to have any control over her skimpy t-shirt, which kept on riding up, with the result that her bum and pussy were more or less on permanent display, much to the amusement of the women and the delight of the men ! "It doesn't look like Jeff's having any luck with getting hold of Carol" said Simon. "Her phone probably needs recharging" agreed Stew. "Look, how about we volunteer to put Debbi up for the night on our couch, so she can relax now and get her keys in the morning ?" suggested Simon. "Sounds like a plan. But go through Jeff, it'll be more convincing if he backs the idea and presents us as knights in shining armour !" laughed Stew.

It so happened that Jeff was eager to get home to Audrey and the kids but was being delayed by his sense of responsibility for sorting out Debbi's problem. He was only too ready to jump on this solution and presented it to Debbi as a fait accompli. "Don't worry about being on time for work tomorrow Deb. The guys will see Carol in the office and get your keys back to you in the morning. and then one of them will run you back here to your car and you can take your time to sort yourself out. " "Er, thanks, Jeff, er I guess" said Debbi dubiously, not altogether happy with the idea but not wanting to give the impression that she might doubt the boys gentlemanly motives. She had to show trust in her team on a team building exercise after all !

Jeff swiftly departed and Simon guided Debbi back to the party standing around the barbecue. She felt even more out of place in just her t-shirt now that everyone else was dressed normally again in their office clothes. "Come on Deb" encouraged Simon. "You're not driving tonight now, so have a drink and drown your sorrows." Debbi offered a weak smile and accepted the proferred can. Simon pulled Stew to one side. "I've got some gear here to spike her drink with. Let's get her rat assed, there's no knowing what she'll do. This evening can get better yet !"

There had been several car shares to the lake so that there were other non-drivers and Debbi was not the only one drinking. But she was the only one being relentlessly plied. "I'll just have the one" she said to Simon, pouring lager from the can into her plastic beaker. But that one drink was never ending, since whenever her attention was diverted, Simon or Stew quickly topped up the contents of her beaker from other cans. When Debbi had gone to deposit her food plate in the trash, Simon spiked her drink with the gear he had and topped it up yet again. It was an escalating cycle, with each drink Debbi's attention became less focused and so it was easier to keep refilling her beaker.

The team all noticed that Debbi was taking less and less care of how she stood or sat despite her precarious t-shirt covering. There had certainly been a lot on display when she had been invited to dance energetically to the background soundtrack of house music ! The summer evening was beginning to merge into dusk and the hire company switched on the portable spot lighting that was all part of the barbecue package deal. It was that time when everyone was taking some time out to sit and chat and Debbi suddenly found there was not a spare seat.

"Sit on my lap Deb" suggested Simon. In her growing intoxication, Debbi was happy to do so and did not seem to notice that as she was in the act of sitting, Simon flipped her t-shirt up to her waist, leaving her bottom half completely bare ! Debbi nuzzled his neck. " You're my best and favourite coder" she cooed. Leading to shouts of "Hey, that's not fair. What about us ?" "Oh, you're all wonderful too, you know that. I love you all. I'm so lucky to have such a brilliant team !"

"Have another drink" said Stew. "I did say only one. But OK, another won't hurt" slurred Debbi, amid much laughter. Some of the team announced they wanted photos of Debbi after her proclamation of love for them all. They took shots of her happily ensconced on Simon's knee, flashing her gash and oblivious to what was on show ! Simon was hoping that any photos would not highlight his own growing arousal, which thankfully Debbi had also yet to register. After a few minutes of chat and even more lager, Debbi drunkenly called out "This is getting boring, we need to play a game. I'm brilliant at charades." Under normal circumstances, the thought of a game of charades would have been deeply underwhelming but given Debbi's current state, it was much more intriguing and people were happy to go along with it and see where it might lead !

Stew was delegated to come up with the titles to be acted out in charades once it had been decided that the category would be current TV series. There had been a recent update of the classic documentary series on the theory of evolution called The Naked Ape and Stew slotted that into fourth spot which would be Debbi's turn. She was bouncing up and down on Simon's lap, shouting out random answers to the first three participants as they mimed their titles. Her glass was still being regularly emptied and refilled. "My turn, Debbi's turn" she cried wildly as Stew slipped her the card. "That's a great one" she yelled as she looked at it.

Everyone was astonished as she bounded out beneath the spotlights, crossed her hands as she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, ripped it off over her head and flung it into the darkness ! She began crouching and cavorting around making gibbering noises. "Aah oo, oo, oo !" She continued, scratching under her arms as she danced and then sitting on her haunches and picking imaginary lice out of her hair. People had guessed the title being portrayed of course but they wanted to prolong this spectacle for the full three minutes allotted to each round and so they called out deliberately incorrect answers. There was loud and raucous laughter as Debbi danced and gibbered more and more frantically and as she shook her head in annoyance at each incorrect answer. Finally she jumped up onto the table, scattering cans and plastic cups as she pointed her bum at them ! "Time's up Deb" yelled Stew. She climbed down and stamped her feet petulantly. "What was it Deb ?" someone asked. " The Naked Ape" she cried. "Oh of course, we should have got that, it was brilliant Deb."

Simon came up and handed her the t-shirt. "Here, you'd better put this on" he said. Debbi took it and then hurled it even further out into the gathering darkness. "Euh, boring" she pouted and then took off running with her arms outstretched. "Free as a bird, Debbi's free as a bird" she shouted , looking up at the stars and beginning to spin in circles. She then broke free and headed to the lake. "Who's coming skinny dipping ?" she called. "Shit ! " said Simon. "She'll drown herself the state she's in" and he and Stew ran rapidly after her. They were able to catch her in time and corral her back towards the rest of the group but then she broke away running again. "Wheeee, Debbi's free as a bird !"

"You'd better get her home" said one of the women. "Yeah, it's about time to wind down here anyway. " "It's certainly been a memorable evening !" "And most of us have a few mementos too !" laughed various members of the team. "Come on Deb, we're taking you back to our place remember ?" coaxed Simon. "And we'll sort out your keys in the morning." She broke free again. "Debbi needs wee wee " she announced as she squatted ! "Oh god " cried Stew as he went to find a paper towel for her to wipe herself.

It was a bit like herding cats but finally Simon had managed to get Debbi as far as Stew's car. Debbi was still shouting. "Bye bye everyone. Good night, I love you all. See you in the morning." "You'd better sit with her in the back Si " said Stew. "We need to keep an eye on her the state she's in." Simon poured Debbi into the back seat and then climbed in alongside. "I don't have any clothes on" she giggled. "No Deb" replied Simon patiently. "It's so funny" she slurred. "Yes Deb" agreed Simon. She laid her head on his chest. "You're my most favourite coder."

It took a little under twenty minutes for Stew to drive back to their shared flat. He tried to park as close to the communal entrance as he could but at this time in the evening everyone was home and it was still quite a walk. By this time, Debbi had passed out and was sleeping soundly. Simon tried to wake her but it was proving impossible. "We'll have to carry her" said Stew. "It might be better anyway, at least she's not shouting." "I've got her under the arms, you take her legs" instructed Simon. "At least I've got the best view !" laughed Stew. Debbi had a trim petite frame but even so, in this state she was a dead weight and the two boys were puffing by the time they approached the entrance to the flats. "I bloody hope nobody's looking out of the window" said Stew. "Or taking the dog for a midnight walk" agreed Simon. Their luck held for the next few minutes it took to manhandle Debbi up a flight of stairs to the first floor flat and into the sanctuary of their living room.

They dumped her unceremoniously on the sofa. "Is she OK ?" asked Stew , a little concerned. "She's fine, her breathing's nice and steady, look at her chest." "That's no hardship !" laughed Stew. "With that stuff she took she'll be out until morning though. Now she's actually fallen asleep, it acts like a sedative" explained Simon. "No shagging tonight then" sighed Stew. "Did you really think there would be ?" "Nah, not really" grinned Stew. "Maybe a few photos with her though ? It'd be a pity not to !" "Open her legs then, I'll get my phone" agreed Simon.

Simon was right that Debbi did not wake but slept soundly on. After they had their fill of manipulating her recumbent form to take ever more extreme and revealing poses for them to photograph, with themselves next to her with approving grins on their faces, they made her as comfortable as they could on the sofa , brought her a pillow and covered her with a spare sheet. "She'll wake up with a sledgehammer in her head in the morning" said Simon sympathetically. "How much of the evening do you think she'll remember ?" asked Stew. "My guess is not a lot after her crash in the lake" replied Simon.

Debbi woke with a splitting headache and the taste of old socks in her mouth. She couldn't open her eyes yet, it was too painful. What day was it ? Why did she feel so awful ? She stretched lazily, arms coming clear of the sheet that covered her. Slowly she became aware of the low murmur of voices and the clinking of spoons on crockery. She lived alone, how come there were voices ? She forced her eyes open. The glare was unbearable but she saw enough to realise that she had no idea where she was. She looked across and saw two male figures seated at a breakfast bar. She willed her eyes to focus and then recognised two young guys who worked for her, Simon and Stew. "Good morning sleepy head, good to see you've returned to the land of the living" called Simon cheerfully. Debbi forced herself to sit up and rubbed her eyes. In doing so, the sheet fell away leaving her topless but she was still reluctant to keep her eyes open in the morning glare and was not registering much at all. Her mind was all confusion. "Why am I here ? What's happening?"

It was Simon who answered. "It was the team building evening last night remember ? We all went jet skiing ? You didn't hire a wet suit." Certain unwanted images began to infiltrate Debbi's consciousness. "Oh god, I had to do it in my bra and pants" she sighed. She finally opened her eyes again. She was topless ! Sitting chatting to two of her male colleagues while topless ! "Eek" she cried comically and belatedly clutched the sheet firmly about her. She peered beneath. Not only was she topless but she was naked ! "Where are my clothes ? Why am I here ?" she cried again. "Do you remember crashing in the lake ?" asked Stew. "And Carol having to leave early and accidentally going home with your car keys, so that all your stuff including your house keys was locked in the car ?" continued Simon. Debbi had to admit that she could remember none of that. "But why do I feel so awful ?" "Poor lamb" said Simon. "I'll get you an aspirin. You had rather a lot to drink I'm afraid, drowning your sorrows."

Realising that Debbi recalled absolutely nothing of the evening beyond the first break in jet skiing, the tale she was spun by Simon and Stew was that she was given a huge over sized t-shirt that rendered her perfectly respectable throughout the socialising but that unfortunately she had been sick on that in the car on the way home, hence she was now naked. "But you saw me naked" she wailed. "We kept the lights off and looked the other way as much as possible" lied Simon. Having bullshitted her about that, the boys had to turn their backs while she dressed in the t-shirt and jogging bottoms Stew loaned her, though a strategically placed mirror still enabled them to watch.

Showered and fed, Debbi began to feel more like herself. She realised there was a little embarrassment attached to last night but the team building seemed to have gone well and the boys had reassured her that nothing too outrageous had happened. Simon explained that Jeff had agreed she could take all the time she needed to sort herself out this morning. He would call in the office to get the keys from Carol and then drive her back to the lake to collect the car. "I'm so sorry I was not sufficiently grateful to you when I woke up, after you have both been such perfect gentlemen and taken so much trouble for me" said Debbi. " But my mind was a complete blank about what had happened and still is ! Thank you both so much" She kissed them both on the cheek. "It was no trouble at all honestly Deb, it was our pleasure !"

Debbi and the hypnotist

Stew had told the team back in the office that Debbi remembered nothing of last night after the first interval in the jet ski sessions. He also explained the tale they had spun her regarding the inoffensive nature of the rest of the evening. Everyone agreed to keep quiet in her presence about the subsequent revealing and riotous events. Carol was fuming. She was glad to have inadvertently contributed to the fun by making off with Debbi's car keys but was angry and resentful to have missed out on all the later shenanigans. Looking at the various photos others had taken was all very well but did not make up for missing out on the real thing.

It was one thirty by the time Debbi finally made it into the office. She had collected her car with Simon's help , returned the borrowed t-shirt and joggers and gone home to freshen up again, apply her makeup and dress in a clean outfit. She had written off the lost underwear from yesterday. As she entered the office, a loud cheer went up. Debbi gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry I'm late everyone. I hope you've all been working hard without me." She went straight into Jeff's office, intending to book half a day from her annual leave to make up for the lost time. Jeff shrugged this off. "Don't worry about it Deb. Last night's team building was a great success, couldn't have been better. I'm already seeing a big morale boost amongst the team." Debbi was pleased. "And most of that's down to your whole hearted participation." She blushed. "I've already posted on the company social media page" he continued, turning his screen to Debbi. There she was in the front of the group photo, leading her team and smiling broadly in her bra and pants. Her blush increased but she took comfort that it was not that explicit a shot and it could almost pass for a bikini. "There's lots of favourable comments and shares already, I'll probably post a few more of the candid pics I shot" he carried on enthusiastically.

There were many layers to the pictorial record of Debbi's exploits last night. There were the tame but still titillating underwear shots that would make it onto the company social media. There were the NSFW shots Jeff had taken and shared with the board of directors that depicted Debbi in soaked bra and knickers and also her later bottomless debacle. Then there were the later photos taken by various members of the team after Jeff had gone and she became more and more drunk, culminating in the naked ape. Lastly, there were Simon and Stew's pic from the flat, which they had yet to decide if they would ever share. Debbi was oblivious to all but the first of these layers.

"I'm pleased everyone seems so happy" she said. "Now we have to build on all this positivity" answered Jeff. "We can't wait a year for another team social evening. The boys organised the jet skiing, so maybe to be fair you can ask Carol to organise something for a month or so's time ?" "Er, yeah, fine. I'll ask her" said Debbi.

Socialising with the team wasn't really Debbi's thing. But she had managed to negotiate her way through last night with only a slight embarrassment in the end, or so she thought ! And she was happy to bask in the kudos she seemed to be getting from Jeff regarding the success of the evening. Plus, she could see that high team morale would help things run more smoothly and efficiently, hopefully leading to yet more kudos. So she was happy to approach Carol and task her with organising a follow up event. Carol's immediate reaction was that this was a heaven sent opportunity to make up for the disappointment of missing most of last night's fun. But what sort of event to organise, that was the question.

It was Jeff who indirectly set the chain of events in motion. Firstly, he told Carol that he had managed to secure a budget from company finance to fund some small entertainment. Then when the date for the function was announced, he said he would unfortunately be away on business and unable to attend. Which left the field wide open for Carol to plan mischief without any management restraint. Other than Debbi, of course, but Debbi was going to be the fall girl in this plan if it all came together.

Carol had remembered a wild hen night she had attended a couple of years ago and the risque stage hypnotist show that had featured. She still had the guy's card and gave him a call. He was available that night. Carol then danced around the question of could he do a special show if they had a whip around to collect a little extra cash in addition to his fee ? The hypnotist Andy tired of this and said "Look, just tell me exactly what you ideally want and I'll tell you if I can do it."

"Well as I said, I saw your regular show and it was terrific" Carol began. "If you could do that as normal, it'd be great, if anything maybe tone it down a little. Which would then mean we could get our boss to come up as the last volunteer, all trusting and unsuspecting." "And then ?" asked Andy, wanting Carol to spell it out. "And then you do a number on her" she answered. "Maybe get her to strip and cavort around ?" "And what's this boss like ?" "A 26 year old hot chick but can be a bit of a pain" answered Carol. "Tell you what" said Andy. "I don't have anything against that ethically. Damn, I don't have any ethics ! But I can't promise, it would all depend on how good a subject this boss is. You know how in the shows we always seem to keep going back to the same people ? That's because we have to work with the one's who are most receptive. You have to hope your boss is one of those." "I see" said Carol, slightly disappointed. "If it works pay me the extra, if not just my usual fee. I'll prepare a wild routine that you'll love in the event that we get lucky and she is a good subject !" said Andy.

Carol had done all she could. Whether or not Debbi proved to be the perfect susceptible hypnotic subject was outside her control. She told the rest of the team the plan when she held the collection for Andy the hypnotist's extra fee. But she also mentioned the caveat that Debbi's participation could not be guaranteed and said they would use the collection money on booze if that part of the plan was a disappointment. Carol had given Andy more background information on Debbi, including about the drunken antics she could not remember from the event at the lake. Of course, Carol was unaware that the boys had also spiked Debbi's drink on that occasion but Andy was encouraged. He said an inability to hold their drink was often a sign of a receptive hypnotic subject.

Carol had hired a private function room upstairs at their local pub. This ensured privacy and the freedom for Andy to indulge in a full blown adult show. He imposed a strict no photography rule at his shows but had brought along a friend who was a professional movie cameraman. Andy told Carol that if the footage was worth it, he would upload it to a password protected area of his website and let her have the password to distribute as she thought fit ! The team gathered downstairs in the pub for drinks prior to the show. Debbi was sticking strictly to fruit juice, the hangover she had suffered after the jet skiing had put her off alcohol altogether for the time being. She was nevertheless feeling relaxed and mellow, the only blot on her landscape was running into Jackie and Sarah, two bitchy rivals of hers from a few years ago in business college. Carol quickly discerned the undercurrent of animosity there and quietly invited the two young women to join them upstairs for the hypnotist show. "If we're lucky, you may find it very interesting !" Since the ten strong team plus Debbi made for quite a small select audience, Carol also invited a bunch of guys who had just finished rugby practice to come up and enjoy the show.

Debbi had already determined that she was not going to get up on stage. She enjoyed the routines. Andy had an amusing practised patter. People shot up comically from the chairs on stage having been convinced they were red hot. Some sat up and begged like dogs. Poor Stew was making out with a tatty blow up doll. And Carol and Sandra, another middle aged woman from the team, were kicking their legs in a can can routine and even giving a brief flash of their knickers ! It was naughty but fun and Debbi was laughing along with the others in the audience. After an hour of this, Andy announced that he needed a final volunteer for the climax of the show. He scanned the audience who broke into a chant of "Deb - bi, Deb - bi, Deb - bi " enthusiastically led by Carol, Jackie and Sarah.

After a show of reluctance, Debbi succumbed to the pressure. She had seem the show thus far and it was not too bad, nobody had embarrassed themselves that much. "Alright, alright, I'll come on up" she said to the cheering crowd. "You're very welcome boss lady" said Andy, appraising her carefully. "You're not going to make me flash my knickers are you ?" she joked, referring to Carol's can can. Andy's professional assessment had already shown him that as a subject, Debbi would be very receptive indeed. "No need to worry Debbi, nobody will be looking at your knickers !" He seated her in the chair and made a quick thumbs up gesture to Carol who made herself comfortable to watch the fun unfold !

Andy sat Debbi on a chair on the stage and told her to relax, as she joked with some of her team, saying that she had vowed not to get up here. He had already begun his induction with his voice and eyes and when he softly touched her neck and said "sleep", her head instantly slumped. She would be his to do with as he pleased now for the duration. He addressed his audience. "I hear that some of you are hoping that we might have a little fun with Debbi ?" This was loudly affirmed. "Well, I do specialise in an adult show" he continued. "But first I need a little guidance from you. Do you want some mild titillation or do you want me to go all the way ?" A chant similar to that which had encouraged Debbi to get up on stage in the first place broke out. "All the way, all the way, all the way !" Andy held up a hand. "I think that's pretty unanimous" he joked. "Poor Debbi ! Everyone say aah, poor Debbi." Laughingly, the crowd played along.

"We have plenty of time, no need to rush" said Andy. "Let's get her a little more comfortable first." He began to address her. "Debbi, you have just got home and it's a baking hot summer's day and all you can think of is taking off that heavy sweatshirt to cool off." Debbi immediately crossed her arms and lifted the sweatshirt over her head before tossing it aside. She had decided to wear a bra that evening, which might not have been the case had it not been work colleagues she was socialising with. But it was a sheer lightweight bra through which her nipples were clearly visible. The audience was already delighted but sensed this would only be the start. Andy was going for a fairly slow burn however. "That's so much better Debbi isn't it ?" She nodded. "You're safe and happy at home, work's over for the day. You feel like dancing and singing. Get up and sing your favourite song Debbi." Sadly, Debbi did not possess a great singing voice and her dance moves were on the clumsy side, which made her performance of "I Will Survive" prancing around in her bra and jeans comedy gold !

All of the audience were getting into the show and anticipating what might yet come but Carol was especially gratified that it looked like her plan was working. While Jackie and Sarah were happy beyond their wildest dreams that they had chosen this evening to visit this pub. Andy placed Debbi back into sleep mode before addressing her once again. "Tell me Debbi, who is the most fanciable member of your team ?" "Simon" answered Debbi unhesitatingly. Simon reddened and the 20 year old was instantly subjected to much mickey taking. "OK Debbi, so what I now want you to do is to find Simon, thank him for all his hard work and give him a great big passionate kiss !" Gales of laughter from the crowd. Debbi homed in zombie like on Simon. "Thank you so much for all you do for me and the team" she said and, clasping his neck, began to give him a deep and prolonged kiss on the lips. The crowd began counting very slowly while the kiss continued and had reached twenty when Andy instructed Debbi to return to the stage and put her to sleep once more.

"Anybody think she's still a little over dressed ?" Andy asked his eager audience with predictable results. "So Debbi. This evening just keeps getting hotter and hotter. Those tight constricting jeans are getting so uncomfortable and you'll feel so much better if you take them off." Debbi slowly got up, unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off. The overjoyed and increasingly rowdy audience now had her standing before them in just a matching sheer black bra and black lace knickers !

