Adventures of Karen K by Karen K

Hi George,

I’ll have to be careful with some details. But here are the answers to your questions.

Going commando. Yes, often when we are removing our panties others will catch a glimpse or you’ll get a glimpse of them. Occasionally you’ll get a playful flick of your dress/skirt. Hubby as me go commando and often as me hitch up my skirt whilst in the car.

We don’t have any sales rituals like Margaret. Some girls are very superstitious. They have lucky rings or necklaces. One will only wear white underwear on a big sales day. Another only drinks coffee normally she’s a tea person.

Out of the girls that started with me I have seen my best friend naked quite a few times. The first time was when we’d gone to another girls house for supper and drinks. We’d had a great night and things fell quite. Another girl said “Oh lets liven this up”. Then looked around and said, “Let’s strip S”. My friend dropped her jaw she would have been better running. The girls grabbed her and pulled her down. “Go on then you’ve the spare pair of hands” one girl said to me. My friend pleaded, No, no” laughing all the time. I pulled off her heels, then they turned her over, she was trying her best to prevent this. Undid her zipper and the girls holding her helped her out of her dress into underwear. I thought they’d stop there but no they went after her bra revealing her boobs and I just grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. We had a good look then let her dress. She is a true blonde. Of cause with the exception of her first birthday there I’ve seen her naked at everyone since.

The other girl who’d had the birthday before me left before her second birthday. Failed to make sales targets not seen her since. The girl who was stripped for spilling the beans to the other two girls I saw naked another couple of times. She left of her own accorded. Last I saw of her was in her underwear coming from the managers office. Yes the manager is a woman. I then saw the other two girls who had birthdays after me but they both left the company some time that next year. I did not see their walk in underwear to the lockers. Only the first of us that had a birthday and my best friend have seen me naked.

Yes, I have seen all the demonstrators naked at their birthday suit checks. And on other occasions.

Yes I have seen the manager naked at her birthdays and on other occasions. Yes she as seen me naked often.

I’ve told you about my 32nd birthday. On my 33rd birthday I was taken to the store and with some apprehension willingly stripped out of my clothes. To the girls humming the stripper. They tried to get me to give them a twirl and show the lot but I refused and kept the bits and pieces covered. On my 34th birthday the store was being renovated. So I was stripped in the break room. I’d been stripped naked once before in here. It as a lot of windows which are kind of overlooked by other parts of the building. Once naked they had me on the table hands on head giving them a good show before they’d give me my clothes back.

Birthday years where you have a five in or zero in are different. I’ve not had a zero year yet. On my 35th birthday I’m asked to the managers office. Her secretary/administrator produces the knicker box. I go to remove them and she says no the manager wants to do a uniform check. Every so often we have a uniform check to make sure its in top condition, clean and iron properly. Normally this is done quite informally at a team meeting. The secretary said just pop it in here and I’ll take it to her. Realising this was the special circumstance and a bit intrigued I took off my jacket and put it in, then I took off my skirt and put it in then I took off my corporate blouse. Now stood in her outer office in underwear and self-supports. The secretary took the uniform in and then came back out. Leaving the door open she asked for my bra and panties. Smiling and frowning in equal measure I took off my bra then my panties and passed them to her. She held them from outside the door putting them into the room so the manager could see and know I was naked. The manager then called me in had be do a twirl and wished me happy birthday with a sizable gift voucher for our products. I left to find the secretary had dispensed with my uniform saying it was in the store with my cake. So I had to leave the outer office into the corridor and walk the full length to the store naked where I was greet by my colleagues. Who incidentally didn’t regard me as being in my birthday suit so helped me out of my self-supports.

My 36th birthday was just a straight forward strip. It was slightly different in that we’d started a new girl. So someone new got to see me. I’d seen her stripped about 4 months earlier.

I’ve been stripped on three other occasions. Firstly after my first birthday but before my second I’d been out to a new customer and had taken a large order. I was very pleased with myself. The day was a rotten day. Windy, cold and wet. Four of my colleagues had been at a supermarket. We hate doing sales demos there. You stand around for hours, often in the cold entrance, and nobody buys anything. So my four colleagues where cold, wind swept, and a bit damp. So my cheery disposition didn’t do me any favours. I made a coffee and sat down still bubbling away about my amazing sale. One of the girls got up took my cup from my hand and put it down. I looked at her then realised what the twinkle meant. Too late. They set upon me and three held me down whilst the other pulled down my thong. I thought that was going to be it but she shook her head at me slowly and said. “Your going streaking”. With that I was stripped completed naked. Skirt first revealing bush and bum as I struggled. Then blouse and bra. Once naked the three holding me down kept me on the floor whilst the other gathered up my clothes and left the break room.