Andy gave the audience a few moments to appreciate their view of Debbi fully revealed in her underwear before sitting her on the chair again in full sleep mode. His soothing voice began to purr once more. "Debbi, you're on holiday on the beach somewhere in the Mediterranean. The sun is beating down, it's total bliss. You are completely chilled. You're not shy, you always sunbathe topless when you're on holiday don't you Debbi ?" She casually reached behind her to unclasp her bra and dropped it on the floor. Some in the audience had seen her perky tits before on the infamous jet skiing evening but plenty had not and they were loving this development. It was also safe to say that the novelty had far from worn off either for those to whom this was a reprise.

Andy continued. "There's a girl on the beach selling beautiful refreshing fruit and she needs your help Debbi to get around to everyone. Your naturally friendly nature is only too happy to help. You have a basket of ripe juicy melons. I want you to go and offer your melons to everyone. Tell them how firm and juicy they are and invite them to squeeze them !" Debbi wandered languidly down into the audience , coming first to the rugby players. "Would you like to squeeze my firm, juicy melons ?" Willing hands began to pull and knead her tits while everyone else collapsed in laughter and wondered if they would all get a turn ! Debbi continued her slow circuit offering her melons for close inspection. The audience was about thirty strong so Andy called from the stage. "Be gentle, we don't want her melons all bruised when she finally wakes up." Even the women from the team, and especially her enemies Jackie and Sarah, enjoyed a good grope. This went on for some time. "Well done Debbi, you've sold all the melons in your basket. You can come back here now."

"It's such a bummer we can't take any photos" complained Jackie to Carol. "See that guy with the video camera ?" answered Carol. Jackie hadn't even noticed a guy unobtrusively filming. "He's a professional cinematographer, a friend of Andy's. Andy's going to upload the footage to a private website. Give me your contact details and I'll email you the password !" Andy had wheeled a trolley onstage from the kitchen in the pub and was explaining to Debbi, who was back in sleep mode, that it was a sun bed on the beach. Debbi clambered on top. "The sun's really hot now Debbi and we need plenty of high factor sun screen." Debbi began sensually massaging imaginary sun screen onto her shoulders, arms, breasts, belly and legs as the engrossed and delighted audience watched. Andy gave this time to unfold before asking Stew to come up on stage. "We need a kind young gentleman to apply the lotion to your back Debbi." She rolled somewhat precariously onto her stomach on the trolley and a lucky Stew was invited to massage her back, around her knicker clad buttocks and all the way down her shapely legs before departing the stage to warm applause.

Andy put Debbi back into sleep mode while she was still lying face down on the trolley in just her knickers. He addressed the crowd. "Is everybody having a good time ?" Loud affirmation. "Is everybody glad they came tonight ?" More cheering."Well, that's just great" he continued. "You'll be pleased to know there's a lot more fun to be had with our star Debbi yet this evening. Is that OK with you ?" Wild cheers."But before I forget, a couple of requests for when we do finally finish with her tonight. Do not let on to her what she has been doing. I can not stress that enough, please take that on board. I'll finish by implanting an idea for her to get dressed and I'll tell her about a few innocent stunts she'll think she remembers taking part in. All this actual stuff'll be locked out of her memory. I hope I can rely on your discretion ?" Murmurs of assent from the crowd. "OK, lecture over. Who wants to see Debbi naked ?" Loudest cheer yet !

Andy spoke softly to his sleeping subject once more. "Debbi, I hear tell that you are superb at the game of charades." Those in the know in the audience were already laughing, sensing what was to come. "I want you to enact the subject that I will give you but nobody will guess the right answer and you will get more and more infuriated and ever more wild and frantic in trying to act the part until I tell you to stop. You can go anywhere and use anything in the room but you must not leave the room. Do you understand ?" Debbi nodded, rising from her prone position. "Debbi, I want you to enact the Naked Ape !"

Immediately, all hell broke loose. Debbi jumped off of the trolley, ripped off her knickers and began to cavort around completely naked. Those who had been at the lake that evening noted the absence of Debbi's landing strip, since she had recently decided to adopt a fully shaven look. Her routine was similar to that at the lake but with the hypnosis removing all remaining inhibitions, the level was ratcheted up to eleven ! She capered, she crouched, she scratched, she gibbered. She began to circle the room, knuckles scraping on the floor and bottom sticking up. She poked and prodded countless members of the audience and shook her bum in their faces. Whereas at the lake there had been the three minute time limit for people to guess the answer, here Andy allowed things to run on and on.

Debbi began to stamp her feet, furious that nobody had the answer. She leapt up onto the trolley, somehow kept her balance and stood jumping and gibbering. Still there was no correct answer. She began performing forward rolls across the stage and then spotted some lighting scaffolding the pub used for music gigs and she climbed up that and began swinging from the top. The audience was by now literally rolling about with uncontrollable laughter but with the naked Debbi now swinging from scaffolding, the cool head of Andy was thinking this part of the show was getting slightly out of hand. "I know what it is, it's the Naked Ape !" he called. A delighted Debbi clambered down from her perch and hugged him. "Sleep" said Andy.

Andy addressed the sleeping Debbi again. "Debbi, after all that activity you need a nice refreshing shower. The shower is here right at the front of the stage and you have all the gel and things you need." Debbi strolled to the front of the stage and in her trance like state visualised all the comforts of her bathroom at home. The audience laughed as she began to sing softly and caress her body as if there was real water and real soap. She massaged her breasts, balanced as she ran her hands along the length of each leg, turned as if catching the spray and separated her buttocks to wash in between. She even mimed retouching her newly shaven mound and pussy with an invisible razor ! The spectacle was funny but erotic at the same time and the atmosphere in the room was electric.

Andy continued talking to her. "You can now dry off Debbi", which led to more energetic miming before he implanted the next thought. "You've enjoyed a wonderful invigorating shower Debbi and now you are going to rest and chill on your comfortable bed here." He indicated the trolley which he had wheeled to the front of the stage facing the audience. "You're all alone in your bedroom and you feel totally relaxed and sexy after that lovely shower. So sexy, so on edge. It's OK, you're all alone and in private and can indulge yourself in whatever way you want !"

The audience watched, entranced and astonished and not quite able to believe their eyes or luck, as Debbi slowly parted her legs and felt for her clit. She began slowly to massage, to pull and to rub, giving little moans of pleasure. Gradually the speed increased and the little yelps rose in pitch. Debbi's fingers found her slit and began to venture inside. Time seemed to stand still and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife as the crowd held their breath watching Debbi perform this most intimate of acts. When Andy had earlier been down to the pub kitchen to borrow the trolley, he had also asked for a cucumber which he now casually laid on the side of Debbi's "bed". It did not take long for her hungry fingers to find it and the incredulity of the audience increased as she introduced the tip to the edge of her slit and bit by bit, began to take more of its' length. It took several minutes for Debbi to obtain full satisfaction but finally she let out a loud groan and collapsed back onto the trolley breathing heavily with the cucumber still deep inside her ! The audience were completely transfixed by what they had witnessed. Andy remained casual as he left a box of tissues on the trolley where the cucumber had been. He waited while Debbi recovered and made use of these, before he once more put her to sleep for what would be almost the final time, since he could not top that !

He cleared the debris from the stage as he talked to Debbi. "You've just had a phone call and now have to go out, so you need to get dressed again." Debbi jumped briskly down from the trolley and matter of factly began to put on her clothes. Once she was fully dressed, Andy said "sleep" for what was definitely the last time and he gave her the suggestion that she had clucked like a chicken and sung a little karaoke and gosh, wasn't that embarrassing but no worse than anyone else had done earlier in the show. He then counted her back up from ten and back into full consciousness. "Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause please for Debbi !" She smiled sheepishly. "There, that wasn't so bad was it ?" asked Andy. "Just a little embarrassing" giggled Debbi nervously. "Let's have another big hand for a great sport" concluded Andy. Debbi thought the level of acclaim a bit over the top for what she had been doing but then realised it was the end of the show and they were in fact applauding Andy for the entire evening !

Debbi joined Carol, Jackie and Sarah. "I think everyone had a good time ?" she asked. "Oh, I think you can safely say that !" laughed Carol ambiguously. "And all thanks to you" agreed Jackie and Sarah. "Oh no, I didn't do anything. Carol was the organiser" said Debbi, misunderstanding the hidden meaning as the girls laughed. "You go and get a drink Deb, I just have to go and check with Andy" said Carol.

Carol handed over the special extra payment to Andy. "Was that OK ?" he asked. "OK ?" replied Carol. "Man, it was off the scale, way beyond my wildest expectations !" "Glad you liked it. The audience seemed to be well into it too ?" continued Andy. ""In seventh heaven if you ask me" laughed Carol. "Even those who don't know her but for those who do, it was stupendous !" "I have to admit, I haven't had as much fun with a show for ages. I hardly ever get such carte blanche to totally push the boundaries as far as I want, to go to the absolute limit like that. And she's such a cute victim too !" "Yeah, that's what most of the guys think" pouted Carol.

The cinematographer Chaz came up. "How's the footage looking ?" asked Andy. "I'm pretty confident I can edit together a really professional movie in a couple of days" Chaz replied. " The stuff I've got on my hand held here is pretty good on its' own, I've just been reviewing it. I got some choice close ups with the zoom on the ape and cucumber sketches ! But then there're the three static cams I've had around the stage, that'll give a good variety of angles I can add in and select the best views." "Sounds good" said Andy. "Carol, this is Chaz. He's normally working for some major studio on a big budget feature but we go way back and he's always up for a bit of fun. "Our Debbi will get movie star attention from me" promised Chaz. "Porn star more like !" laughed Andy.

"I really wish we could have come up with even more extra cash" said Carol. "It so exceeded my expectations." "Thanks, but don't worry" said Andy. "If Chaz's footage is anything like what I'm sure it will be, then I'll make an absolute killing on the web site. We'll post a few stills and a short teaser and charge a nominal fee. Say two dollars, something the punters won't miss or give a second thought to paying. But those thousands, and I do mean thousands, of two dollars soon mount up !" "So Debbi will be spread far and wide ?" grinned Carol. "The far east especially" said Andy enthusiastically. "They go wild for English girls in India, China and Japan and those are the burgeoning markets !" "But you're going to let me have the password anyway once it's set up ?" asked Carol. "Absolutely" confirmed Andy.

Debbi was still keeping strictly to fruit juice , not wanting another hangover. But she was loving being the centre of attention from the rugby players around the bar, as well as exchanging a few words with her team. She was happy to be able to get away from her enemies Jackie and Sarah. They would normally have been jealous but this evening could bask in the secret knowledge of what they had just witnessed. And they were armed with Carol's email address which they hoped might be sending good news about a certain password in a couple of days !

Everyone wanted to congratulate Carol back in the office on Monday morning. There were, of course, two levels to these congratulations. Debbi was pleased that team morale still seemed to be high and Jeff had been told the evening was a great success and was also happy. The team, however, wanted to thank her for what had really gone down and for the sensational entertainment. The guys were just overwhelmed to see their sexy boss stripped and paraded, while the women took bitchy delight in seeing her knocked off her pedestal and ridiculed. Debbi remained totally unaware of all that had transpired, which some of the women thought was a pity since they would have gloried in her mortification. But everyone recognised the good sense and necessity of keeping things as they were. It would be a secret pleasure for them all whenever Debbi was in full on "boss" mode !

It was mid afternoon when Carol received a phone call from Andy the hypnotist. "It's just gone live. Chaz worked on it most of the weekend and I don't think you'll be disappointed. Wait until you get home though, it's definitely one that's not safe for work !" He gave her the password to the restricted pay site. Carol fired up her laptop as soon as she got home. She knew Andy's site from when she had been researching and had initially booked him, so she quickly found the new section. On the publicly accessible part of the site were a couple of stills of Debbi with her face pixellated out. And a twenty second teaser video of back views and close ups of her tits which didn't identify her. Carol eagerly entered the password and confirmed that she was over eighteen, for what that was worth. The video began to play. No pixellation here !

She was astounded and once more impressed by the quality and standards of Andy's operation. Chaz's expertise and professionalism had not been exaggerated. This was no fuzzy, out of focus and shaky phone cam effort but a high definition, rock solid and crystal clear movie shoot. Merges and cuts between the various cameras were seamlessly done and there was no extraneous background hum to the sound. As Carol absorbed this quality and began to relive the show, she could again appreciate Andy's masterly pacing and how he judged the escalation of Debbi's exposure and antics. And she could see so much more detail than she had in real life with the close up zooms and different angles. She was not into girls in any way but could see how this would play with guys and be much appreciated by them. Things that had almost been throwaways at the time, like Debbi the naked ape doing forward rolls, now became intimate displays ! And as for that cucumber !!!

Carol checked the counter on Andy's site. It had only been up four hours and there were several thousand views already. Andy was right about making a killing ! His was not a porn site but he had posted the teaser video and link to several such. Carol decided to sleep on the question of how wide a distribution she would give to the free password. But she knew she had to phone Debbi's old rival Jackie, with whom she had struck up a rapport. "The video is out of this world, you are just gonna love it" she said when Jackie answered. "I know you'll pass on the details to Sarah but of course I rely on your discretion." They both laughed. "Oh yeah, the password. It's "debbibare". All one word, all lower case. That's Debbi without an "E" and bare as in no clothes on, not a furry animal !" They enjoyed the joke of Debbi's catch phrase, without an "E".

Debbi in Ayia Napa

The company had a new contract to provide software for a package holiday firm, who had offered a free long weekend break for two employees on the signing of the deal. Jeff decided to donate these to Debbi and Carol in thanks for their recent team building efforts. Debbi insisted that the success of these events was not due to any work on her part but Carol told her she was in fact instrumental to their success and deserved the break. "The tickets are both 'plus one', so you can take a guest along too" said Jeff. "Where are they to ?" asked Debbi. "Cyprus" answered Jeff. "Cyprus ? A bit of a trek for a long weekend isn't it ?" wondered Debbi. "I can spare you both for a Friday and Monday, so you'll have Friday night and all day Saturday and Sunday before heading back Monday." "I suppose that's reasonable" Debbi agreed.

Debbi was between men and Carol did not fancy taking her husband. "Let's make it a girlie weekend" suggested Carol. "Sounds good to me" said Debbi. "I'll let you choose." Later that day, Debbi regretted that decision, being less than enamoured with Carol's choice. "I thought Jackie and Sarah were your friends and you'd enjoy having company your own age as well as an oldie like me" Carol said disingenuously. "Friends ? We hate each other" complained Debbi. "Oh, I'm sure you're exaggerating. They were very complimentary about you at that hypnotist evening when I chatted with them. Anyway, a holiday's different, it'll be a great bonding opportunity !" "I guess" said Debbi dubiously. "And you're not an oldie" she told her 38 year old assistant affectionately.

In fact, it had been Carol who had been bonding with Jackie and Sarah since that evening at the pub and the subsequent sharing of the secret password for Andy the hypnotist's site. They were drawn together by a mutual antipathy towards Debbi that had its' roots in jealousy of her looks and success. They had all delighted in discretely sharing around the password for the Debbi video among interested parties and they could now all see the great possibilities for further mischief at her expense during a weekend in Ayia Napa. Which was a not unappealing prospect on its' own, even without the thought of torment for Debbi !

A couple of weeks later on the Friday, Debbi got up at stupid o'clock for the drive to Gatwick airport to catch the early flight. It would be worth it, since they would then get a full Friday evening in Ayia Napa. She was travelling light, it was only a long weekend and if she became in desperate need of anything else, she could buy it there. She had packed flip flops for the beach but was travelling in heels, which wasn't ideal but she thought she would need them for the evening night life. Otherwise, she had a light cream jacket over crisp white t-shirt and knee length khaki skirt. Carol had made a big thing of telling Debbi all about the latest travel advice she had apparently read in a women's magazine. She claimed this article stated that, in order to reduce the risk of thrombosis on long and medium haul flights, it was best for women not to wear any underwear for the journey. Debbi had taken that fictional advice to heart !

Debbi always thought she got on well with Carol and was blithely unaware of the underlying resentment toward her that her older assistant harboured. So she greeted her warmly as she picked her up for the early morning drive to the airport. They were car sharing. Debbi was less pleased to see Jackie and Sarah when they arrived but for the sake of being civilised, they all adopted a demeanour of false bonhomie. All four were dressed casually for the flight, though Debbi was the only one teetering on uncomfortable heels. That was because she was the only one travelling light. The others had luggage as if they were going away for a month and thus had ample room to pack as many shoes as they liked.

Debbi was also the only one not wearing any underwear. "Did you follow that magazine advice ?" Carol asked her in the car, explaining that she could not do so herself since her 38 year old breasts were too heavy to go without a bra. "Yes" said Debbi. "I don't really need a bra much anyway but it's a bit strange going commando ! This skirt's safe enough though." She regarded the khaki skirt which had not ridden up too much even as she was driving.

They were pleased that the flight took off on time at seven thirty in the morning for the four hour flight. Cyprus was only two hours ahead of London so they would arrive at one thirty in the afternoon local time and still have plenty of Friday left to enjoy. The holiday company providing the freebie had also thrown in complimentary drinks throughout the flight. "I can't drink alcohol at seven thirty in the morning" protested Debbi, while at the same time quaffing her cheap champagne ! She hadn't intended to drink but , hey, she needed this little holiday and a few drinks might help her put up with Jackie and Sarah. The other three were pacing themselves better and looked on with amusement.

The plane landed on time. Debbi had rested her feet from the dreaded heels during the flight and struggled to force them back on her slightly swollen feet. This, combined with the amount of alcohol she had consumed on a fairly empty stomach, caused Debbi to nearly trip more than once as they made their way from the plane. Her slightly wobbly state was noticed by Jackie and Sarah among others and they loudly chastised her as a lush and warned others to steer clear. "Look out, she's really drunk !" Debbi only had her carry on case and bag but the other three would have to wait at baggage reclaim. Debbi told them that she would go through customs and wait for them on the other side but in fact, she was about to provide some unexpected entertainment for them and for most of the other passengers from the plane !

Debbi was about to head through customs while the other three waited by the baggage carousel, when a shaven headed official in an imposing uniform appeared before her. He asked her abruptly to step out of the queue, to the amusement of her travelling companions. Debbi wasn't sure what was happening, something certainly not helped by the amount of alcohol in her system. The guard led her over to a series of nearby control stations populated by busy officials and a couple of concerned looking passengers. "What's happening ?" Debbi asked, her speech slightly slurred. "Madam please wait here quietly" said the guard. "You have been selected for a random search." Debbi groaned. She knew she had nothing incriminating on her but this was unwelcome nonetheless. It was somewhat inevitable that the attractive but clearly intoxicated woman would be targeted to help fulfil the daily quota of searches. There was little she could do but look over enviously at her waiting companions.

Another official called over in Greek and the guard guided Debbi over to a small steel desk hidden behind a rickety divider screen. Debbi was ordered to take a seat and watched as the new official, an overweight Cypriot woman, snapped a pair of plastic gloves on her hands and picked up a clipboard. Debbi was then asked all manner of absurdly severe sounding questions by the woman, ranging from any prior links to terrorism to whether she had any convictions for drug offences. Each question was barked at Debbi, the woman, clearly irritated by Debbi's constant requests for them to be repeated. Debbi wasn't trying to be difficult but the combination of the woman's accent and Debbi's drink befuddled brain was not helpful. They somehow made it through the questions before the woman further dampened Debbi's holiday buzz by ordering her to begin removing her clothes ! Debbi grimaced but through her alcohol induced fog, thought it best to get this unpleasantness over. She thought it embarrassing that she wasn't wearing any underwear but at least that would be two less items to take off !

Debbi stood up and found that she was still a little unsteady on her feet. She began taking off her top and staggered about as she did so, wandering beyond the boundary of the divider screen and into the clear view of anyone queuing at customs and reclaim. By the time Debbi had slid her top over her head and begun working on her skirt, dozens of peopled were gawping at her. There were more than a few sniggers and several phones appeared to record the spectacle. It was clear from Debbi's difficulty in undressing that she was a little drunk, something that made the performance all the funnier to the onlookers. Debbi remained oblivious as she trotted about in her heels , sliding the skirt from her frame to reveal her legs. The woman official watched dumbfounded before finally indicating that she also had to remove her shoes, something which would have made the whole exercise a lot simpler if she had done it first ! Debbi now did so, handing them over and standing a little flustered as the woman placed her clothing in a tray. This was passed to another female official as the woman grabbed a torch and beckoned Debbi over to the table. Debbi disappeared back behind the divider, something that elicited sounds of disappointment from her unintended audience ! She was still completely oblivious to this, her mind focused on the large woman demanding she bend over the table.

Confused, scared and sloshing with booze, she did as she was told. She heard the official moving behind her before feeling gloved fingers pulling at the cheeks of her bottom. Debbi blushed with embarrassment as she felt her ass-hole exposed and heard the click of a torch. The woman poked at the outside of her anus for a while before releasing her grip and then repeating the procedure , this time prising Debbi's pussy lips apart, inserting two fingers and again shining the torch. After what seemed like an eternity, the torch switched off. Debbi felt utterly humiliated as she stood naked while the official sat and scribbled a few notes on her paperwork. She handed Debbi a form to sign as the other official returned with her tray of possessions.

Debbi didn't bother to read the paperwork. She was desperate to be out of here and back with her companions, plus she was still too intoxicated to read the legalese. She scrawled her signature and eagerly accepted her clothing. She dressed as quickly as she could which, thanks to her panic and the amount of alcohol she had consumed, was not that quick. With her outfit back on, albeit a little scruffier than before and with a less than immaculate hairdo, the official pointed her towards an exit.

Debbi wandered out into the exit terminal, nursing her wounded dignity. Her driving impulse right now was to find the others and to make sure she was not alone here. She ran about as fast as her heels would allow which, as it turned out, wasn't very fast at all. Fortunately, the obvious spectacle she was making of herself drew the attention of Carol, Jackie and Sarah who were drinking coffee in a bar. "What happened to you then ?" asked Carol, though she knew full well. "Did you get lost ?" "I. uh, I got pulled out of the queue for a random search" said Debbi blushing. "Oh my god, of course you did. Did they look up your fanny ?" exclaimed Jackie. Debbi's deepening blush gave them their answer.

They were still in time to catch the arranged transfer to the hotel. Debbi did not understand the amused looks she seemed to be getting from all the other passengers on the coach, unaware that they had seen her tottering beyond the screen in a state of undress that some of them even had on film ! Checking in at the hotel went smoothly and they were impressed by their rooms. Debbi was sharing with Carol, while Jackie and Sarah had another room. All four agreed to catch up on a little sleep for a couple of hours before hitting the Friday night life. Debbi had not packed any bras but was happy to slip on her thong knickers for the evening having gone commando for the flight.

The night life wasn't her priority for this weekend, she mainly wanted some sun for the next two days. And so she just wore a simple little black dress with spaghetti straps and modest neckline but quite short. The other three in contrast were dressed to the nines, Carol attempting to recapture her lost youth and Jackie and Sarah wanting to flaunt their relative affluence. Despite this, they were irritated to see that it was Debbi getting all the male attention in the first bar they hit, even if it was only from a gang of 18 year olds from Manchester on their first venture abroad by themselves. Debbi was amused by the attention. Like the nightlife, male company was not her priority this weekend but their boisterous high spirits were funny and she wasn't going to act all aloof and frosty with them.

The five boys hung on as the women cruised another couple of bars. Carol, Jackie and Sarah were searching for more mature male company but were finding to their disappointment that the Ayia Napa strip was not the best place to find that. The third bar came with the added attraction of a mechanical bull. "No way" protested Debbi to the inevitable pressure from the Manchester lads for her to give it a try. Sensing an opportunity, Carol and the others joined in the encouragement. Debbi had sobered up from the flight but had since had her alcohol content topped up. Sod it, I'm on holiday, she thought and so found herself guided over to the operator, to cheers from the boys and from others who saw that an attractive young woman in a short dress was going to try out the machine !

She slipped her shoes off and was helped up onto the bull by the operator, already flashing her red knickers. She wasn't really bothered by the flesh she might show, anyone could see as much of her on the beach tomorrow. But she nevertheless attempted to tuck the short black dress underneath her to provide some modesty. That precaution was short lived, however, as the bull began to spin and buck. She needed one hand on the grip and the other above her head to have any chance of keeping her balance and the hem of the dress soon flipped free. She was pitched forward and her bare thong clad bum put on display to the accompaniment of the predictable cheers and filming, not least from Carol and Jackie. The women had agreed on the plane , no photos and what happens in Ayia Napa stays in Ayia Napa ! But Carol and Jackie had no intention of keeping to that where Debbi was concerned, as events at the airport had already shown.

The bull circled, displaying Debbi's bum to all corners of the bar. She tried to pull herself upright again which encouraged the operator to increase the bucking, causing her left tit to break free from her bodice. She had no way of tucking that back inside her dress either as the operator continued to rotate the bull, giving everyone a fair share of the view. Finally, one fierce jolt caused Debbi to fall off in an ungainly heap, dress up around her waist. She clambered to her feet, adjusting her dress and laughing. "That was fun" she laughed as she was surrounded by the Manchester lads. "Go on it again" they urged. "Oh no" Debbi declined. Once was enough !

Friday night in Ayia Napa goes on well into the early hours. Carol, Jackie and Sarah found some convivial male company in the end, in the shape of three Norwegian officers seconded to NATO and on a weekend furlough. A couple of the Manchester lads had gone off in search of teenage girls, while three of them remained enamoured with Debbi. They took her to a noisy and packed open air disco for an hour or two before retracing their steps and running into Carol and the others once more back at the bar with the bull. Carol took out her phone once more to record a 'tired and emotional' Debbi being snogged in a corner by one of the 18 year olds, who had used his free arm to hoick her dress over her waist at the back, baring her thong clad bum, for the enjoyment of his envious friends and whoever else was looking ! Just after two in the morning, Debbi announced to the boys that she was tired and had to go back to the hotel to get some rest. "One more go on the bull " urged the boys. "Maybe tomorrow night, I don't have the energy" she responded. "That's a date" confirmed the boys excitedly.

Debbi had seemingly hardly got to sleep when Carol shook her awake. "Come on Deb. We only have a couple of days, we can't waste them sleeping ! Jackie bagged some sunbeds last night ahead of the Germans !" Debbi was still knackered after the flight at stupid o'clock, the trauma at the airport and clubbing into the early hours. But she stirred herself and went to join the others by the pool after grabbing a quick breakfast. It could be said that all four women were wearing one piece suits. Jackie and Sarah had elegant cutaway suits in the latest style, while Carol's was more mumsy. Debbi could be said to be wearing a one piece too, since she was topless in just brief bikini bottoms. She hadn't given it much thought, it was simply her default mode when on holiday in the Med. She did remind them of their no pics pledge, however, what happens here stays in Ayia Napa !

Somewhat to Debbi's surprise, Carol wound down her swimsuit to be topless too. "I bet it's a while since those puppies saw the sun" she teased her assistant, looking at Carol's ample breasts. Debbi and Carol were not out of place, many of the German and Scandinavian women around the pool were also topless. After applying sun screen and lying back on the sunbed, Debbi found it impossible to keep awake. Some minutes later, the others were amused to hear quiet but distinct snoring coming from her. Jackie and Sarah whispered conspiratorially. Jackie positioned herself at Debbi's feet and shushed the others. The bikini bottoms that Debbi was wearing had side ties and Jackie slowly and carefully undid these, to the accompaniment of giggles that she again shushed. She then patiently and carefully inched the bottoms away from the sleeping Debbi, stopping occasionally so she did not wake her but eventually leaving her lying there naked !

Several amused guests and hotel staff had watched these events unfold and were intrigued as to what would happen when Debbi awoke. Jackie slid the bottoms under the sunbed and then took photos of the sleeping Debbi. They left her on display like that for a while until Carol said loudly "Your turn to get us some drinks from the bar Deb." Debbi woke abruptly with a jolt. "Er, yeah, sure, fine Carol" as she fumbled for her bag. She hurriedly got up and had walked ten or so paces towards the bar before suddenly realising with a shriek that she was naked ! She scampered back to the others in a comical low crouch and dived onto the sunbed on her stomach. The whole poolside was laughing. "Where are my bottoms ?" she shrieked. Carol pointed under the sunbed and Debbi retrieved them and put them on as quickly as she could while joining in the laughter. "You buggers" she cursed at her companions but she saw the funny side of it and , hey, what the hell, she was on holiday. "That'll teach you to fall asleep. Now go and get us those drinks" laughed Carol.

"I feel refreshed after that nap" Debbi announced after she had brought the drinks the others wanted from the bar. "I'm going to explore the beach. Anyone coming ?" Jackie and Sarah were content by the hotel pool but Carol said she would not mind a short walk and pulled up the top of her swimsuit while Debbi slipped on a t-shirt. It was a bit strange to only have two full days at a beach resort like this and difficult to decide how best to utilise the available time. But it was a freebie and Debbi was looking at it in that context.

After strolling along the busy beach for a short while, Debbi was surprised to hear her name being called. She looked around and it was the group of 18 year old boys from last night. "Oh hello boys" she greeted them. Carol grinned as the boys bounded up to Debbi. "We're just going to join the four hour cruise on the party boat" the boys explained. "Why don't you come along with us Deb ?" "Oh, er, no, I don't think so. I haven't got a ticket anyway" said Debbi, attempting to fob them off. "We'll sort out your ticket, no problem" the boys chorused confidently. "Oh go on Deb, go with them" urged Carol mischievously. "You'll have a great time and you've been working so hard and really need all the fun you can get on this break. I'll look after your bag. If I'm not in the room or by the pool when you get back I'll leave it for you in reception !" She grabbed Debbi's bag and waved goodbye as her boss was swept away by the gang of teens.

Debbi felt a little vulnerable with no bag and only a t-shirt and skimpy bikini bottoms but there seemed little option but to follow the tide. She felt further intimidated to arrive at the quay and be confronted by maybe as many as seventy partying youths being bellowed at through a loud haler by a large extrovert black guy. They were all soon herded onto the boat , Debbi's ticket less status did not seem to be an issue. She was only 26 herself but seemed to be the oldest on the boat by at least six years, apart from the black guy and the English DJ who were the party hosts. To add further to her feeling of being a little out of place, she found that all the girls on the boat appeared to be keeping their bikini tops on.

As the boat pulled away from the quay to begin the cruise , the loud pumping music started along with the vigorous mindless dancing. The boys encouraged Debbi to join in. "Aren't you too hot in that t-shirt Deb ?" asked one of the boys. It was a typically sweltering Cypriot summer day. "I'm not wearing a top underneath" confessed Debbi. "And nobody else is topless !" Robbie, the boy who had been snogging her last night, grabbed her hand proprietorially and dragged her up to the DJ, to whom he explained the situation.

The DJ took to the mic. "Debbi here's getting very hot in her t-shirt but the foolish girl forgot to wear her top underneath. Is it OK with all of you of she goes topless ?" This was greeted by loud roars of permission from ninety per cent of the boat, though Debbi did notice disdainful looks from a few of the girls. After all that fuss, it seemed that all she could do was take the t-shirt off to further enthusiastic cheers and the delight of her companions from last night. "I'll look after it for you Deb" said Robbie, relieving her of the t-shirt and taking charge. So now Debbi was stranded on a boat with seventy partying teens and in possession of only a pair of brief red side tie bikini bottoms !

Robbie and his friends pitched the topless Debbi back into the maelstrom of mindless dancers, where she became the focus of attention for being jostled and danced with. As the boat headed further along the coast, the extrovert black guy began to host the party games. Most of these involved sinking shots in one form or another. The Manchester lads also ensured that Debbi was volunteered to attempt the limbo dance, she made it to round three, and a race where the participants had to drink a shot, run six times around a pole and then attempt to run in a straight line down a short track. Debbi progressed to round five of that, by which time she was feeling distinctly light headed !

The games continued as the boat cruised on towards the beach where they would anchor for a barbecue. The party hosts, with much encouragement from the Mancunians, agreed that Debbi was an obvious candidate for the next game. She might have been inclined to resist a little more than she did but the combination of pester power from the boys, light headedness brought on by the shots and a general holiday buzz with loosened inhibitions, made her give in. She was laid out on a raised platform. Cream was squeezed onto each nipple and topped with a strawberry. The same procedure was applied to her belly button and then cream was plastered over her red bikini bottoms in the region of her pussy ! A volunteer was required to eat the strawberries and to lick the cream clean. Robbie, the lad from Manchester, was determined that the volunteer would be him !

Robbie scooped the strawberry off of Debbi's right tit with his tongue and then commenced to lick off the cream lasciviously and tease her nipple with his tongue. Debbi's nipple responded to the touch by hardening immediately. She was beginning to realise one of the reasons the other girls were not going topless. This game was normally designed to be played with a bikini so that cream was only squeezed onto the girl's cleavage, as was happening in parallel to a couple of younger girls. But Debbi was too tempting a target for the party hosts to overlook. She and Robbie were also garnering by far the most attention from the party goers. He leaned further across Debbi to repeat the procedure with her other tit, taking his time and savouring every last drop of cream !

Debbi next found herself squirming at the tickling sensation of Robbie's tongue invading her belly button. "We know she's ticklish now Rob" cried one of the other lads. " Could be useful for later !" Debbi was grateful for the protection of her bikini bottoms when Robbie finally began licking the cream from her pussy. It was a wildly intimate act to be performed like that in public, which was of course the point as far as the party organisers were concerned. Thus it was a somewhat wobbly Debbi who got to her feet at the completion of this task, at which she and Robbie were declared to be the winners. Debbi's buzz was only slightly tempered by an overheard remark from one of the other girls. "What a slut !"

The party boat anchored about thirty yards off the beach where barbecue lunch was provided. There was a rowing boat to ferry people to shore, or you could jump from a diving platform and swim. Predictably, the Manchester lads prevailed upon Debbi to join them in swimming ashore. As she waited in line to dive from the platform, one of the bitchy girls from earlier was queuing behind her. The side ties on Debbi's bikini bottoms were too tempting a sight for the girl, who carefully loosened both sides while Debbi was distracted talking to the boys and then kept a light hold of one side. When it came to Debbi's turn to dive into the sea, she dived right out of her bikini bottoms, hitting the water with a shriek as she realised what had happened !

She looked back up at the boat to see the girl dangling her swimwear at her and to hear the laughter. The girl was inclined to keep the bottoms but one of the lads was still on board and he grabbed them from her and threw them to Debbi. Unfortunately, the breeze caught them and they fluttered some way from Debbi's reach. Those on deck were treated to a tantalising glimpse of Debbi's bare bum as she turned turtle to dive underwater and retrieve them before they sank. She was successful at this but it was much too difficult to put them on while treading water, so all she could do was to swim to the beach and hurriedly put them on before too many people saw her predicament. Robbie and a couple of the others who had swum before her, enjoyed the entertainment !

Debbi was a bit put out by what the girl had done but decided to treat it as another prank and not let it spoil her day. But she knotted the ties, that had now let her down twice today, extra tight ! The lunch was basic but kept them fed. Debbi was getting concerned about burning since she had not applied any sun screen since much earlier at the hotel pool. But the boys had some with them which they were happy to help her apply ! The couple of hours on the beach were lazy but uneventful, though the boys were certainly enjoying the company of the attractive older woman with them, especially since she remained topless !

They were among those who swam back to the boat and clambered up the rope ladder. The cruise back to Ayia Napa was still accompanied by booming music and some hardy souls were still up for leaping around. Others preferred to crash, however, and find some deck space to sit. Such space was limited and so Debbi found herself draped over Robbie's lap. It was five thirty by the time the boat tied up back at the quay. Robbie gave Debbi her t-shirt back. "Will we see you later ?" the boys asked hopefully. "We may run into each other" laughed Debbi. " The bar with the bull at nine" they persisted. "OK" she replied, flattered by the attention. Now she had to find Carol and her bag.

Debbi found Carol and her bag easily enough. The others had hardly stirred from the hotel pool all day. Their priority was the night life rather than what might happen during the day, whereas for Debbi it was the other way round. She gave them a sanitised version of events on the party cruise and then they went to prepare for a night on the town. Debbi felt herself to be the poor relation since, because of her decision to travel light, she had to wear the same little black dress as last night, while the other three all sported dazzling changes of costume.

After eating, they began to promenade along the main drag. Debbi looked for the Manchester lads at the bar they had said they would be at, the one with the bull. She was surprised to find herself feeling disappointed they were not there. The other three had hopes of hooking up again with their navy officers, so they continued to walk past a few more bars. Suddenly, Debbi heard her name being shouted in familiar northern accents. The boys rushed up. "C'mon Deb, you've got to save England's honour !" They began dragging her into a bar while Carol and the others laughed and tagged along. "What are you talking about ?" Debbi giggled. "It's the contest. They've got these birds from Germany, Holland, Norway, all over. But there's nobody batting for England." "What's the contest ?" asked Debbi. "Wet T-shirt !" "Oh no, no, no" protested Debbi but with Carol, Jackie and Sarah backing up the boys, she had no chance !

So it was that five minutes later, Debbi was standing backstage at the bar with five other girls and the English compere. The other girls were German, Dutch, Swiss, Danish and Norwegian and the contest was indeed going to be conducted along national lines. The girls were told to undress and were given long plain white t-shirts to wear. The other five had come along intending to take part and so had regular bikini bottoms under their t-shirts. Debbi had only her black lacy thong knickers. She was also again the oldest participant and feeling a bit out of place, as she had earlier today on the boat.

But before she could think too much, she was herded out with the others onto a makeshift stage, under harsh lighting and in front of a baying crowd. She was unaware of Carol and Jackie getting ready to film the entire proceedings. As she was being led backstage a few minutes earlier she had called "Remember, what happens in Ayia Napa stays in Ayia Napa !" but her travelling companions had been ignoring that pact all weekend so far and were not about to change now !

The contest began to the inevitable accompaniment of thumping music and crude encouragement from the M.C. Debbi had a vague idea what to expect but did not have a clue how this might play out in detail. The girls were encouraged to begin dancing, something at which it became clear they were all equally inexpert ! The M.C.'s sidekick then crept on stage with a water hose and began spraying the front of the girls' t-shirts. Debbi gasped as the water struck her, it was freezing ! The water carrier ensured that each shirt was thoroughly soaked and rendered totally see through as it clung to the girls' breasts. The girls were encouraged to twirl and keep dancing as the crowd whooped in encouragement. A couple of the girls began lifting the hem of their t-shirts, exposing their bellies. In a competitive spirit, Debbi followed suit, showing the crowd for the first time that she had knickers on as opposed to bikini bottoms !

Time came for the initial eliminations. It was unclear what the criteria was but the Swiss, Dutch and Danish girls were knocked out. The three remaining girls were sprayed again and encouraged to dance ever more provocatively. Debbi couldn't care less if she won or not but the partisan support in the crowd roared her on and she did not want to let them down. Chants began of "Off, off, off !" and, looking to gain an edge, the German girl pulled off her t-shirt and began to dance topless. The level of cheering increased and Debbi sensed a reluctance to follow suit from the Norwegian girl. What the hell, Debbi thought, and peeled off her own sodden garment to dance around in only her thong ! The predictable result of this was that the Norwegian girl was eliminated.

The M.C. now began to build the atmosphere to fever pitch. "So for the final, we have England versus Germany !" Wild cheering. "It's a penalty shoot out and we all know what happens when it is Germany and a penalty shoot out !" Loud boos from the English contingent who seemed to be in the majority. Debbi heard the Mancs calling her name and then there was a more general football chant of "Inger-lund, Inger-lund, Inger-lund" In spite of herself, Debbi felt the adrenaline rush. She tried to dance to the best of her limited ability. The German girl sensed that the thong knickers and more or less bare backside gave Debbi an advantage and so began to turn her back and moon the audience before pulling her bottoms back up again. Amongst the chants for England, there was a return of the call "Off. off, off !" Something inside told Debbi there was only one way for her to win this contest. Shocking herself but delighting the crowd, she took her knickers off completely and danced nude !

There was a fatal hesitation on the part of her German opponent to dare to do the same, and so the M.C. announced "Ladies and gentlemen, we have an English Winner !" This result was greeted with wild acclamation. Debbi had to stand there naked for an awards ceremony for the three 'medallists' and to collect a bottle of cheap champagne. Carol and Jackie had more priceless footage ! After posing for some publicity photographs for the bar, Debbi was relieved and a little surprised to be able to find her discarded knickers. After joining the other girls backstage to get dressed again, she returned to a hero's welcome from the lads, who were to share in her prize champagne !

All of her English supporters wanted to buy Debbi a drink after her success but she remained loyal to the Manchester lads. Robbie tried to be possessive but Debbi also indulged in a long snogging session with the boy who had rescued her bikini bottoms on the boat. She was last to rise the following morning. Jackie had again staked out their spot by the hotel pool and Debbi was amused to see that Carol had again wound down the top of her one piece suit and was topless. "They'll be getting used to the open air" she teased her older assistant. Debbi joined her in that state but she was wearing the other bikini bottoms she had brought with her that had a conventional elasticated waist, she was not trusting those ties today ! They spent a quiet day, Debbi broke off in the afternoon to walk a little in the old town and visit a beautiful Greek Orthodox Church. She had shrugged off her mishaps at the airport and on the party boat and had enjoyed her mini break.

But it was already time for their final night on the town. Once again she had to wear the only dress she had brought with her, the little black dress with the spaghetti straps. Underneath she had a white lacy thong. She found her Manchester fan club back in the bar with the bull this time. And since the Norwegian navy officers also happened to be there, it looked as if this would be the venue for the evening. The boys immediately began pestering Debbi to ride the bull again. "It's your last night" they said sadly. "I'll need a few drinks first" answered Debbi, but in a way that implied she would ride eventually. The bull seemed busier in general this evening, several girls trying their luck amidst much squealing and laughter.

By the time Debbi was suitably refreshed there was quite a crowd, both in the bar and in the street where the bull was also visible. As Debbi went to clamber up, the operator requested that she try riding the bull backwards today. Debbi was sufficiently loosened up by the drink not to think this through and so she happily obliged. The onlookers again got a quick flash of her knickers as she carefully tucked the hem of her dress underneath her. She held onto the grip which was now behind her with one hand, the other hand holding the hem of her dress in position. However, as soon as the bull began to move, it became clear that the only way she could retain her balance would be to have both hands on the grip. Which meant that the hem of her dress instantly broke free and began to ride up to her waist, giving a clear view of her knickers !