When she returned they let me up and I was invited to go and get my clothes. I begged them to get them for me but they weren’t having any of it. I imagined that she’d put them in the corridor. I pulled open the door peered out just in case any visitors where around. I stepped out and first went looking towards the store thinking they be there but the door was locked and the manager’s secretary had the key. I then looked down towards the name board. I then in horror thought she’d put them out on the landing. Has I started back to the other end the manager came out of her office at the far end. She smiled and shouted “Streak” her secretary appeared. The girls came out of the break room. Two other colleagues came from our office. “I think you’ll find them at reception” the manager said. I walked the length of the corridor covering best I could with them all chanting, laughing, and when I was near them they trying to pull my hand and arm away. They succeed occasionally. I poked my head out the far door at the stairs but couldn’t see anything. I stepped out on to the landing over looking the open plan reception. Very fear provoking that you couldn’t really see you just had to hope no one bar the female reception staff was there. I went to the rail and looked over. The receptionist was alone and looked up and smiled. She reached down besides her chair and held up a carrier bag. I could see the colour of our uniform through it. I pleaded and beg her silently to bring the bag to me but she wouldn’t. I had no choice but to gingerly walk down the stairs looking through the windows across the car park to make sure no one was coming who I didn’t want them seeing me. I also had to watch the two sets of double doors which lead to other business offices. Once down I dashed across the open reception area and the receptionist teased me by pulling the bag back. I grabbed it and ran like hell for the safety of our office.

My next stripping was just after my second birthday. We’d been to a conference demonstration. There was four of us in the works minibus. The driver was the longest serving of us. She was winding up another colleague who was to shortly be married. Hen night pranks. The other colleague said I was lucky in being married when I joined. I said I was glad too. We all laughed. We pulled into a service station for a cup of tea. When after the tea I came from the toilets they where stood together with big beaming smiles. Always a bad sign. We gets back on the bus and they arrange for me to be on the inside seat with one of them behind me. We starts off and once on the road the driver says, “Don’t worry Kar I’ve put the heater on” before I could think or answer they pounce and start stripping me. In the darkness, thank goodness it was pitch black and confinement of the bus along with my struggling it took them 15 minutes to get me completely naked. We where all exhausted with the struggle and laughing. I had to stay like that for the rest of the journey, about an hour. As we got near our base I started to plead like anything. “Please my hubby will be waiting” “Don’t worry about that mine will be waiting too” the driver said and they all laughed. I didn’t think it was funny. We drove the bus right into the yard. They was a rumour of girls being made to run back into the office nude, or out of the bus to their car naked, or worse being dropped off at home. They let me dress whilst they unloaded and kept husbands at bay. When I eventually walked over to my hubby. The girls where telling him, “She’s just had to put things straight” and they laughed. When I told hubby he was well very displeased. He said I should have called him over. He’d have loved to see me naked in the minibus in the works car park.

The third time. Was just after my 34th birthday. I’d not done overnight trips because my son was to little. Once he’d grown old enough that he’d stay a night or two at his grandparents without wanting mummy this meant I could do overnighters. On the way down to my first it came out that it was my first overnighter. The minibus was all smiles and glints. I knew well why. There was a little matter called the hotel streak. My best friend who was with me. A confirmed hotel streaker. Said that it was the best hotel to streak because it had many interesting opportunities. I did not like that at all.

I thought I’d gotten away with it. After a hard days work and a late meal we’d ended up in another girls room drinking from the booze we’d brought with us. I said I was ready for bed and the others agreed. I stood to leave and the next thing I knew I was pulled back onto the bed. My best friend got payback as she quite expertly took my skirt and thong in one. My blouse and bra weren’t a problem either. I was pushed out into the hall and the door closed behind me. I knocked quietly and beg to be in. The door open and I tried to get in. They throw my room pass card out then pushed me out into the corridor again. I had no choice but to take the card and run about 50 feet to my room.

In the morning in clean underwear and blouse I had to walk down to the girls room to get my skirt back. She said to comeback in ten minutes. When I did she said my skirt and jacket was in another girls room. When I got there she said “You should have phoned I would have brought them to you”, as if.

The first time I saw the manager naked was about a month after I’d help strip my friend at the supper party. One of the training demonstrators had recently moved and was hosting a house warming. We were all invited. The invitation said ‘Bring a Hunk and a Bottle’. Well I had the hunk so I just needed the bottle.

The party was in full swing when the manager turned up. She’d been held up at a meeting at our main office. No hunk or bottle evident. The party was really great. I needed to pop to the ladies and went upstairs in search of it. When I got to the landing one of the girls from work was stood at the foot of a bed. I could see through the open door. “Oh here’s Kar shall we let her judge” I heard the manager say, “No, no not the new girl”. The demonstrator who’s house it was appeared at the door and beckoned me in. I could now see that the colleague in the door way was holding down two bare feet which now where trying to struggle. When I entered there she was completely naked held down on the bed. I blushed and covered my mouth with my hands. They let her go and she shoot up off the bed and bent to pick up her clothes giving me a great look at her bum and something else.