As the bull bucked and swerved, her position also caused her breasts to jiggle and the straps of the dress to slip from her shoulders. The crowd cheered the increasing exposure as one tit escaped from the top of her dress, soon to be followed by the other, effectively rendering her topless ! Having achieved this, the aim of the operator was now to keep her on display for as long as possible and to rotate her to make sure everyone got a share of the view. Debbi was laughing, she had a fair idea of what she was showing but was making the most of what remained of her holiday high. But finally, fatigue got the better of her arms and she relinquished her grip and tumbled onto the mat, acknowledging the cheers with a little wave as she adjusted her dress.

The rest of the evening was spent keeping the amorous intentions of the Manchester lads within bounds, though each was granted some leeway in the snogging sessions and in where they placed their hands ! Debbi was the last of the four women to make it back to the hotel that night. The boys said they would be there to see her off in the morning, the women did not have to leave the hotel until close to midday.

Debbi was still sleeping like a log when Carol joined Jackie and Sarah for breakfast. She knew from experience of the last three days that Debbi was a heavy sleeper. The Manchester lads were also up bright and early having arrived to say goodbye to Debbi before she left for the airport. Carol had an idea for one last prank this weekend. "I've got an idea" she said to them all. "Come up to the room with me but keep quiet." Carol went in first to check that Debbi was still fast asleep. She came back out and whispered to Robbie " Get your things off and get into bed with her, then we'll come in making a noise to wake her up. She'll think that she's slept with you !" Robbie was game for the laugh and managed his part of the operation without disturbing Debbi.

Carol and Jackie got their cameras ready and then Carol banged the drinks tray on the table and yelled "Rise and shine, rise and shine. We've got a plane to catch !" Debbi woke with a start and saw everyone watching. Then saw she was not alone in bed ! "Robbie ?" she cried, confused. Carol ripped the sheet off the bed, revealing the two naked 'lovers'. Debbi looked around briefly, even more confused, before crying "Eek!" and scuttling bare ass into the bathroom as everyone laughed and Robbie hurriedly got back into his clothes. "That was well worth it" Jackie spoke for them all.

Ten minutes later, Debbi emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel as the others were standing chatting. She had gathered her thoughts while showering and realised that a prank had been pulled, she hadn't been that drunk last night ! "You buggers" she called to them but she was not really annoyed, it was part of the light hearted nature of the holiday. "Are you lot going to give me some privacy to get dressed ?" she asked. "What's the point of that now ?" said Carol, laughing. "Oh, whatever" conceded Debbi, dressing in front of them before beginning to pack her case. She wasn't going commando for the flight home, despite Carol's famous magazine article !

Fond farewells were said as the coach pulled away for the airport. "Enjoy the rest of your week lads" called Debbi. Somewhat to her relief, the flight home was entirely routine, though she laid off the free drinks this time. She was driving Carol home from Gatwick anyway. "Remember, what happens in Ayia Napa stays in Ayia Napa" Debbi laughingly reminded her as she dropped her off at home.

Of course, the following morning in the office, Carol could not wait to share the footage she had assembled with the rest of the team. She had Debbi's airport fiasco, her antics on the mechanical bull, the wet t-shirt competition and yesterday morning's prank, as well as extensive snogging sessions with the Manchester lads. The text and email responses she was getting from colleagues, delighted to see yet more of their boss exposed, fed Carol's ego. She was revelling in the kudos. The only thing she did not have was when Jackie stole the bikini bottoms from the sleeping Debbi while they were around the pool. So when she received the photos of that incident through the mail from Jackie, she did not hesitate to immediately pass them on to the team.

This time, however, the email response was not quite what she was expecting. "I think you should take a closer look at those last photos you've just forwarded to everyone Carol." Carol looked more closely. There was the naked Debbi, sleeping soundly. But there behind her was a laughing Carol, as clear as day and in perfect clarity, with her swimsuit rolled down to her waist and undeniably topless !

Debbi and the bikini car wash

Carol didn't enjoy being teased. Sure, her exposure was small potatoes compared to the acreage devoted to Debbi, both from this holiday and from the other events over recent weeks. But for this particular afternoon, Carol's matronly tits had novelty value amongst her colleagues, especially given the inadvertent way in which they had been revealed ! This faux pas was no fault of Debbi's of course. As far as she was concerned, what had happened in Ayia Napa had stayed there. In Carol's mindset, however, her embarrassment could only be assuaged by coming up with another scheme to expose Debbi publicly. An opportunity was not long in presenting itself.

The local chamber of commerce was encouraging company participation in the annual TV and celebrity driven charity marathon. Various stunts were to be arranged and a league table of results of the sums raised by each company published. Jeff was determined to top that list but not determined enough to put any actual work into it. So he delegated the task of organising a suitable stunt to Debbi, who in turn delegated it to Carol. Carol immediately began to ponder how she could best exploit this situation. Idly sitting watching a late night movie, inspiration struck !

"Are you making any progress with this charity thing ?" Debbi asked her assistant. "Absolutely" Carol replied. "We're going to hold a bikini car wash in the car park here. The local paper and radio station are going to give it plenty of advance publicity, we should have then queuing down the road !" "OK, er, that sounds fine" said Debbi, a little dubiously. "Who's going to be doing it ?" "A couple of girls from HR have volunteered and we're roping in a couple of teenage daughters too" Carol lied. "Wonderful, you seem to have it all planned, thanks a lot Carol. Anything you want me to do ?" Debbi asked, showing willing. "We'll need help marshalling the cars and collecting the money" said Carol disingenuously. "Sounds like a plan" replied Debbi. Oh, it is indeed a plan, schemed Carol !

Carol listened contentedly to the moronic DJ on the local radio giving publicity to the company's bikini car wash as part of the 'fun events' for the charity weekend. It was also being trumpeted every hour as a sponsored ad. There would be so many disappointed punters if it proved to be a damp squib with no bikini babes. Dreadful negative publicity for Jeff and the company. The simple plan, of course, was that there would be a last minute hitch and a desperate need for a substitute washer woman. Enter Debbi !

Even Carol could not expect Debbi to wash all these cars alone and so she had managed to get her daughter Charlotte and her friend Angie to take part. The girls were happy to be part of a big local event with media coverage but they were going to wear shorts and t-shirts rather than bikinis. Carol's current task was working on the bikini she would present to Debbi to wear in the 'emergency'. She knew Debbi's size and so had purchased a suit one size too small ! It appeared to be a brief but relatively conservative cut, which Carol hoped would initially reassure Debbi. She wasn't going to push her luck by producing a minuscule micro bikini and risk Debbi refusing to take part. The fact that it was a size too small would make it revealing enough and Carol was making further modifications ! She had carefully cut the lining out of the white suit and was busy re-hemming it neatly so that the change would not be obvious. She held the bottoms up to the light. Perfect !

Debbi drove into work that Saturday to do her bit with the marshalling, impressed by Carol's success in getting all this publicity. Even now, the car radio was playing the sponsored ad. Debbi was gratified to see the cars already beginning to queue as she wound her way past them to park in the staff car park. Such a long queue and there were still twenty minutes to go until the advertised start time. Carol rushed up as Debbi got out of the car. "Deb, we've got a big problem !"

There were the expected protestations and objections but Carol's logic could not be faulted, there was only one solution ! Which is why Debbi was stomping towards her office, the bikini that Carol had thrust at her in her hands. "Good morning Debbi" said Gilbert as she walked past security. "Is it ?" she replied petulantly. "Got out of bed the wrong side did we ?" the guard called after her. It felt weird. Debbi had never undressed in her office before but that seemed a more comfortable and quiet location than the ladies rest room, which was the only alternative. At least she wouldn't be doing this for very long. Carol had promised her that she had called in alternative girls who were coming to replace her as soon as they could manage.

Debbi left her clothes on her desk and then tried to get into the bikini. She struggled to pull the bottoms up over her thighs. I thought Carol said this was my size, she cursed. With much tugging and pulling, she finally got them on. God, they were tight. There wasn't a full length mirror in her office but Debbi could see that they were perilously low rise at the front. What was not immediately apparent to her was the clearly discernible camel toe and, despite it not being a thong, the considerable amount of bum cleavage on show. There was also already a slight hint of transparency after Carol's modifications and the bottoms weren't even wet yet !

Debbi put on the bikini top. Her perky tits were on the modest size but the undersized bra had the effect of forcing them up into a pronounced cleavage. She hated having her breasts constricted and this was not at all comfortable. Debbi looked at her watch. It was time for the car wash to begin. She left the watch with her clothes to avoid damaging it, slipped her trainers on and hurried down the corridor. It felt totally surreal to be prancing half naked through the familiar surroundings of the route from her office to the car park. She was conscious of every bounce and ripple of her flesh as she walked. Gilbert gave an appreciative wolf whistle as Debbi strode back past him. "In your dreams Gilbert" she responded. The security guard knew which of the car park's several surveillance cameras was going to get his full attention over the coming hours !

Debbi walked out into the bright sunlight of the car park. Normally, she would be perfectly at ease with her body and if she were walking out to a hotel pool such as she had done in Ayia Napa, she would not have given her exposure a second thought. But somehow it was an entirely different matter in these familiar surroundings and with several familiar faces. Carol watched as Debbi nervously approached. Perfect she thought, admiring her work on Debbi's bikini. You could more or less discern the outline of her pussy already and it wasn't even wet yet !

There were three tables set up for the girls with buckets of soapy water and sponges. Volunteers would replenish the water and there were hoses attached to an outside tap. "Marshalls" Carol cried out. "Get the cars to form three separate queues for whichever girl they want to do their wash. Make sure they pay !" That was the job Debbi had expected to be doing ! As the cars began to manoeuvre, it became clear that by far the longest queue was for Debbi's services. Charlotte and Angie had the custom of some of their friends and of those simply wanting a quick car wash with no thought of titillation. But for the majority, the lure of Debbi's scanty bikini was too big a pull to ignore, even if it meant waiting.

"Any ETA for those girls who are taking over from me ?" Debbi called across to Carol. "They just said they'd be here as soon as" Carol shouted back. Debbi was embarrassed to find that her first customer was the company's managing director ! "I thought I'd better get the charity ball rolling" he explained. "I didn't realise you were going to be involved like this Debbi" he continued, openly appraising her body. "Neither did I until twenty minutes ago" Debbi replied ruefully. The MD drove an SUV and Debbi soon realised the amount of bending and stretching that was going to be involved in her work if she was to do a good job. And while it was no big deal to wash one car, the physical exertion needed to clear a queue of them was daunting !

Debbi also began to realise that the acres of flesh she was displaying were a focus, not only for the driver of the car she was washing, but also for those waiting in the queue, for her colleagues doing the organisational tasks and for curious onlookers out in the street. One customer insisted on posing for a selfie with Debbi when she had finished his car and this was noted by others and quickly became the norm ! After three or four cars, Debbi's bikini was getting more and more bedraggled. It was impossible to avoid getting splashed and the material was becoming increasingly transparent, though Debbi was too busy to notice and couldn't really discern the view others were getting anyway.

"And here I am talking to one of the lovely girls helping out at the bikini car wash. It's Debbi isn't it ?" The idiot DJ from the local radio station had turned up for an outside broadcast. "Er, yes, that's right" Debbi replied awkwardly into the mic that was thrust at her. "Your colleague tells me that you are in fact a senior executive in the company but are happily entering into the spirit of things for a good cause, am I right ?" "Yes you're right. I thought I should do my bit" Debbi answered, looking daggers at Carol. "So there you have it folks. If you'd like to see the sexy exec stripped down to her sexy bikini, get on down here ! Anyone who knows Debbi won't want to miss this, check out the photo on our social media feed. And remember, all proceeds go to charity !"

Debbi cringed, she hoped that nobody who knew her had heard that. It had been bad enough so far with a bunch of strangers, the MD excepted. "When are those girls getting here Carol ?" she cried again. Carol turned a deaf ear !

Unfortunately for Debbi, the reach of the local radio station was more extensive than she would have wished for and after her mini interview, the queue for her services grew ever longer. It had not needed the publicity of the DJ to alert her old college rivals Jackie and Sarah, since Carol had already tipped them off. "That looks like hot work, you're getting quite a sweat on there Debbi" they teased her as she laboured on their car. "Not for too much longer, Carol's promised two extra girls to relieve me" Debbi replied, though where the hell were they ? "I hope for your sake they're here soon then" said Sarah. "That queue stretches right around the corner !"

There also now seemed to be more or less just the one queue, with everyone wanting Debbi, bar a few souls in too much of a hurry to wait. This left Charlotte and Angie at a loose end and the teens began to pass the time with a water fight. Angie aimed one of the hoses at Charlotte, who quickly jumped out of the way. "Oops, sorry Debbi" Angie apologised. The full force of the jet had struck Debbi. "Sod it, I'm soaked" she cried. "Oh well, it looked like you needed cooling down" laughed Jackie, delighted to see that Debbi's white bikini was now totally transparent thanks to Carol's prior modifications !

To her dismay, Debbi began to see more and more familiar faces who had heard the radio broadcast and these familiar faces were seeing more and more of Debbi as the bikini stayed wet from her washing chores ! There were two nerds from her class back in schooldays. As the hot chick in class, she had not given them the time of day back then. They were certainly relishing this opportunity to take selfies. The staff she saw every day at the local corner shop had taken turns to take time out from the shop and bring their cars along. There was the decorator she had employed to refurbish her house when she had moved in and also her tame car mechanic who carried out all her routine maintenance. She even found herself confronted by her next door neighbour and his teenage son !

By now she had given up on ever being relieved by these elusive girls Carol had promised. The local radio outside broadcast van made a return appearance. It was spending the day touring the various charity functions and keeping a running score of how the competing companies were faring. Debbi heard the DJ's voice relayed through the van's speakers. "It's beginning to look as if the company running their own version of the Great Bake Off is going to take come catching." Debbi was not bothered about who won, at least the charities would benefit. However, Carol was more competitive and more devious.

While a pop song played, Carol whispered to the radio presenter. The song ended and his voice could once more be heard. "Well, perhaps the Bake Off's lead is not so secure after all. Exciting news from down here at the bikini car wash. For the final hour, for anyone who is prepared to pay double the advertised asking price, Debbi the sexy exec we interviewed earlier will clean their car topless !" Debbi couldn't believe her ears. There was the sound of distant cheering all along the queue of remaining cars !

Debbi rushed over to Carol. "I can't do that Carol, they'll call the police !" she argued. "No, it's all cool" Carol countered. "I spoke to a nice young cop who dropped by earlier doing his community policing bit and he said boobies are fine." Sandra, another of the team, called over "Gentleman here who's paid double Deb. Off with the bra !" Cursing, Debbi stalked back over to her pitch and unclasped the bikini top. She glared at the customer, an old guy like you ought to know better, she thought. There were cheers and wolf whistles. As well as this paying customer and those still waiting in line, the local radio broadcast had attracted a growing crowd of bystanders in the street. With a clear view of the car park, they were getting a free show.

By now, all pretence of Charlotte and Angie sharing the load had been abandoned and Carol told the teens to take their buckets through the crowd in the street and collect a few more pennies for the charity. All focus was now on the topless Debbi who was battling to clear the queue by herself. "Still time to get down here to the bikini car wash folks" blared out the radio PA. "Or rather the topless car wash as it now is, with Debbi the sexy exec giving us all a great show !" Debbi cursed again. Meanwhile her next door neighbour and his son had returned, this time in his wife's car. "You did such a good job on mine Deb, we thought we'd pop down again with this one" he explained, not taking his eyes off of her tits ! All the while, Debbi was still unaware of the transparent nature of her bikini bottoms.

Apart from anything else, she was now getting physically exhausted. The time finally rolled around when the car wash was supposed to close but there were still a dozen cars waiting in the queue. "Shut the car park barrier Sandra" yelled Carol. "But we'll keep going and clear those we still have waiting." Debbi objected. " I can't do it Carol, I'm knackered !" Carol could see that was not an exaggeration. "We'll get Charlotte and Angie to help, three of you cleaning each car will soon clear this lot. But you've got to stay there with your tits out Deb, that's what they're paying for !" Carol responded. Half the town's seen them now, thought Debbi resignedly, so a few more's not going to make much difference. She spotted a crowd of regulars from her local pub waving.

An hour later than scheduled, an exhausted Debbi trudged slowly back to her office. "I wonder if we made the most money ?" said Angie. "Ask someone who cares" Debbi answered. She did not bother replacing the grubby bikini top. The whole thing was going in the bin. "Nice tits Debbi" leered Gilbert as she passed back through security. "Don't pretend you haven't been glued to those bloody cameras all afternoon Gilbert" Debbi retorted, wanting only to get back to her office and get dressed !

Debbi and the fashion show

Debbi's boss Jeff was very much into developing links with the local community. One of his pet projects was sponsoring activities at the nearby Sixth Form College. There were a group of women in Debbi's team who were particularly jealous of her success and who would love to see her brought down a peg or two. Chief among these was Carol, whose daughter Charlotte happened to be studying fashion and design at the college Jeff was so keen on sponsoring.

When Carol heard that Debbi had been tasked by Jeff with ensuring that the upcoming fashion show at the college be a big success, a plan began to be hatched. Maybe a last minute mystery stomach bug might sweep through the students, leaving a critical shortage of models and the urgent requirement for an attractive stand in ? Charlotte could be relied upon to make sure that the fashions she and her friends came up with for display would be suitably cutting edge and revealing !

Carol had given her daughter Charlotte a very liberal upbringing and they were more like sisters than like mother and child. Carol had pitched her plan, she knew Debbi had ruffled a few feathers at the college. "Mum, that would be an absolute hoot ! But this show's important for our grades, we really can't screw it up in front of the examiners." Carol had considered this however. "What we do is, we have two shows. The company sponsorship will cover the hall hire for a second night. She's clueless about the finer details of what's involved and will just think that is how it is. There's no need to involve the college tutors in any way for the second one, we keep it underground. First night, we do your regular show with all your designs and the regular models. It all gets assessed and I'm sure it will be a great success." Charlotte laughed at her mother's confidence.

"Then we all pop along for the second night but, oh calamity ! Models are all sick. Poor little darling students will be let down and have their futures jeopardised. Company sponsorship will look bad. Only brave Debbi has the looks and figure to be able to step in and save the day !" Charlotte laughed even louder at the convincing charade. "Will she fall for it ?" "She's quite gullible at times and she certainly has the vanity. What we don't tell her until it's too late is that this show's for a cutting edge fetish wear, cosplay and lingerie commission !" "But I'm not sure we have the time to design and make the gear" protested Charlotte. "Again, not a problem. You know I sometimes hold these "naughty parties" ? I have the gear from those. And I'll get all my usual ladies to come along but for once, they can bring their husbands and boyfriends. You can tell all the boys at college they'll get a treat if they come along. We'll have a full house and there'll be no ban on taking photos !" Charlotte laughed once more."Genius mum."

Contrary to her expectations, Debbi had been very impressed with the students first fashion show. They were not styles she would wear herself. She had to stick to business suits at work with just a little subtle accessorising and off duty more often than not was in t-shirt and jeans, or shorts in the summer. She also had a few posh frocks for weddings, Ascot races and similar gatherings. But catwalk shows never presented clothes for everyday wear anyway and she had admired the flare and craftsmanship of the kids. So it was that she was relaxed about this second show, even though Carol had confirmed that there was the possibility of the students getting a commercial commission.

Meanwhile, Carol and Charlotte had been busy. They had prepared two piles of outfits to be worn, if things went to plan, by Debbi and also Charlotte's friend Angie. A second model was needed to give time for Debbi's costume changes without creating too much of a hiatus outside on the catwalk. And Angie was a confident lass who had no qualms about parading up and down the catwalk in a nurse's uniform, French maid's outfit or some such. Debbi's items were graded to become progressively more outrageous and revealing. Carol and Charlotte had frequently collapsed into giggles during the selection process, especially over the crotchless panties and peephole bra !

Debbi was surprised that there seemed to be a bigger crowd than the previous week. And if anything there were more males than females, certainly among the students. There were some older faces she guessed were supportive parents and somewhere she assumed, there must be representatives of the company interested in buying the designs. So with all seemingly set fair, Debbi was taken aback by Carol's panicked expression. "Thank goodness you're here Deb. We're absolutely desperate, we need such a big favour !"

And so the trap was sprung. The planned spiel was trotted out. As expected, Debbi was initially unwilling. But they used the emotional blackmail of spoiling the poor students chances. They reminded her of the importance Jeff placed on the ties with the college and how a failure would reflect badly on her. They appealed to her vanity that she had the looks and figure of a top model. And eventually, they won the day ! Charlotte gave Debbi a big hug, committing her even more to carrying on. "You've really saved the day for us Debbi." "OK, OK, where do I change ?"

Carol had thought it expedient to leave Debbi in the hands of Charlotte and her friends backstage. She realised that there might well be points in the evening when Debbi would baulk at what she was being asked to model but Carol was confident of Charlotte's ability to play the poor disappointed student card. She also knew she could rely on Charlotte running Debbi ragged with the hectic schedule and keeping her pinned like a deer in the headlights while rushing from one costume change to the next. Meanwhile, Carol went to work the front of house.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and students ! Welcome to this very special live presentation of the latest cutting edge cosplay, lingerie and fetish wear." Big cheer. "It's great to see so many males among our audience tonight, though I can't imagine why" she joked. Cue laughter. "We have two models for you this evening. Our very own Angie has bravely agreed to show various fancy dress outfits you might want to consider for your next Halloween party. But our main model for all the lovely risque and revealing gear you are dying to see will be Debbi !" Bigger cheer. "Debbi is in fact an executive for the company who sponsored last week's successful student's show and we are very grateful that as part of their ongoing commitment to the community, she has agreed to participate tonight in such a whole hearted way." Applause. "Normally at this kind of event there would be a ban on any kind of photography and we hope you will respect Angie's privacy. However, Debbi made a special point of insisting that she would be only too happy for photographs to be taken throughout the evening. And that you could feel free to use and share these in any way you might think fit !" Biggest cheer.

While Carol was making this opening speech, Charlotte was getting to work on Debbi backstage. Angie was already ready to go in her PVC nurse's uniform. Charlotte had laid the initial groundwork with Debbi and overcome the first show of reluctance, explaining, in as vague a way as possible, that the hoped for commission was for rather naughty fun things and that she was sure Debbi had the figure for it. "You won't be showing any more than you would on the beach" she lied. "I'm so pleased you're wearing those heels Debbi, they're perfect for sashaying up the catwalk. You've seen the drill I'm sure. Walk right to the end, stop and pose, give a little twirl and walk back." "I think I've seen the sort of thing" said Debbi nervously. Charlotte hurried her along.

"Better take everything off, it'll make it so much easier." There was no changing room, just the open backstage area with racks of costumes hanging. Debbi looked hurriedly around but everyone back here at least seemed female and she knew Angie would be changing too. A little reluctantly she took off her work clothes, somewhat embarrassed to be under the direction of this young girl in such a vulnerable position. "Here's your first costume, it's Secret Santa !" Debbi pulled on a pair of skimpy red knickers which came with a red baby doll top that was transparent from below the bodice and finished mid thigh. It was sheer enough for the knickers to be clearly visible. This was topped by a red Santa hat. Debbi slipped on her heels and waited for Angie to return from her spin on the catwalk. Debbi felt flushed and embarrassed but she would have felt even more apprehensive had she realised that this was going to be the most respectable outfit that she would model tonight.

Clad in her Secret Santa baby doll, a nervous Debbi was poised to step out onto the catwalk. For the official student show last week, the music used had been tasteful Vivaldi. But for tonight, the soundtrack was to be pounding techno ! Angie returned through the curtain and it was Debbi's turn to emerge. She somehow managed to put one foot in front of the other and begin her walk up the catwalk, which suddenly appeared to a be dauntingly long way. She knew there was no danger of falling off but the relative narrowness added to her nerves as she attempted to simulate the exaggerated swinging model gait. The spotlights illuminating the catwalk in a harsh glare more or less blinded Debbi from seeing her appreciative audience, which might have been a blessing as a forest of camera phones began to be held aloft and activated.

Carol was amused at the enthusiasm being shown for Debbi's outfit. Boys, you ain't seen nothing yet she thought to herself. Though in truth, this first one wasn't bad in itself she had to admit, with the clearly visible red knickers giving enticing glimpses of Debbi's bum cheeks from the rear. Debbi stopped at the end of the catwalk, struck what she hoped would pass for a sultry model pose, gave a twirl and then made her way back to the sound of applause. Part of Charlotte's strategy to disorient Debbi and forestall any objections was to keep everything backstage go, go , go. It had to be like that anyway with only two models if there was not to be an uncomfortable hiatus front of house.

Charlotte hurried Debbi along and assisted her in changing into garment number two, which was a black bunny outfit. This was not designed for any nightclub, however, but strictly for play in the bedroom. From her perspective looking down, Debbi would not be able to tell. But as the elasticated strapless top was pulled tight over her bust, the material of the entire unlined costume was stretched to become completely sheer. There was a humiliating white cotton bobble tail affixed to her bum and to complete the ensemble, clipped on bunny ears ! Debbi emerged to appreciative whoops and whistles and to the inevitable raising of dozens of cameras. Jackpot thought Carol, you can clearly see her nipples and that she has left a little landing strip down there ! But at the same time she looks ridiculous with the ears and tail ! Debbi progressed down the catwalk to carry out her routine with rising embarrassment, even though she was not fully aware of exactly the spectacle she was presenting.

She returned with Angie already waiting to go again. Debbi had noticed even at this early stage that her level of exposure was off the scale compared to that of her younger co-model and she put up her first serious resistance when helped into her third outfit, a fishnet body. If she had not been aware of quite how revealing the bunny suit had been, Debbi was in no doubt that this fishnet design allowed her tits and pussy to show through. Charlotte's response to Debbi's protest was to bullshit her. "Don't worry, those stage lights are specially designed for camouflage and will disguise it so that nothing shows." They were, of course, designed to do exactly the opposite but the blatant lie was enough to confuse Debbi so that she could be more or less pushed through the curtain and back onto the catwalk !

Debbi burst through the curtain in her fishnet body and heels. The charged atmosphere was raised a further notch. Carol was exultant at her coup. In the course of 20 minutes she had reduced her boss, a serious 26 year old career woman, into a mindless bimbo bouncing down the catwalk in next to nothing with all her bits on show ! Carol laughingly watched the exuberant sixth form boys high fiving each other in between taking countless photos. It particularly amused her to think that images of her sophisticated boss would now be forming an ever growing part of these lads' wank bank ! Debbi had not been wholly convinced by Charlotte's explanation that the lighting would protect her from over exposure and she felt her face flushing as she paused at the end of the catwalk to pose hands on hip for thirty seconds before giving a twirl and returning back the way she came.

"We've got some nice sexy bra and knicker sets for your next few outfits Debbi" said Charlotte, hurrying her along as usual. If you had told Debbi twenty minutes ago that the prospect of parading in front of a hundred or so people in bra and knickers would come as a welcome relief, she would have thought you were mad. But that was how it now appeared to her after the last two outfits she had gone out in. With this sexy lingerie, she could just about console herself with the thought that there was not really much more flesh on show than there might be in a bikini on the beach. That's what Carol had said to her earlier anyway.

Similarly, the electricity in the hall outside dissipated slightly as Debbi modelled three successive sexy but tasteful bra and knicker sets of the type that she might well have bought for her own use. Some photos were still being taken but the buzz had died down. It perked up again when the next set was shown to include a thong ! Debbi had been equally disappointed to discover this as she put it on and she felt acutely aware of her virtually bare bouncing buttocks as she strode along the catwalk. Photo activity increased again accordingly. Backstage, Charlotte felt ready to spring her next major surprise. One that would dismay Debbi and send her new fans into overdrive !

Charlotte casually handed Debbi her next bra and knickers set as if it was more of the same. Debbi was disappointed to see that the set contained another thong but she hurriedly pulled them on and turned to head back out when she became aware that she had on a peephole bra and crotchless thong ! Her ever sensitive nipples had discovered their place in the bra and shyly peeped out. And Debbi was horrified to feel that her clit had decided to come out and say hello to the outside world and was taking full advantage of the gap in the front of her knickers to have a look around. "Charlotte !" she hissed furiously. "We have to display the full range Debbi. Don't worry the lighting will conceal everything" answered Charlotte. At this, Angie returned from her latest sortie wearing another nifty French maid outfit and Debbi envied her the cover. Charlotte pushed her through the curtain.

The bright harsh lighting clearly revealed every little detail to the excited crowd as the energy level peaked once more. Virtually every audience member was taking photographs. This is one of the classics thought Carol, I have to prolong this. As Debbi finally made her way back down the catwalk after her obligatory pose and twirl at the end, Carol climbed up to intercept her, clutching the mic. She stopped Debbi immediately opposite the rowdiest gathering of sixth form boys. "Ladies and gentlemen, oh and students" she began. "We are not finished yet by any means, you will be pleased to hear. But just in case I did forget at the conclusion of the show, I thought it would be very remiss of me if I did not take this opportunity to once more thank Debbi so very much for the sterling work she is putting in this evening." The audience applauded loudly. All Debbi wanted to do was to get backstage again as quickly as possible but instead she was stranded out there in crotchless thong and peephole bra. The boys in particular had a grandstand view from just below her which they all proceeded to record.

Carol continued, "As you know, Debbi is a successful business woman and not a model at all but she heard about the difficulties that we suddenly faced here this evening and as you have all seen, she has gone well beyond the call of duty and put her heart and soul into it, to ensure that we are having this most successful and enjoyable show." Loud applause. Just shut up Carol, thought Debbi. "Would you like to say something Debbi ?" asked Carol, thrusting the mic at her. Debbi was forced to take it. "Er, well, thank you Carol. Thank you everyone. It's no trouble really. Er, I am just happy to help out in any way I can. The company is fully committed to supporting the work of these talented young people." Cue more applause. "Thank you again Debbi" said Carol retrieving the mic. "Take another spin up to the end there and everyone can show their appreciation." So Debbi had to take a second walk up and down in this particularly revealing outfit, accompanied by whoops and wolf whistles as her fans revelled in the sight.

Debbi finally regained the sanctuary of backstage, though her next outfit offered no respite. But how could she let Charlotte and the other girls down now after all the appreciation and kind words she had just publicly received from Carol ? Steeling herself, she pulled on and adjusted the tiny sheer black g-string and then clasped what passed for a bra with this set. It provided support beneath her breasts but was cupless and so otherwise left her tits completely bare !

The audience was beside itself as Debbi appeared to parade up and down once more. Carol was circulating through the room, soaking up all the reaction her boss was getting. As Debbi strode by with her tits fully out, Carol was by the sixth form boys and she was pleased to see the eagerness and dexterity with which they were passing on the images from their phones to who knew who, who knew where, to do who knew what with them !

Debbi was by now feeling beyond humiliated as she returned once more to Charlotte. "No need to change the g-string for this one Debbi, that can stay for now. We've got a waspie here and I need to attach these tassels !" One of the other girls pulled the corset tight around Debbi's waist. It was as uncomfortable as it was revealing, it still left her breasts completely bare but Charlotte was busy amending this just ever so slightly by fitting hanging tassels to Debbi's nipples. The clasps pinched without hurting too much. The corset thrust her tits forward.

By the time Debbi was out front again parading in this demeaning outfit, Carol had crossed over to her cronies and their husbands. "How on earth did you get her to do this Carol" asked one, while another nudged her husband and said " I owe you one Carol, from the state of him, I think I'm in for a good night tonight !" After Debbi disappeared once more, Carol again climbed up to address the crowd. "All good things finally do have to come to an end ladies and gentlemen but we do still have our piece de resistance to come with the presentation of our bridal sequence. But bare with us, and I do mean bare" she emphasised crudely "because this just takes a few minutes to set up."

Angie looked resplendent in a bridesmaid's dress taken from the previous week's student collection. The hall janitor had brought along his best suit to change into and was acting as father of the bride. One of the sixth form boys, a confident black youth, had been dragooned into playing the groom and waited proudly at the end of the catwalk. Debbi was the bride. She wore her heels and thigh high white fishnet hold ups. And that was all she was wearing apart from a natty white garland on her head and tassels with small bells on the end attached to her nipples. The bells jingled as her tits jiggled ! It was a high art concept to end the show Charlotte had said, illustrating the eternal purity of woman and oneness with nature.

The bemused and horrified Debbi stepped forward in a daze on the arm of the janitor as the music changed from pumping techno to the Mendelssohn wedding march. The enthusiasm of the audience was off the scale as Debbi and her entourage emerged onto the catwalk. They had been promised a show stopping finish and they were certainly getting one. The progress of the slow march was excruciatingly slow for Debbi, who carried a tiny posy of flowers that would have been useless for covering herself in any way, even if she had dared to try. Her groom eagerly awaited his bride who finally arrived by his side at the end of the catwalk. "Ladies and gentlemen" cried Carol. "I give you the bride and groom !" Debbi blushed furiously, the few accessories she did have about her person serving only to emphasise her virtual nakedness. "You may now kiss the bride" Carol instructed the black youth who did so enthusiastically with his arm around Debbi's waist. His friends all made sure that this scene was immortalised via their cam phones. Debbi's ordeal was still not quite over as Carol kept them out there for yet another round of thanks and applause and what a great evening it had been and so on and so forth.

By the time Debbi got backstage once more, the sanctity of this area had been broken with gangs of students and parents milling around gossiping and congratulating themselves. Debbi took off the little she was wearing with regard to her wedding outfit. All she wanted to do was to get dressed and get home. But her own clothes had disappeared ! She hunted around frantically but could not find them. Everyone was now beginning to notice that the naked star of the show was still naked. Debbi rushed up to Carol. "Carol, I can't find my clothes, has Charlotte done anything with them ?" she asked desperately. "They must be here somewhere, probably got bundled up among all the stock in the confusion" answered Carol unhelpfully. Debbi began to garner even more attention as she bent and rummaged through the boxes and racks. It was the janitor who eventually called to her from the back of the room. "Looking for these ?" He was waving a familiar looking pair of knickers. Debbi could have kissed him as she discovered all her clothes had been thoughtlessly kicked into a corner. She was finally able to begin dressing again in her everyday clothes !

Debbi and the company physical

It had been one of the key HR initiatives driven by Debbi's boss Jeff over the last few months. A new comprehensive private health scheme for all staff, negotiated at a most favourable rate. Debbi's team had been delegated to handle all of the necessary admin and it had been a pre-requisite of the insurance company that all employees undergo a fully documented physical prior to the adoption of the scheme. Today was the deadline for these physicals to have taken place and Debbi's assistant Carol noticed that there was one conspicuous absentee among all the completed forms she was collating. Debbi herself !

Carol strode nonchalantly into Debbi's office. "I don't seem to have your paperwork for the health insurance physical ? Today's the last day remember and they all have to be in." Debbi looked shocked. She had completely forgotten and apart from it being a great scheme and well worth having, she knew the importance that Jeff had attached to it. "Shit, I forgot. Shit, shit, shit ! And my car's in for repair today. And my doctor needs three days notice for non-urgent appointments." She was flustered. "Carol, what can I do ?"

Carol's mind was working overtime. "We only need any qualified doctor to do the physical and tick the boxes. I have a friend who works at the Southbank Clinic. I'll phone and see if I can get you an after hours appointment." "Oh Carol could you ? You'r e star ! But my car ? I won't be able to get over to Southbank." "No problem" said Carol. "I'll give you a lift there and then back home." "I would be sooooo grateful, thanks a lot Carol" answered Debbi.

Carol grinned to herself as she returned to her desk to make arrangements with her friend Laura who was in fact just a receptionist at the clinic and not a doctor. "Yeah, the full works. Really put her through the mill ! And maybe persuade her this company needs some confidential photos for its records ?" Both women laughed.

Carol whispered to her confederate Sally as she left to give Debbi her lift to the clinic. "Tell the gang to keep an eye on their in boxes tonight, there could be some interesting attachments !" As Debbi and Carol arrived at the Southbank Clinic, the car park was rapidly emptying at the end of this working day. Carol kept emphasising to Debbi that her friend the "doctor" was doing her a real favour with this out of hours appointment. They entered the empty echoing corridor and then the equally empty reception, which was in fact the usual domain of Carol's friend Laura who greeted them both. "Thanks again for getting Debbi out of this fix Laura" said Carol. "It is somewhat inconvenient but you pleaded the case so well Carol" replied Laura, who then turned her attention to Debbi. "Go on through to the first consulting room on the left." Then back again to Carol. "You have her paperwork for this scheme I believe ?" Followed by a whisper as Debbi moved out of earshot. "I'll just ask her some questions for the record and then I'll come and get you to "assist" as a witness" "Can you swing that ?" "Leave it to me !"

Debbi was hovering nervously by the doctor's desk. "Take a seat Debbi" said Laura as she entered. "We just have to complete this questionnaire before we get down to business." Laura asked a few routine questions to establish that Debbi was not a diabetic, there was no history of heart decease in her family and so on. "I see from the form that you are single Debbi ? Are you sexually active ?" "Um, well, er, I guess yes, to some extent." "To some extent" repeated Laura. "How many sexual partners have you had in the past year ?" "Er, gosh, um, eight or nine ?" "Eight or nine" repeated Laura sounding surprised. "Don't you know exactly ?" Debbi blushed and hastily recounted. She remembered that African beach vendor in Gran Canaria. "It is nine" she confirmed. Laura gave her a quizzical look. Debbi did not know what to think. Was nine a lot ? Was she being judged ? Laura continued. "Do you always insist on the use of a condom by your partner ?" Debbi did not consider that Laura or the insurance company needed to know about the drunken night in the Canaries with that lad from Manchester. "Yes, most definitely" she answered. "Do you pleasure yourself ?" continued Laura. "Pleasure myself ?" "Masturbate" explained Laura. "Oh, er, yes I do." "How often ? Daily, weekly, less frequently ?" "Most days" answered Debbi. "Do you use any appliances when pleasuring yourself ?".........

.......Debbi was relieved when this intrusive line of enquiry came to an end. "That's all clear now. Please get undressed and we can begin the examination." Debbi looked around for a screen but the room was bare apart from the desk, chair and a couch, so she swiftly disrobed where she was and stood awkwardly in her underwear. "Everything off please" ordered Laura. "Because of the benefits of the scheme, this company is most particular that we carry out a very thorough appraisal." "Is there a gown ?" asked Debbi. "Sorry, because you've come out of hours in the evening, they've all been sent to be laundered ready for the morning." Debbi reluctantly added her bra and knickers to her pile of clothes. "Now, who have you arranged to be your witness ?" demanded Laura.

"Witness ?" asked Debbi incredulously. "Yes" answered Laura, who correctly assumed that Debbi had not bothered to read the small print regarding this scheme, which would enable Laura to lie with impunity. "It was all clearly explained in the small print that because of the exceptional benefits of this scheme, the insurance company required another witness besides the doctor to countersign that all procedures had been properly completed." "Uh, I don't have anyone" replied Debbi, flustered. "Most people bring a spouse or we can have one of the practice nurses stand in" continued Laura. "But of course since you have come out of hours, the nurses have all left." "What can I do ?" asked Debbi as she stood there awkwardly in her naked state. "My friend Carol gave you a lift here I think ? I know Carol's kind nature and I'm sure she would not mind witnessing" replied Laura. "But I can't do that, she works for me for goodness sake !" "Then I guess we have to terminate the process" said Laura with finality.

Debbi was in a complete quandary. She wanted the benefits of this scheme and she did not want to appear stupid in the eyes of her boss Jeff for screwing up this simple admin task that everyone else had evidently accomplished easily. "Alright" she surrendered. "Carol it'll have to be." "Good, now we can continue and the first thing is to get you weighed and measured. I forgot there are no scales in this room, so we'll have to go down the hall." "But I'm naked !" squealed Debbi. "There's nobody here except Carol and she's your witness anyway" said Laura firmly, guiding Debbi to the door.

Carol looked up from her magazine gleefully as the door opened and Laura came out, leading Debbi who was completely in the nude. She quickly pressed the camera shutter on her phone which was lying by her side and hoped it captured some kind of shot. She feigned surprise as Laura explained the situation to her. "But of course. I'll be happy to help Deb out of a fix, especially with this all being so hopelessly last minute." Debbi felt left out of this exchange and dangerously exposed in this public space. The lights were on and the reception had floor to ceiling windows which faced the car park. It was almost empty but there were a couple of other cars still there besides Carol's and presumably Laura's. "We just need to take Debbi down the corridor to be weighed and measured. No need for a witness for that, we'll collect you on the way back and you can join us for the rest of the examination."

"Happy to be of use" said Carol, managing to keep a straight face. She was able to take more time over a photo of Debbi's rear as they headed towards the corridor. She looked at her phone. "Great, those have both come out really well" she thought. "Now let's see." Scroll, attach, select list - Send !

Carol could see that she would have to keep her phone on silent. She was being inundated with texts. OMG !!! - ROFL !! - Where are you ? - What's going on ? Stay tuned for more NSFW developments ! was Carol's round robin reply. Meanwhile Debbi quickly followed Laura down the corridor, glad to be away from the glare of reception but anxious to be back inside the sanctuary of the consulting room. As they turned a corner, Debbi almost tripped over an electric cable. At the other end of the cable was a vacuum cleaner about to be operated by a powerfully built guy of about 30 with cropped hair. "Oh hi Marek" said Laura. "Is it that time already ? We're running a bit late here." Marek's gaze was locked beyond Laura on the naked Debbi. "I leave 'til you finished" offered the Polish cleaning supervisor. "That's OK, don't mind us" answered Laura brightly. "I don't want to hold up your schedule, we just need to use these scales." Debbi was shocked but unable to articulate her concerns in this context. Laura seemed to have the knack of brushing aside any objections. Marek loitered indecisively as Debbi clambered up onto the scales and Laura fiddled with the weights. At least my back is to him thought Debbi but then she had to turn to face him as Laura adjusted the rule that would gauge her height. "Thanks a lot Marek, hope we didn't delay you too much" said Laura airily. "No problem" replied the laconic Marek and indeed it had not been ! "Let's go and collect your witness Debbi" continued Laura, guiding her back down the corridor.

Carol settled herself in the spare chair in the consulting room with Debbi perched on the couch. Laura took soundings of Debbi's heart and also a blood pressure reading. That induction course she had been given prior to starting work as a medical receptionist was coming in handy ! Debbi was asked to cross her legs while Laura tapped her knees to test her reflexes. She blushed to be in Carol's presence as Laura cupped both of her breasts to check for any lumps. All these routine procedures got ticks in the boxes on the company form, alongside the entered height and weight information that had been so embarrassingly obtained. It was at this point that procedures once more began to deviate from the norm. Laura was now confident of being able to ride roughshod over any objections Debbi might raise about what was being asked of her and about Carol's activities and presence. There was always the now familiar mantra that because of the very generous benefits of the scheme, it is necessary... blah, blah, blah.

"So far, so good Debbi" said Laura reassuringly. "Next up we need to take some posture photographs of you." "Photographs ?" shrieked Debbi. "Yes, it's another of the stipulated requirements because of the nature of the scheme. But don't worry, only qualified medical personnel will ever have access to them and then only in the event of a claim. You of all people should know all about the data protection act ?" Suitably cowed by that answer, Debbi failed to register that the device to be used to take these photos was Carol's smart phone. Or to think it odd that Carol was taking the photos while Laura directed Debbi's poses. "OK, stand up straight to attention for all these. Face front. Straight face like a passport photo." Debbi complied and Carol pressed the button, thinking she does keep that neatly trimmed. "Right, now turn to your left and faced the wall." Nice profile thought Carol. Perky tits. "Now turn and face the back wall." Let's get that bum in focus thought Carol. "And one last turn to face in the other direction." Carol was delighted with the crystal clear results. "Great Debbi, as I said that data is fully protected." "Thank you doctor" said Debbi. Carol returned to her chair for the time being. Debbi was preoccupied, her attention on Laura writing on her form. Let's see, thought Carol. Scroll, attach, select list - Send !

Carol was once more the recipient of an avalanche of texts. Alongside the usual text speak expressions of laughter and derision were one liners like "genius", "brilliant", "more, more, more." Carol wasn't certain that she could provide more. The posture pics stunt was the only one she had planned with Laura beforehand. She was not sure what else Laura had up her sleeve for this physical and what chance she might have to sneak some more clandestine shots. Part of the answer to those questions was soon apparent. "I need to take your temperature now Debbi, just hop up on the couch will you and put your bum in the air" said Laura. "Sorry, I don't follow what you mean?" answered Debbi. "Current medical research has established that by far the most accurate temperature reading is a rectal one and the terms of this scheme are quite specific" bluffed Laura. The unhappy Debbi did as she was asked !

A few moments later, she yelped as Laura made the unwelcome insertion. "We just need to keep that there for five minutes in order to get the most accurate reading" said Laura. The delighted Carol was sufficiently out of Debbi's eye line to happily snap a couple of different angles of Debbi with a thermometer sticking out of her asshole and her pussy framed beneath. One side on from where Carol was sitting, with a nice view of tits hanging, and then one from directly behind, after she made an excuse to get up and chat idly with Laura. Scroll, attach, select list - Send !

At this point, there was a knock on the door. Laura went to answer. It was Marek. "I need to empty bins" he explained. "Of course, don't mind us, come in" said Laura. "We've delayed you once this evening already." Debbi squirmed with embarrassment. As luck would have it, the bin was positioned right behind her by the couch. Marek seemed to be having some trouble transferring the waste from the bin into his plastic sack but he finally succeeded. "Thanks a lot Marek" said Laura cheerfully as he left.

"That should give us a good reading by now" she continued, turning her attention back to the unfortunate Debbi. A red faced Debbi quickly resumed a normal sitting position on the edge of the couch as the temperature information was duly entered onto the form. "That all seems normal" reassured Laura. "Now the company is very concerned these days about drug abuse and so what we need from you next Debbi is a urine sample." "But I can't go out to the ladies loo naked with all the cleaners still here" protested Debbi. "That doesn't come into the equation since we both need to witness you giving the sample to ensure it is bona fide and that you haven't switched. We have a potty here just for that purpose !"

Debbi groaned. "This is ridiculous doctor." "It's just a little inconvenience and then you are set up on this super company scheme" answered Laura, handing Debbi the potty. Carol was once more the recipient of dozens of uproarious texts after her thermometer pics. She had to get this latest procedure on video but it was going to be tricky. Then she had an idea that she could be brazen and open about it and still fool Debbi. Debbi meanwhile squatted over the potty. Nothing was happening. "Shall we turn on a tap for you Deb ? You know, a little encouragement ?" "Shut up Carol, it's not funny" responded Debbi. Carol now began pointing her phone at Debbi and setting it to video mode. "Carol, what are you doing ?" shrieked Debbi. "I'm just recording you on the potty and then I'll send it to everyone on the office mailing list" she replied. "Carol !!!" shrieked Debbi, even louder. "Don't be daft you silly cow, as if Id dare do that ! It was a joke to try to spur you into action." They both laughed. "Rotten bitch, you almost fooled me there" said Debbi and finally a long stream of piss began to flow. So long, that she began to fear it would never stop. Carol caught it all perfectly in high quality vision and with appropriate sound effects ! Let's see; scroll, attach, select list - Send !

Debbi presented her fresh sample to Laura. "Good girl, we're making progress." "How much longer doctor ?" asked Debbi. "A couple more procedures only. I took your blood pressure earlier at rest. I have to take it again to see how it reads under stress, so I need you to do a short exercise routine. Can you do squat thrusts ?" Debbi did workout a couple of times a week and so she answered in the affirmative. "Great, give me twenty then" said Laura. Debbi lowered herself and then began pumping her legs vigorously. Carol began recording again and went around behind Debbi to film the rear view. "Just getting a good angle for all your fans" she "joked". Debbi took this in good part. "Stop it Carol, you'll make me laugh." She completed her thrusts and then Laura asked her to do some star jumps. Debbi leapt enthusiastically as Carol filmed. "Still filming Deb" she "teased". Debbi laughed at the joke. "While you're doing that we can test your balance and mobility too Debbi" suggested Laura. "Can you gradually turn a full circle while still doing the star jumps ?" Debbi obeyed. "Wonderful, you can stop now. That should have got the blood pumping. Let's take another pressure reading " said Laura. Carol also relaxed in her chair. Scroll, attach, select list - Send !

"Video and sound, incredible !!!", "How are you fooling her ???", "Debbi pissing ROFLMAO !", "OMG,OMG,OMG !!!". Carol happily scrolled through her latest texts while Laura filled in a few more details on Debbi's form and then said "We're almost finished Debbi but from your answers to the earlier questionnaire, it seems that you have quite a lively sex life and so we just need to check that everything is OK down there." "What has she been up to doctor ?" asked Carol, laughing. "Nothing" answered Debbi defensively. "Patient confidentiality" smiled Laura, knowing full well that she would forward a copy of the questionnaire to Carol later with all the juicy details ! "Hop up on the couch Debbi and put your feet in the stirrups" she continued. Debbi had got used to Carol being there to some extent but she was still a little embarrassed by this ultimate exposure.

Once Debbi was in position and comfortable, Laura was about to begin when an intercom buzzed from her desk. "Urgent delivery for the clinic" said an Afro-Caribbean voice. "OK, I'll be right out" said Laura. "Sorry Debbi, it won't take a minute but we're expecting some samples back from the lab. Goodness knows why they've come so late." Carol had been wondering how she was going to get a good shot of Debbi spreadeagled in the stirrups, since her chair was not set at a favourable angle for that. But this was her chance. Using the same brazen tactic that had been so successful, she got up and walked over to Debbi to take a high definition perfectly focused shot. "One more for your fans Deb !" she "joked." Debbi laughed. "You are awful Carol, stop winding me up ! But seriously, thanks for arranging this at such short notice, I was in a jam." "I know it's been a little embarrassing for you" conceded Carol insincerely "But we're all girls together and I went through the same for my physical" she lied. "Though admittedly I had the nurse for my witness" she added. "One more shot for your fans Deb, big smile and peace signs !" laughing once more, Debbi provided yet another memorable memento.

As Carol went to sit down again, Laura returned with a large package which she set on the desk. She left the door wide open and a large black guy peered in. "Doctor !" shrieked Debbi. "Sorry Debbi" replied Laura airily. "I just have to get the official clinic stamp for this guy's paperwork." After what seemed like an age to the now red faced Debbi, the stamp was found in the desk drawer and the paperwork duly completed. Laura finally peeled on her rubber gloves, found her torch and began rummaging around in Debbi's extremities as Debbi stared passively at the ceiling, just wanting this all to be over. Carol could not really see any way that she could gatecrash this procedure but she was content with the two stellar pics she had just obtained. Let's see; scroll, attach, select list - Send !

"Right, we're about done Debbi" announced Laura. "I'll just get Carol to countersign as witness and we'll leave you to get dressed, respect your privacy." "Thank you doctor" replied Debbi, not noticing the irony in the last remark. Carol and Laura left the consulting room and then fell into each others arms laughing. "That could not have gone any better, thanks so much Laura" said Carol. "I had no idea about Marek and the delivery guy, they were icing on the cake" continued Laura. "Look, here's her sex life questionnaire, quite a dark horse our Debbi !" "Do you want copies of the stuff I shot ?" asked Carol. "Why not" answered Laura. "But for god's sake don't let any of it get out too much or we're both out of a job !" "I'm just texting the others now. I've arranged a meet up tonight and I'll make that clear" reassured Carol.

Debbi and Carol walked back to Carol's car. "What a performance" sighed Debbi. "I didn't quite expect all that ! But thanks again for setting it all up for me Carol. I'm sorry you've had to hang around all this time like that though." "Really, it was no trouble at all" replied Carol truthfully. "I'd better check my phone" said Debbi. "Good, no messages." Praise be thought Carol, as she saw that her incoming texts were still steadily mounting up. She sent a group reply, meet up in the pub tonight at eight.

Later in the pub, Carol was basking in the attention from the excited group of recipients. She had emphasised the possible consequences for herself and Laura if the material had too wide a circulation but fortunately, nobody had done anything stupid with the photos or videos. "Honestly" said Carol, "we were so lucky ! All I had hoped to get were those posture pics. That's all I'd discussed with Laura. But the rest all kind of fell into place. Then I got greedy and wanted it all for you when I saw how much you were all enjoying them. So the gamble I took paid off big time. I thought, why not tell her exactly what I was doing but then pretend I was joking and of course I am not doing it really. She totally fell for it !"

The group of colleagues were falling about laughing as they reviewed the photos and footage once more, all eager to tell their favourites. "Those first couple of pics with her being dragged out into reception in the nude were amazing enough on their own. I didn't dream that would only be the start !" "Who'd expect to see their boss pee into a potty !" "Or to watch her doing naked star jumps !" "Or flashing peace signs with her twat fully on display !"

"Oh, before I forget" interrupted Carol. "Here's her answers to a questionnaire about her sex life. When she had that holiday in the Canaries, she was shagging some African bloke selling tat on the beach ! And there's all her 'bating habits detailed too !" She handed round the copies. "Next time she's being an annoying boss, you can all compensate by imaging her naked. But now you won't need to imagine !" They all collapsed into laughter.


Debbi was enjoying a quiet and productive afternoon in her office when Jeff walked in. "I've just had the insurance company on the phone about the new health care plan. There's a problem with your paperwork and they need you to take another physical." "Oh what ! For goodness sake !" cried an irritated Debbi, remembering the hassle and indignities she had suffered to get the original form completed. "Can't they just send the form back to the doctor for correction ?" she asked. "Apparently not. You're just going to have to take another one." "Crap !" Debbi cursed. Jeff smiled. "Don't worry, it shouldn't be too much bother. It's not just you, there's a problem with Carol's form as well. So I've arranged for the company doctor to come here and examine you both to make it easy." "Not in the office ?" Debbi wondered, alarmed. "I've booked the meeting room, Carol's organising it all. It'll be perfectly private with the blinds down" Jeff reassured her. "It's booked in for Friday afternoon."

Debbi was not best pleased but it seemed as if Jeff was trying to make it as simple and painless as possible and Carol would be in the same boat. "What a bummer eh ?" said Carol entering the office as Jeff left. "Tell me about it" said Debbi. "You know what I went through the last time !" Don't I just, thought Carol ! "It's OK, I have it all organised, the meeting room's ideal. I'll go first and then come to collect you" she said. What Debbi did not know, was that Carol had deliberately inserted inaccuracies in the two reports in order to necessitate the second medical. She was happy to submit to another one herself, since she had a plan to cause maximum exposure and embarrassment for Debbi involving the timer controlling the automated blinds !

Carol was getting dressed, secure behind the full length steel shuttered blinds that shielded her from the gaze of the busy corridor and open plan office that lay just the other side of the meeting room windows. The meeting room itself was sparsely furnished, just two large tables pushed together and a few chairs. The company doctor was seated at one of these , finishing off the completion of Carol's form. She was not in the best of moods, having to make this special visit to examine these two employees and then finding less than ideal facilities in the meeting room. "Thank you doctor" said Carol. "I need to go out and wash my hands since there's no sink here. Send Debbi along please." replied the doctor. Before doing that, Carol examined the automatic timing remote for opening and closing the blinds electronically. Twenty minutes, she set. It wasn't an exact science but it had a fighting chance of causing maximum embarrassment !

Debbi was pleased to see the sign on the meeting room door, 'No admittance. Examination in progress'. Sadly, this notice was to fall to the floor as the doctor closed the door on her return. At least that is what Carol would claim later ! "Ah, Debbi is it ?" asked the doctor on returning from the rest room. "Yes doctor" said Debbi. "Well, I've no idea what they did wrong last time and the facilities here are not ideal but we'd better get started." The doctor sounded annoyed. I don't want to be here either, Debbi thought, don't blame me. "Undress completely, you'll just have to leave your clothes on a chair." Debbi had kind of hoped that she might not have to disrobe completely this time but that was not to be the case.

Jeff had at least arranged for scales and measuring equipment to be obtained for the day and so the doctor was able to carry out these procedures and check the results. Debbi answered the routine health questions, relieved that there was not the intense scrutiny of her sex life that had been deemed to be necessary at the earlier examination. It also seemed that her blood pressure was only going to be taken at rest. " Do you need me to do any physical exercises now ?" she had asked. "What on earth for ?" had been the reply. "Hop up on the table on all fours now please. I have to take your temperature." "Can't you just take it orally ?" Debbi asked hopefully. "Sorry, but it was taken rectally last time and I have to be consistent" the doctor answered sadistically. So there was the naked Debbi, perched on the table on all fours with a thermometer sticking out of her bum, when the door to the meeting room burst open !

Debbi felt a lurch in the pit of her stomach. She was perched naked on all fours on top of a table with a thermometer sticking out of her bum and now the door was opening to partially expose her to the outside world ! "What do you think you're doing ?" cried the doctor. "Didn't you see the notice on the door ?" "What notice ?" replied a woman belligerently. It was Karen, the HR manager. "And what to you think you are doing ? I've got this room booked for a meeting with this party of students I'm showing round" she continued. These students were all trying to peer around Karen at what seemed to be a very interesting and unexpected spectacle within !

The doctor was in no mood to take this confusion lightly. She was already irritated having been dragged here for this trivial task and then being confronted with inadequate facilities. She confronted Karen. "The notice that says no admittance because of an examination." "There's no notice on the door at all" was Karen's riposte as she opened the door even wider to demonstrate. "Will somebody please close the door ?" cried Debbi pitifully, only serving to bring more attention to her from a growing crowd of curious onlookers wondering what all the fuss was about. At least she was partially shielded by the bodies of the two alpha females who were locking horns in the doorway, neither willing to back down !

"Well there was a notice" the doctor claimed. "Carol" she called " What happened to the notice ?" Carol had decided to make herself scarce and watch from around the corner in the corridor. "Notice or no notice, I still have the room booked anyway" asserted Karen. "Nonsense, Jeff specifically called me in this afternoon on this fool's errand and allocated this room between three and four thirty." "But it was Jeff's department I made the booking with, from three thirty to five." The women continued to bicker.

"Will somebody please close the door ?" Debbi was frozen in place. She wasn't confident of prising the thermometer free herself and didn't want to risk the wrath of the clearly infuriated doctor by doing so. Plus, the room offered precious little shelter where she could hide herself in any case. Once again, her plea was ignored as the women argued. "Let's get Jeff here then, he can sort out the mess his department's made" said Karen. "Fine" agreed the doctor. "Though there's no way I'm giving up this room until I'm finished." Suddenly behind Debbi, there was the ominous sound of gears crunching, metal scraping and machinery bursting into life. Slowly and inexorably, the blinds shielding the full length windows began their unstoppable ascent towards the ceiling !

The horrified Debbi was frozen in place on the table as the unstoppable ascent of the binds exposed her fully to the outside world. The happy members of her team looked on from their seats in the open plan office, as their naked boss was revealed on all fours on the conference table with a thermometer stuck in her ass ! That ass was positioned facing the watching crowd and a red faced Debbi could not resist the urge to look over her shoulder and take in the shocked and amused faces.

While this was going on, Karen the HR manager had stormed off to find Jeff and make him adjudicate in the great double booking controversy. Her temporary departure had made it easier for the students she was escorting to see into the room and view Debbi and they were eagerly taking that opportunity. "Doctor can you take the thermometer out so that I can get dressed ?" Debbi risked irritating the enraged medic. The doctor barked back at her "Wait !" then as an after thought, "What's happened to these blinds ?" Word had somehow got around the company and various members of staff from other departments were finding excuses to visit Debbi's team on some spurious work errand !

Karen returned with Jeff who was taken aback to see his team leader so starkly and publicly revealed. But he first had to deal diplomatically with the feuding females over who had the right to the meeting room. Carol appeared to apologise and to explain that the two bookings for the room had been taken either side of the change from winter to summer daylight saving time, hence the clash and confusion. "I'm sorry Karen but since the doctor is part way through her examination, I think the best solution is if you take the students to the canteen for twenty minutes while the doctor finishes up with Debbi" decided Jeff. "Is that long enough doctor ?" The doctor reluctantly agreed that it was and Karen reluctantly agreed to the change in her schedule.

All this time, Debbi had been fully exposed to the public scrutiny of what seemed to be like half the company. "Can somebody please fix these blinds ?" she wailed, as the students began to depart with Karen to the canteen. Jeff tried hard to conceal his grin. "Yes, what's happened with these blinds ? Can you fix them Carol ? Give Debbi a little privacy ?" "It's the timer" Carol responded. "Once it's activated a change, it locks in place and can't be reset for half an hour." "Well I'm certainly not coming back another time to finish this off" asserted the disgruntled doctor. "OK" said Jeff "You'll just have to finish the exam with things as they are. I'll tell everyone that they are not to look !" "Jeff !" protested Debbi. "Sorry Debbi, but we can't waste any more time over this" answered her boss, stifling her protests !

After pacifying the doctor to some extent, Jeff left the meeting room to address the team. "As you can see, we have a problem with the blinds to the meeting room" he began, pointing and thus bringing Debbi to everyone's attention, which he was ostensibly supposed to be trying to avoid ! Not that there was any need to highlight her predicament, everyone was only too aware. "The doctor still has to complete Debbi's examination, so I'm asking you all to be adult about this and to respect their privacy and not look at what is going on inside. I'm sure you all have plenty of work to do." The team all agreed that of course, they would desist from watching events in the meeting room !

"That should do it doctor" he finished up. "Thank you Jeff " replied the doctor, closing the door which at this point seemed a rather superfluous gesture ! The doctor made her way over to the traumatised Debbi, who remained naked on all fours on the table with a thermometer stuck up her anus ! "Let's try and get this over with" the doctor resumed, extracting the thermometer. "Damn" she exclaimed "It's got dislodged somehow, I can't trust this reading, I'll need to take another." "Oh no" complained Debbi. "Don't blame me" the doctor rebuked her. "It's your department screwing things up. You might like to shift position so that your backside's not winking at the outside world" she continued tartly. Debbi shifted her position to be parallel with the window as the doctor inserted the thermometer yet again. "Give it five minutes" she said, turning to her paperwork.

Debbi hung her head, trying to resist the urge to look out into the office at her team. She did not for a minute believe that they would be taking any notice of Jeff's instruction not to look and she was right about that. The team were all staring happily at the scene and had been busy contacting friends in other departments of the company so that the corridor outside the room was becoming a busy thoroughfare !

The doctor was satisfied with the second reading from the thermometer and instructed Debbi to stand. "Are we finished doctor ?" asked Debbi hopefully. "A couple more things, I need to do a breast examination" answered the doctor. Debbi stood erect as the doctor weighed each breast in her hands and felt thoroughly for any irregularities. "Good, that's all fine" she announced. Debbi found it difficult to be as pleased with this verdict as she would have been under different circumstances. Against her better judgement, she allowed her eyes to flick to the office beyond the window and sure enough, she saw an array of engrossed faces gazing back at her.

"The last thing that I need is a urine sample" the doctor said, handing Debbi a beaker. "Doctor, I can't do that with everyone watching" Debbi protested. The doctor unexpectedly slapped Debbi's behind hard. Debbi yelped. "I've just about had it with this afternoon" the doctor raised her voice so that it carried outside the room. "Now get on with it, you heard Jeff tell them not to look." The defeated Debbi accepted the beaker and squatted. Initially, her body responded to the extreme embarrassment by refusing to perform but then, once things began to flow, there was a danger that the stream would never stop, causing a grave risk of spillage ! The entire office was aware of the degrading act.

Handing Debbi a tissue with which to wipe herself and content with the quality of the sample, the doctor still made Debbi sit naked on the chair while she completed filling in the form. At long last, she announced to Debbi that she could get dressed. The team was disappointed that the show was ending, though the women retained an interest in seeing Debbi's choice of underwear as she put it back on. Emerging red faced from the scene of her disgrace, Debbi just wanted to hide in her office for the remainder of the afternoon but Carol wished to prolong the agony. "Oh there you are Debbi" she called. "We wondered where you had got too. Can we just have your opinion on this problem ?" Debbi had no choice but to go and interact with her team, who had just seen her fully naked and urinating into a beaker !

Debbi at Halloween

The company was going from strength to strength. The team building exercises had resulted in a happy and productive team. The team members now knew each other much better and they certainly knew their boss Debbi a lot better. Every inch of her in fact ! Debbi was pleased with the work being produced. The bikini car wash had been a bit embarrassing but she remained blissfully unaware of exactly how much exposure she had suffered in the other escapades, such as the jet skiing and the hypnosis show.

A few months had passed uneventfully before Jeff said "I think it's about time we had another social evening for the team Deb." "Everyone seems happy enough, morale's still good. And it's not so easy to think of activities at this time of the year" she replied. "We don't want to be complacent though and let things slide" Jeff persisted. "What about paint balling, that doesn't need great weather ?" he continued. Debbi wasn't keen. "Or Halloween's coming up. Maybe we can arrange something around that theme ?" Jeff persevered. This seemed a little easier to Debbi. "OK, I'll see what the guys think about doing something around Halloween if they don't already have their own functions to go to" she agreed.

Debbi discussed the idea with Carol and Simon. "Sounds good to me" Simon commented. "Maybe we can revert to being kids and go trick or treating for charity or something ?" Carol suggested. "Then go clubbing ?" "Can I leave it to you to organise Carol ?" asked Debbi. "I've got a lot on work wise." "Sure, I can do that" Carol replied, already thinking about how she could arrange things so that Debbi had a lot less on costume wise !

Debbi had been far too busy with work to spot any pattern in her recent misadventures. She had put most of them quickly out of her mind in any case. Thus it was that she had no qualms about allocating to Carol the task of selecting her Halloween costume ! In the interests of team building and of raising the company's charitable profile, Jeff had given the team the afternoon off for Halloween. In return, they were to dress in their costumes and embark on an adult trick or treat style expedition collecting charity donations. Starting within the company itself and then expanding out to the neighbouring offices and business units before finishing in the shopping mall. They would then return with what they had managed to collect, before hitting the bars and clubs for a fun evening.

Debbi had been engrossed in her work and had not noticed the time when a witch appeared in her office. The said witch was Carol, already in costume. "You're not ready then Deb ?" Carol said . "Goodness, I forgot" Debbi replied. "Good job I got your costume, I'll wait outside with the others while you get changed" Carol laughed. "What am I ?" Debbi asked. "A Christmas elf" Carol answered. "But it's only October 31st !" "That's near enough and it's still fancy dress" said Carol, smirking.

There did not seem to be much substance to the contents of the bag containing Debbi's costume. Putting to one side the strange feeling of disrobing in her own office, she stripped to her underwear and began taking the garments out of the bag. That didn't take long ! Green was definitely the colour of the day. There was a pair of green tights, a skimpy tunic, pointy elf boots and a floppy hat with a bell. In truth, the outfit came with a short green skirt too but, unknown to Debbi, Carol had deemed this to be surplus to requirements ! Debbi's heart sank a little. She knew it was fancy dress but she had hoped not to look too ridiculous or to be flashing too much flesh. This outfit threatened to be both sexy and ridiculous at the same time !

Debbi's own underwear that day comprised a simple white lacy thong and matching bra. She pulled on the green nylon tights, which became more and more diaphanous as she stretched them up her legs, over her knickers and around her waist. The white knickers showed clearly and incongruously, not to mention her bare bum in the thong ! Debbi hoped that the tunic would be long enough to cover her knickers but she discovered that it was more like a simple waistcoat that left her bottom half uncovered apart from the tights. To make matters worse, it looked awful with her unsightly bra straps plainly visible.

The bra has to go she thought, taking it off and depositing it with her other clothes on the desk. Seeing her knickers through her tights wasn't a great look either but she certainly wasn't going commando ! Why didn't the costume come with green briefs ? "Hurry up Deb, we're all waiting" cried Carol from the corridor. Debbi hastily donned her pixie boots and floppy cap. Her one hope now was that she wasn't the only one in such a revealing costume !

Debbi steeled herself to leave the office. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the shaded window. Even such an imperfect reflection clearly showed her white knickers beneath the thin green tights. And she was no more comforted by the thought of the rear view of the thong ! Oh well, at least I've got good legs, she allowed herself. Her hopes that she might not be the only one in a revealing costume were dashed when she joined the team in the corridor. That they were a team was obvious, since all members of both sexes wore long black flowing witches or warlock outfits with 'scary' face makeup and pointed hats. The skimpily attired elf stood out like a sore thumb !

"Great outfit Deb" complimented Carol's cohort Sandra. "It would have been better with green knickers though maybe ?" she continued, drawing everyone's attention to Debbi's knickers if they were not already focused on them ! "I didn't know what costume Carol was getting" was Debbi's lame response. "And why's my costume different from everyone else ?" "We thought the boss should stand out from the crowd" answered Carol unconvincingly. "But an elf doesn't lead the witches" Debbi objected. "Details, details" shrugged Carol. "Let's get Jeff to start the contributions to our collection."

Jeff pretended to be alarmed. "Blimey, you lot are frightening. Well, apart from Deb perhaps. Great costume choice though Deb" he said, looking her up and down. "A pity it didn't come with green knickers possibly ?" "I didn't know what costume Carol was getting." They continued their variation on trick or treating through the rest of the IT department and also accounts. Carol made Debbi do their pitch for contributions and she was beginning to feel more and more conspicuous. She was complimented on her pointy shoes and floppy hat but sensed more eyes focused on her knickers. Jeff arranged a group photo for the company magazine with Debbi posed out front.

The gang headed upstairs to the HR department. Debbi approached Karen the HR manager to explain their mission. "I must congratulate you all on the effort you've put into your costumes" said Karen amid laughter from the other girls in her department. "Especially you Debbi. The hat and bootees are divine but what a shame there weren't green knickers to go under those tights !" "I didn't know what costume Carol was getting."

"We've made a great start" said Carol, who along with Sandra was taking care of the collection. "Now we're going round the neighbouring offices and units. I did call them all up and ask if it would be OK." They made their way past Gilbert at the security desk. "What a scary bunch !" he laughed. "Well, apart from the boss. Give us a twirl Debbi." Undecided whether to curse at the lecherous old guard or just ignore him, in the end Debbi complied and turned a quick circle. "Cute little bum" he remarked, continuing "I'm no fashion expert but I think green knickers might look better ?" "I didn't know what costume Carol was getting" repeated an irritated Debbi !

The team made a colourful entourage as they invaded the neighbouring offices and units with their version of trick or treat, brightening up a dull afternoon. Carol made sure that Debbi the elf was constantly pushed to the fore to make the pitch for contributions. This was invariably accompanied by the men complimenting her on her costume and the women remarking that it would look so much better with green knickers. "Are those Victoria's Secret's ?" asked one woman loudly about Debbi's own thong. "Fig leaf" Debbi replied. "How appropriate !" answered the woman cattily, to loud laughter. "I'm getting fed up with people saying things about my knickers" Debbi complained to Carol. "Maybe you should go commando ?" her assistant suggested. "Not a chance, not in these tights" Debbi resisted. She received particularly raucous attention when they made their way to the car repair shop at the end of the row of business units. The mechanics all cheered as Debbi was placed on the mechanical hoist from which to make her pitch !

The charity collection was going well and they headed next to the shopping mall. The group soon attracted a youthful following. Debbi felt ridiculous in her outfit with elf shoes and hat, not to mention the attention that her legs, ass and knickers were attracting ! The local branch of the bar chain Ooh Good, It's Poet's Day, was organising a best costume contest on an improvised platform outside the bar. "Go and enter Deb" urged Carol. "It'll be good publicity for our collection." Debbi was extremely reluctant but was pressured into it when Sandra also agreed to enter in her witch's costume.

Quite a crowd had gathered as the contestants were paraded. Apart from Debbi and Sandra, the contestants seemed to all be regulars from the bar. Young girls kitted out as sexy nurses, superheroes, French maids and so on. The compere at length announced the decision. "Although it's not quite yet the season, and although we all agree the costume might have looked better with green knickers, we've decided that the winner is Debbi, the cheeky Christmas elf ! Give us a twirl Debbi. Cheeky !" he cried as her bum, bare beneath the green tights, was exposed to the crowd. The other contestants looked on glumly and enviously. "Who does she think she is, flashing her knickers at everybody ?" one said to her friends resentfully. "Stuck up cow !"

Debbi rebelled. She had done her bit for team building for the day. The collection was a success, she had even put up with that stupid contest and won meal vouchers for the team. She wasn't going to spend all evening clubbing. "I'm going home" she told Carol. "Oh why ? It won't be the same without you" protested Carol. "I don't feel like spending the next six or seven hours in this costume" Debbi explained. "But you look fabulous" Carol countered. "Thanks, but I just feel ridiculous and exposed and I'm cold as well" said Debbi. For once, the normally persistent Carol gave up. She hadn't formulated any concrete plan to embarrass Debbi during the night club part of proceedings and was content with the fun she had already had, parading Debbi around rival companies and through the town.

They all accompanied Debbi back to the office with the intention of dropping off the charity collection. The office was securely locked however, and there was no sign of Gilbert. "I bet he's skived off to the pub, god knows when he'll be back" remarked Carol. "Great, I'm going to have to go home dressed as a sodding elf !" moaned Debbi. "At least you've got all your keys this time, not like the jet skiing !" laughed Carol. Debbi cringed at the memory. "OK, give me the collection. I'll keep it safe in the car boot and bring it in tomorrow." She loaded the laden bucket into the back of the car. "Have a great time" she called, as the others all departed for their night on the town. She suddenly felt lonely and vulnerable but was still pleased to have got out of going with them.

As she drove off, Debbi noticed that the fuel warning light was on. The prospect of pulling into a filling station wasn't that appealing but a few more people seeing her looking like an idiot wouldn't make much difference and they would know it was Halloween and so make allowances ! She pulled onto the forecourt of the nearest garage and began filling up. "Where's the party love ?" called a gang of noisy young men in a car at the adjacent pump. "No party" answered Debbi. "I've been trick or treating and I'm now on my way home." "What a waste, come with us, we'll show you a good time !" "Too tired" laughed Debbi as she made her way inside to pay. The lads from the car followed her. "At least pose for a few photos with us, that's too good an outfit not to show it off !" They took it in turns crowding around Debbi for photos. "A pity the outfit didn't come with green knickers" commented the fashion expert in the group. "I didn't know what costume they were getting for me" said an irritated Debbi as she joined the queue waiting to pay.

Debbi heard some childish giggling behind her and then felt and heard a loud slap on her exposed behind, covered only by the green tights. "Ouch" cried an outraged Debbi, turning to see a gleeful four year old scampering back to hide behind her father ! "Sorry" the grinning man apologised. "It was too tempting a target for her !" Debbi couldn't be angry with the child. "I didn't know my assistant was getting this stupid costume for me" she explained, detailing to the father what had occurred and flirting gently with the man until his wife, who had been paying at the counter, whisked him and the child away in annoyance. "What were you talking to that hussy for ?" Debbi heard the woman complain.

There was just one further unwelcome encounter left for Debbi that evening. She parked in front of her neat house to find her neighbour at his door, dealing out chocolate to a bunch of young demons. He had been looking at Debbi in a different light since the bikini car wash and was delighted to have this opportunity to engage her in conversation while she was once more scantily clad ! Debbi couldn't be rude and so explained why she was dressed as she was and how the charity event had unfolded. "I would have thought the costume would have come with green knickers though ?" her neighbour said, as he studied Debbi's thong that he had often seen hanging on her washing line. These bloody knickers she thought, for the final time that day !

Debbi at Christmas

Debbi stood nonplussed in her office. She could not believe that Carol had managed to get her into this ridiculous Christmas elf costume for a second time ! But Jeff had been displeased at reports coming back from the Halloween team building exercise which suggested that, after a promising start, Debbi had been something of a party pooper by heading off home early and not joining the others in going clubbing. Debbi was peeved that Jeff seemed to place as much emphasise on these extra-curricular activities as he did on her actual management skills. But he had made it clear that he expected her full participation in sending the team off on their Christmas break in a happy holiday frame of mind.

Carol had been charged with organising a Secret Santa event for the afternoon of December 23rd and she had procured a Santa outfit for Jeff. It had been sprung on Debbi at the last moment that she was to accompany him as his elf assistant. Hence she had come to work unprepared and wearing skimpy white lace knickers as her underwear. She looked down forlornly to see that as before, they were plainly visible beneath the fully stretched green tights which were all she was wearing below the waist ! The remainder of the outfit was the same tight green bodice with nothing underneath, pointy red bootees and an elf hat topped with a bell. She gritted her teeth and steeled herself to step out of the sanctuary of her office where she had got changed, to make the desired spectacle of herself in front of her co-workers !

The waiting team greeted the appearance of Debbi carrying her sack of presents with whoops of appreciation. "White knickers again I see Deb" called Sandra, drawing everyone's attention to the clearly visible underwear beneath the green tights. This immediately riled Debbi. "I wasn't bloody expecting to have to dress up in this outfit again today" she protested. "Now, now Deb. That's not very festive is it ?" admonished Carol, who began to oversee proceedings. "You all know how Secret Santa has worked" she continued. "We all drew a secret name at random and have bought a present anonymously for that person. Deb's going to deliver all these personally from the sack. We have a new rule this year that if anyone is bought an item of clothing, they have to put it on and model it for us !" This was greeted by much laughter. "Whose idea was that ?" Debbi wanted to know. "Jeff's" lied Carol. "He thought it would add to the party atmosphere." Debbi rolled her eyes. "OK, let's get going."

Debbi proceeded to withdraw presents from the sack and had to walk over to each recipient and wait while they unwrapped their token gift. All male eyes were drawn to her peachy rear when it was turned towards them, clad as it was in just the green tights over her thong style knickers. Most of the gifts were mundane and unremarkable until Stew unwrapped a pair of reindeer patterned boxers to cheers and wolf whistles from the women in the team. "You've got to model these for us Stew" cried Carol. Debbi interjected. "I don't think that's in order here Carol." "Oh come on, don't be a spoilsport again" said Sandra. "It's cool with me but I'm going to the gents to put them on" responded Stew.

Debbi was out voted and there was much merriment and teasing as the extrovert Stew returned wearing the novelty underwear ! A few more presents were given out before Debbi exclaimed "This one's mine." The team all watched expectantly as she undid the Christmas packaging. She could tell that it was material of some sort but was ill prepared for what she did pull out and hold up for inspection, to the accompaniment of loud roars of approval. "No way" she shook her head in response to the immediate clamour of "Try it on !"

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport Deb" urged Carol, who had of course been the anonymous purchaser of Debbi's Secret Santa gift after having manipulated the draw. "Stew modelled his boxers" she continued. "But they look no different to a pair of football shorts. If I wear this, you'll see all my bits" Debbi argued. She was furious but tried to play it cool and shrug off the unreasonable demands of the team as they continued to chant "Try it on !"

"I really am sorry guys but there are things I just have to finish before we break for the holidays. You can give out the rest Carol" she said, thrusting the bag at her assistant, whose turn it now was to be furious given the apparent thwarting of her scheme.

Back in her office, Debbi threw the offending garment onto her desk. And what was it that had presented such a problem ? A full length fishnet body stocking, which from the size of the mesh would have left nothing to the imagination ! She had just finished getting out of the skimpy and revealing elf costume and back into her work clothes when a flushed and angry looking Jeff entered the office.

"Carol tells me you've totally ruined the holiday atmosphere and are sending everyone off on a complete downer" he upbraided her. "What, because I refused to parade around like a stripper ?" Debbi retorted, holding up the flimsy piece of material that constituted Santa's present. "If I didn't know better, I'd think all these team building exercises were just an excuse to get my clothes off" she speculated. "Don't kid yourself, nobody's that interested" lied Jeff, in a way that was nevertheless hurtful to Debbi. "They haven't gone home yet. There's still time to rectify the situation. I want you outside showing how good you look in your present in five minutes flat, or it isn't going to be very pleasant coming back to work in the new year" he threatened !

As soon as Jeff had closed the door to her office, Debbi hurriedly took off the work clothes she had only just put on again after divesting herself of the ridiculous elf costume. Quickly naked, she took up her gift from the Secret Santa. Her mind hadn't yet begun to run in the direction of trying to guess who had bought the thing for her. Time was too pressing. Jeff had given her five minutes to put it on before going out to model it for her colleagues.

How was a person supposed to get into the thing ? She had never worn such a garment before. Obviously, you had to start with the feet she told herself, treat it like you would a pair of tights, just a pair that stretched even higher up the body. Sitting on a chair, she managed to get both of her feet into the legs of the bodysuit and began to work it up her legs. Her first priority was to get it on, before she could begin to start panicking about how revealing it was. By the time it was bunched around her waist, she could struggle to get her arms through the shoulder straps and hoick the rest of the thing up and over her tits. It was on !

Debbi looked down. She was horrified to see the mesh of the fishnet had widened considerably as it had stretched over her body but worse that that, she now realised that the thing was crotch-less ! She had expected a modesty panel over that region at least. She would have to take the bloody thing off again and put her knickers back on but how long would that take and how much time did she have ? Too long and no time were the answer, as the door opened and Carol walked in. Oh this is too good, Carol thought. The stupid cow's put it on without underwear ! "Time's up Deb, we're all waiting." "But I've got to put knickers on first Carol" Debbi protested. "Oh, no need for that. You look fine as it is and we're all friends here and all broad minded" laughed Carol, grabbing Debbi by the hand and dragging her out the door !

Debbi began to resist Carol dragging her towards the door. "I can't go out without knickers Carol, it won't take a second, I can put them on over the top of this thing." Carol was having none of that, by now she was at the door. "Ew no Deb, that's gross, such a bad look. You look great as it is." She threw the door open. "Hey everyone, Deb's trying to make us wait while she puts her knickers on but I told her we don't mind, do we guys ?" "Noooo" they chorused loudly ! "We've all seen your knickers today Deb, we don't need to know what they look like" called Sandra, laughing.

By now Debbi had been hauled through the door, to whoops of appreciation. "See, much better, this is how it's designed to be worn" cried Carol, pointing at Debbi's exposed pussy in the crotch-less catsuit and directing all eyes to focus on that, as if much encouragement were needed ! "Much better, much cleaner look" agreed Sandra, also pointing. Debbi could feel her clit coming out to play and her erect nipples had already found convenient holes in the fishnet material through which to poke. "Who's the lucky man who's going to see you wearing this Deb ?" shouted one of the other girls in the team. "Nobody" wailed Debbi. "You're all seeing it already" she complained, to the delight of her staff.

"Let's see the back view Deb" said Carol and without thinking, Debbi turned around. Wolf whistles and cries of 'nice bum' ensued. "We wanted to wait for you before we finished" continued Carol slyly, thrusting the sack of remaining Secret Santa goodies at Debbi. The erotic cut of the catsuit only served to accentuate Debbi's almost complete exposure as she reluctantly paraded about the office, distributing those gifts that were left and standing around awkwardly as the recipients took their time unwrapping the packages and discussing the contents. Jeff poked his head around the door to check how things were going and Carol gave him a thumbs up. She was well satisfied with the success of her plan !

All of the Secret Santa presents had finally been given out but just as Debbi thought that she might be able to sneak back to her office and get dressed, Jeff returned. "OK team, we have another Christmas surprise for you" he announced. "Head on down to the canteen, all the other departments are waiting already. We've arranged a slap up Christmas dinner for all the staff and the managers and heads of departments are all going to serve you as waiters and waitresses !" This news was greeted with a great cheer. "There'll be wine as well" Jeff continued.

"Come on Deb, we need your help as a waitress too. Debbi made a move towards her office. "I need to get changed first Jeff" she cried. "No time for that, we're the last department and are late already" Jeff insisted. "Well let me put my knickers on at least" Debbi tried desperately. "You and those bloody knickers you're so proud of" laughed Sandra derisively. "Here" said Carol. "You can have your elf hat !" She plonked this on Debbi's head and began to usher her towards the canteen.

"You're fine as you are Deb" Jeff assured her. "All the managers will look silly with a Santa hat. It's all about boosting morale and showing the staff a side of their management they don't normally see" he concluded. "And they'll certainly see a side of you they haven't seen before Deb" said Carol, to the amusement of all but Debbi !

Debbi couldn't believe that she was heading to the staff canteen to face the entire company dressed only in a crotch-less fishnet body stocking that left nothing to the imagination ! She tottered along in her heels among her management colleagues who insisted that they looked silly too with red Santa hats topping their conservative business suits. It was hardly comparable thought Debbi, who in addition to her body stocking had been allowed her green elf hat too.

Their arrival with the rest of her team in the canteen caused the kind of stir that you might expect. The mainly female HR contingent looked on with disdain, while the lads from accounts and from the warehouse whooped with delight. "That's what I call entering into the Christmas spirit Deb" one of them cried out !

Debbi tried to keep her legs clamped together as much as possible and she decided to hurry behind the serving counter to get some cover. "I'll be back here dishing up the plates" she volunteered hopefully. But the CEO had no intention of letting her get away with that. He wanted a real morale boost for the holiday season ! "Who would you guys prefer to have coming among you to serve the food, Jeff or Debbi ?" he shouted to the assembled company, seated at several long tables. "Debbi !" was the loud, emphatic and unanimous response !

Debbi was feeling increasingly harassed. There were thirty staff members to serve with three courses of the Christmas meal and none of the other managers were remotely interested in helping her, all they did was line up the plates of food. In addition, she was also expected to act as wine waiter, pouring the cheap plonk provided. As well as being humiliating and embarrassing, dressed as she was in only the crotch-less see through body stocking, the ordeal was also becoming physically tiring.

As she paraded among the tables carrying fully laden trays of food, Debbi was unable to resist or avoid the casual groping and pinching of her buttocks. She also endured a stream of comments that were bawdy but appreciative from the men and scornful from the women. It became a recurring joke to keep dropping paper napkins on the floor and getting Debbi to bend and pick them up, thus exposing her pussy to those behind her. All this seemed great fun to the other managers and great for company morale. Encouraged by the wine and the ever more rowdy atmosphere, the lads from the warehouse pulled Debbi up on top of their table and got her to do several twirls as numerous camera phones flashed. This prompted most of those present to grab a photo of themselves with Debbi.

When the dessert course had been served, Carol stood to voice appreciation of the management's efforts. "I think we'd all like to thank our managers for this Christmas meal and for the great job they have all done in serving it up for us." Everyone agreed. "And a special thank you to our dedicated waitress Debbi !" Carol continued, to loud stamping and banging of tables. "For those of you not in our team who might be wondering why my boss is dressed as she is, it was her gift from Secret Santa who I think deserves a round of applause too for their choice. You know who you are" she added with a wink, knowing full well that it was her who had purchased the body stocking ! "Debbi wanted to go back and put on her knickers before serving you all but I think you'll agree it's a much better look without them" Carol concluded to more stomping and cheers. Debbi forced a smile but, given that the option of the ground opening up and swallowing her was not available, just wanted to get back to her office and get dressed as quickly as possible !

Debbi at New Year

After Carol had finished her speech thanking Debbi and the other managers for the Christmas meal, Debbi rushed back to her office as quickly as was decently possible. 'Decently' she thought, that was a joke considering what she was wearing ! Anyway, she decided there was no point in struggling to take off the body stocking, she could just put her office clothes on over the top of it to go home in. She had just pulled on her knickers, as she had originally wanted to do for her waitress gig, when Jeff burst in on her. "Oh, er, sorry Deb" he excused himself. "But something's come up." Debbi gave a cynical laugh. "Don't worry, I'm not suddenly going to get all coy over you watching me get dressed after what you've been looking at all afternoon. What's this 'thing' that's come up ?"

Jeff explained that an important retail customer had put a last minute clause into a contract, which meant it had to be completed in time for the sales on January 1st. The team would have to be called in for some of the time over the Christmas and New Year period, instead of enjoying the extended break they were expecting. Carol came into the office and caught the tail end of this conversation. "Come in, come in, don't mind me" said Debbi sarcastically as she resumed getting dressed. "How do you think the team will take it ?" Jeff asked. "Not very well" Carol answered. "I'm not best pleased myself" Jeff admitted. "They'll be paid overtime" Debbi pointed out while zipping up her skirt. "That's not the point at this time of the year" Carol argued. "We'll undo all the good work that we've put into team building this year" she lamented.

"Is there anything we can do to salvage that ?" Jeff wondered. Carol's devious mind began to get busy. "There may be a way" she pondered. "We have to make the time they spend here as much fun and as little like routine work as possible." Debbi was sceptical. "How do we do that ?" she asked. "I've got an idea. It's new year right ? We can put on a kind of 'ring out the old, ring in the new' type pageant with lots of fun and games. But you two are going to have to enter into the spirit of the thing" Carol asserted. "Of course. Anything to keep up morale, eh Deb ?" Jeff agreed on Debbi's behalf !

Debbi had immersed herself completely in the task at hand, to have the new software ready for the customer in time for the new year deadline. She had driven the team hard and could not give a fig about morale. But she had reaped the rewards and was now concluding her presentation to the three visiting retail managers. She looked every inch the aspiring young executive with her smart power suit and calf length skirt. "Thank you so much for all your efforts Debbi" Angela, the one female member of the customer delegation congratulated her. Angela was accompanied by two male colleagues, Robin and Dominic.

"You must let us treat you to a meal now to celebrate a job well done" Robin told Debbi. "That would be wonderful, thank you. I'll just phone Carol my assistant" Debbi replied. After she had told Carol of her intention to leave with the customers for a slap up meal, there was a prolonged silence as Debbi held the phone to her ear, punctuated by the occasional 'oh' and 'I forgot'. Debbi turned awkwardly towards Robin. "I'm really sorry, I'm going to have to pass on your invitation, much as I'd love to accept. I'd forgotten a silly pageant we'd agreed to put on for the staff as some appeasement for working the holiday. Jeff and I have been roped into it" she explained.

"Well, that's a shame" answered Robin. "It sounds like fun to me" Angela interrupted. "Maybe we can stay and watch and then all go for a meal later ? What's the pageant ?" she continued. Debbi had left that to Carol to organise and didn't know any details. "I'm not altogether sure. Something silly. Something to do with it being new year and ringing out the old for the new. Would you not be too bored ? I'd love to still come and dine with you ?" "Not at all, that's fine" Robin agreed. "We'll just wait and enjoy the show !" "Great, I'm sure it won't take too long" said Debbi.

Debbi hurried down to the canteen where Carol had said they would be gathering. Carol was waiting by the rest room. Debbi laughed when she caught sight of Jeff, dressed in a long white cloak, carrying a shepherd's crook and with a wig of long flowing white hair and a false beard. "What are you ?" she chuckled. "Old Father Time. I'm the old year" Jeff answered. "And you're going to be the new year" said Carol, displeased by Debbi's frivolity and the way she had been swanning around with the customers all week. "We have to hurry up and get ready. Quick, take your clothes off !"

"What do I have to take my clothes off for ?" asked Debbi. "So you can put on your costume silly" answered Carol. "I've left a hanger in the rest room that you can put your things on." Debbi was glad that her favourite power suit would not get creased. "OK, thanks Carol"she said. "Get started while I go and get your costume" her assistant replied.

Carol took time out to organise the seating arrangements. She then saw that Jeff, as Old Father Time, was engaged in conversation with the customer's management team. "Oh, are you staying to watch the pageant ?" Carol asked them. "I'd be delighted if you were, I'll arrange a front row seat !" "Yes" answered Angela. "It looks like fun and we're then taking Debbi out for a thank you meal for all the hard work." All our hard work, thought Carol bitterly. "We were just saying to Jeff, how great it was that he could get into the spirit of things by dressing up" said Robin. "Yes, we're seeing a whole new side to him" Dominic added. Carol laughed. "Debbi's really good at getting into the spirit of things too and you're also going to be seeing a whole new side of her, that's for sure !" she told them. "We're all looking forward to that" Angela replied.

Debbi was standing in her bra and pants as Carol returned to the rest room. "Come along" said Carol. "I told you to take your clothes off." " I have" said Debbi, puzzled. "Those too" Carol continued, gesturing at the lingerie. "They'll show under the costume." Debbi rolled her eyes and proceeded to get completely naked. She wondered what kind of costume she would be wearing and hoped that it would not be too revealing. "Here it is" Carol handed her a sash, bonnet and pacifier ! "What ?!" Debbi screamed, horrified. "Is that it ?" "You're the new year baby" Carol explained. "That's all a baby brings into the world" she said reasonably. "You must have seen the cartoons ?"

Old Father Time, otherwise known as Jeff, walked out to good natured jeers. The team were still somewhat disgruntled about having had to work the holiday but Jeff had not been riding them as hard as Debbi, who was the main focus of their hostility. Jeff's address to them was sympathetic and fulsome in its' praise for their hard work, which had successfully delivered the project on time. Angela, Robin and Dominic in the front row turned and applauded over their heads, to also show their appreciation.

Primed by Carol, Jeff was anxious to restore the feelgood factor that had been built up in the team during the year. And so, assuming a Father Time voice that was more Father Christmas, he began a recap of the year just past. Passing briefly over the various business successes, he focused on the fun that had been had. "Few will forget our evening of jet skiing" he recalled, as a screen behind him displayed a team photo taken that evening and prominently featuring Debbi clad only in her bra and pants ! Angela looked at her two colleagues with a quizzically raised eyebrow.

Jeff further recalled the spectacular fund raising at the bikini car wash, once more suitably illustrated with a couple of photos of Debbi at work that day. "And only last week, we all enjoyed a fine Christmas dinner at the company's expense" Jeff reminded them, to the accompaniment of a shot of the managers in Santa outfits with Debbi the Christmas elf in her fishnet body suit ! "What on earth is she wearing ?" Angela hissed at Robin. "And can I really see what I think I can see ?"

Jeff wound up his part of the proceedings. "I think we can all agree that it was a memorable year and next year promises to be equally memorable. Is that the New Year I can hear knocking ?" Carol had been hammering on the rest room door and now opened it and with a decisive shove, propelled a tottering Debbi onto the stage. She tottered because she still had her heels on. Carol had thought of insisting that a new year baby didn't wear shoes but she decided not to labour the point. Otherwise, Debbi was as naked as the day she was born, save for the bonnet on her head, the pacifier clamped between her teeth and a diagonal sash proclaiming 'happy new year' ! Debbi blushed deeply listening to the yells of derision from her team but what lodged most in her ears was the howling laughter of Angela !

There was uproar as Debbi just stood there looking ridiculous after Carol had pushed her out of the rest room. There had been no other instructions. What was she supposed to do ? Just stand there and be howled at ? Being so humiliated in front of her staff and colleagues was bad enough, though as she reflected ruefully, not completely unprecedented. But she struggled to get her head around her total debasement in front of important customers who admired and respected her. Angela however was delighted. She had been forced to assume a comradely fellow business woman persona with Debbi but in reality, she felt a dose of good old fashioned female jealousy and resentment over the way Robin and Dominic had been fawning over the pretty brunette. It was priceless to see her reduced to bimbo status, even if her two male colleagues were still struggling to keep their eyes off Debbi !

It was Carol who now strode to the front, together with Sandra, another of the older women in the team. "We're not going to keep you, I know you all want to get back to your families for the evening's party. But we just want to leave you with the big finish !" Carol explained that she and Sandra had been practising a dance routine inspired by the hypnosis night from earlier in the year but there really needed to be a third member of the troupe. "I know you've been far too busy with our customers to rehearse with us Deb" Carol said tartly. "But just stand in the middle of us and follow our lead, it's very simple" she instructed.

Spitting out her dummy, a confused Debbi allowed her arms to be linked between those of Carol and Sandra on either side of her. They were both dressed in smart trouser suits, while Debbi remained naked apart from her Happy New Year sash ! Suddenly, the familiar strains of Offenbach's can can music rang out from a pair of speakers. Carol and Sandra began lifting their legs as the audience collapsed into hysteria. "Come on Deb, follow us." Debbi miserably lifted each leg alternately, kicking from a bent knee. "Now full leg kicks, as high as you can !" Angela and the others in the front row had a grandstand view !

The music continued and Carol and Sandra began to rotate until their three backsides were facing the audience. Carol and Sandra then bent fully from the waist, making sure that Debbi followed suit ! "She's winking at us" laughed Angela loudly. As the trio rotated again, Debbi's face burned bright red from embarrassment and exertion. Once the music finally stopped, Angela led the whoops and whistles. "Encore ! One more time ! She'll get better at it !" The music started up again but this time everyone, including Angela, knew what to expect and made sure to get their phones out and record the spectacle for posterity ! The three performers were puffing heavily by the time the music finished for the second time. Carol made sure they ended with their bottoms facing the audience and bent from the waist, a pose she insisted they held until the wild applause finally abated !

Debbi wondered how much longer Carol and Sandra would keep her bent double with her bare bum facing the audience while they waited for the applause to abate. She should probably have closed her eyes but something compelled her to peer between her legs, where she could see Angela gleefully holding up her phone ! After what seemed like an age, she felt the linked arms of Carol and Sandra pulling her up to resume a standing position. Debbi did not wait to see what else might transpire but petulantly threw down the sash and bonnet that comprised her only costume and beat a hasty retreat to the rest room to get dressed again.

Meanwhile, Carol had discovered a kindred spirit in Angela. "That was so brilliant" Angela congratulated her. "And judging from that slideshow Jeff had, you've been doing a number on her regularly all year !" Carol grinned. "I try my best" she said modestly. "Well, she asks for it, swanning around the place like that" Angela continued. "That's it exactly !" Carol agreed enthusiastically. "We all get fed up with it. Yet at the same time, she can be so naive. She never seems to realise we plan all this stuff on purpose. She thinks I'm her big mate !" she laughed. Angela was enjoying this bitching session. "You should have seen her in our warehouse this week when we were explaining our spec for this software project. All the guys working there were following her about with their tongues hanging out" she complained. "That sounds just like her" said Carol. "I wonder....."

Debbi finished getting dressed and reapplying her makeup. Her first reaction had been to go straight home but she knew the importance Jeff placed on keeping these customers sweet. So she decided to put on a brave face and still go out for the free meal that had been offered. She wouldn't give Angela the satisfaction of thinking that she had been shamed by what had happened.

Angela greeted Debbi as she emerged from the rest room. "Oh Debbi, a slight change of plan. You know from your visit that the guys in our warehouse have been working just as hard over the holidays as your team ? Well, Jeff's kindly agreed with Carol and Sandra here that it'd be a great idea to go over there now and reward them too with a repeat of your great show !" Debbi's jaw dropped. "Don't worry about your costume. I've got it here in my handbag" Angela laughed !

Debbi argued with Jeff but to no avail. Despite claiming that what was being asked was beneath her dignity and went way beyond her job description, her boss was adamant that it was good customer relations and that these particular customers had to be kept onside. "Everyone will have forgotten about it by January 4th anyway" he insisted, though Debbi wasn't so sure. She was most upset by the attitude of Angela, who was doing a very bad job of concealing her delight at the turn of events.

The retail management team, together with the representatives of their software suppliers, entered the large warehouse to a lukewarm response from the predominantly male workforce. They knew that working in retail meant keeping unsocial hours but that did not lessen their displeasure at working through the holidays. They did perk up slightly at the sight of Debbi in her smart business suit. They had seen and admired her before and a bit of eye candy was always welcome to temporarily brighten up the day. A few low wolf whistles followed her progress to the far end of the warehouse by the loading bay. Robin, Dominic and Angela began to ascend the steps to the top of the bay after having directed Debbi, Carol and Sandra to a small office off to the right, where they could get ready.

"I've got your costume back from Angela" Carol said. "And I'm supposed to be pleased about that ?" Debbi answered sarcastically, as she began to take off her business clothes once more. "The idea this time is that we sit you on this trolley they use when picking the stuff, wheel you quickly through the guys and then up to the loading bay where we do our little dance. It'll all be over before you know it" Carol continued briskly. Debbi cringed.

Outside the three retail managers were addressing the warehouse employees, who were less than enthusiastic about being delayed in their work. Especially since the speech they were listening to was the usual management bollocks about thanking them for all their hard work in the past year and so on. "We won't detain you much longer" Angela concluded to ironic cheers. "But I think you're going to appreciate the little bonus act we have for you. Happy new year !"

With that, the door to the adjoining office burst open and Carol and Sandra wheeled out Debbi, naked apart from her sash and bonnet. Somewhere along the way the pacifier had got lost but nobody was concerned about that. Now the loud cheers and whistles were far from ironic ! This was a completely unexpected treat. And it wasn't some tired old slapper of a stripper who had been hired for the gig but that classy bit of skirt they'd been drooling over for the past week !

Debbi sat with her knees up, trying to shield her tits and pussy as best she could. But it was clear to all that she was naked as Carol and Sandra began pushing the trolley on its intended circuit. It was here that the best laid plans began to go awry ! The excited workers had their own ideas about how things would pan out and edging Carol and Sandra gently to one side, they took off on their own at great speed, pushing the trolley and Debbi around the entire cavernous warehouse. "I hope she'll be OK" Carol smirked at Sandra. "Eeeeek !" cried Debbi !

"Stoooooppppp !" Debbi's cries receded into the distance as the trolley disappeared around a corner of the vast warehouse, surrounded by twenty or so excited workers. "Do you think they'll bring her back ?" Carol wondered, unconcerned. " Probably, I expect so" Angela laughed. "In due course anyway. Fancy a drink ?"

Debbi had been siting on the trolley in a hunched up kneeling position, in order to keep covered as much as she could. But it proved impossible to keep this up at the speed with which the men were propelling her and she needed to keep spreading all four limbs to maintain her balance, much to the approval of the guys who seemed to be mainly of eastern European or Afro Caribbean ethnicity.

"Stop, where are you taking me ?"

The shouting men headed out the main entrance into the cold of the car park. They made a noisy circuit of the building, attracting curious faces to the lighted office windows. Then they burst into the next door mail delivery depot to a rowdy reception, calling "Happy New Year !" The mailmen crowded round. "Put her on the hoist" one shouted.

"No, stop, what're you doing ?"

Debbi had somehow lost her bonnet and sash, not that they had afforded any significant covering. Now completely naked, she was tied face down to a pulley system, tits dangling and legs splayed. With a slap on her ass, the pulley transport was activated and she was sent upwards and away on a grand tour of the depot !

"EEEk ! Nooooo !"

She processed up through a hole near the roof and into another brightly lit sorting space, where more surprised and laughing workers of both sexes cheered her unexpected appearance !

"Heeelp !"

After the pulley had made a circuit of that section, she returned through a hole in the opposite wall and eventually back to her starting point.

"Let me go !"

Eager hands unfastened her and returned her to the trolley so that she could be whisked back to the warehouse. Once inside, Debbi was lifted off of the trolley, strong hands grasping her arms and legs.

"Put me down !"

The consensus now was that she should be given the new year bumps, one for each year in this new millennium. She was held horizontally with her legs pulled wide apart and swung up and down on each count that was called. "2000....2001....2002...."

"Noooo, stop. What're you doing ?"

"....2018....2019 !"

"Do you think we should go and look for her ?" Carol asked, finishing her glass of wine. "It has been a while" Angela admitted. Robin and Dominic had been more concerned than the women but had been reassured that the warehouse crew were basically a good bunch and that Debbi would be good for morale !

Debbi had hoped that the end of the bumps would have signalled the end of her ordeal but the men were having too much fun. They had a desire to find out if she was ticklish and the answer that they discovered was that she was very ticklish indeed ! Thus it was that Carol, Sandra and the executives came upon a sweating and hysterically laughing Debbi, writhing and bucking uncontrollably under the insistent fingers of multiple hands. "Do you think we should interrupt them ?" Carol asked, unsure. "Nah, let them have a few more minutes. I wonder if she'll wet herself ?" Angela replied. "I guess we can forget about the can can, she's really not in a fit state and it'd be a bit of an anti-climax now" Carol laughed !

"Ha, ha, ha, ha ! Noooo ! Ooooh " Stop it ! Eeeek ! Pleeease !! Ahhh ! Ha, ha, ha !"

"I'm not sure who's enjoying it more, Debbi or the guys ?" Angela remarked casually to Carol, as she distractedly scrolled through her phone and as the bucking and writhing figure of Debbi was held firm and multiple fingers discovered her ticklish spots. Feet, rib-cage, armpits, inner thighs....

"Noo ! Stop it ! Ooooh ! Ha, ha , ha ! Nooo, not there ! Eeek ! Stop it, I'll wet myself ! Aarghh ! Ha, ha, ha !"

"We're going to leave you to it Debbi" Angela called. "You know where your clothes are. We've got to keep that restaurant reservation we booked. Carol's going to come with us now since you're otherwise engaged !" This information was almost lost in the torrent of whimpers, squeals and cries emanating from Debbi.

"Oooooh ! Noooo ! Eeek ! Stop it ! You're tickling me !"

Sandra had to get home but Angela, Robin, Dominic and Carol headed for the restaurant. They did not even spare a look back over their shoulder as they heard one of the warehouse gang say "let's get that feather duster to use on her !"

"Noooo ! Eeeek ! Stop !"

It was several minutes later when the gang eventually relented, after Debbi's self control finally broke and she was unable to control her bladder ! "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I did warn you. I'm so sorry." The eastern European guys seemed unconcerned. "Is OK, is OK. No problem. We clean it up. We had good time." They handed her a rag to wipe herself. "You keep. We no need."

Trying not to skid, Debbi stumbled to her feet and hurried shamefacedly to the office where her clothes had been left. Once in the office, she slowly regained her composure as she dressed and re-applied her makeup. She determined to leave with her head up and as a smart and serious young businesswoman. She was wrong footed when she emerged to see the men waiting and lined up to present her with a bouquet of flowers they had nicked from somewhere in the warehouse. Receiving a chaste kiss on the cheek, Debbi blushed and mumbled thank you. "No, thank you ! Good times. Happy new year !"

Debbi was a little late getting into work on January 2nd and found a meeting already taking place in her office between Jeff and Carol. "Ah, there you are" said Jeff. "Good news. The retail company have awarded us the contract to revamp their entire stock control and distribution system on very lucrative terms." "Er, that's great" Debbi absorbed the news. "As one of the conditions for getting the contract, they've specifically requested that you be seconded to them for the duration until completion. You'll be reporting to Angela" Jeff added.

"But I'm not a programmer" Debbi objected. "But I'm sure you can handle a basic analyst's role can't you ?" Jeff replied harshly. "We need you to do all they ask to keep them sweet. Don't screw up and give them any cause for complaint." Debbi did not like this turn of affairs. "What about my job here ?" she asked. Jeff laughed. "Carol's taking over. She's more than capable." Carol grinned !