I met my husband when I was 22 years old. We married when I was 25 years old and had our lovely son when I was 26 years old. I had worked in a local grocers shop since leaving school with no real qualifications. When our little boy got to the age were he was talking and looking at books I decided to go back to college whilst he was at nursery. I wanted to brush up on my English and Maths and other things so I could give him a really good start in life. I got hooked on education and started doing IT courses and then got into beauty therapy. Everyone was always saying that I could be a model but I really lacked the confidence.
I now have to go back to meeting hubby. A few months after we met in one of those really getting to know you moments he asked if I’d ever been stripped or initiated or done a dare or lost a bet and so on. Well I’d led and continued to lead a very sheltered life. So the answer was no. We played strip together did a bit of skinny dipping and a few stupid dares but other than that we had a very normal sex life. I knew full well that he had a lot of imagination. When I stated college I eventually after some saving and luck got a computer with internet. Sure enough hubby found various sights of interest. Spelling and pun deliberate.
He’s been bugging me to write about what happened when I decided to move from green grocerring to beauty demonstrating and sales.
I went to work for a well known company. The job was in two parts. Firstly selling to retail outlets and secondly demonstrating use of products to the public or beauty therapists. Ten of us where taken on together to do the initial three weeks training. On the Thursday of the first week one of the other girls came back into the training room all red faced and excited. She wouldn’t say why. On the following Monday another girl came in giggling with the demonstrators who’d been teaching us. At break she and the other girl where talking in whispers. One of the other girls asked what was going on but they wouldn’t answer. Other than to say to her she had nothing to worry about but looking at the other three blondes one being me that we’d find out.
Well I found out next. On the Tuesday at afternoon break the demonstrators asked me to remain behind in the break area so they could do my review of performance. This was part of the course and I’d had two or three by then. Everyone left and the lead demonstrator said that they where all a very close team and that they liked to know everything about everyone. I was a bit offended but thought it was just a clumsily way of saying lets get to know each other better. The next statement made be blush. “Does the cuff match the collar?” the lead demonstrator asked. I instinctively looked down. “Let’s find out?” one of the others said. Before I could really answer or complain I was womanhandled to the floor and my skirt was pulled up. I took a deep breath as my thong was pulled to my knees. “Well now we know?” said the leader.
Entering the training room blushing and trying best not to make eye contact at least two others knew exactly what had just happened. That night I told my husband as soon as he was in. We skipped tea after putting my son to bed. Hubby wanted all the details not just of mine but about the other two unfortunates.
Well next day nothing seemed to happen then on Thursday morning one of the others was asked to stay behind. Sure enough she came back blushing. At lunch the conversation when it could was speculation as to what had befell us. We where told not to say and honoured that. The girl who went before me just reiterated the comment about it being a blonde thing and the last one to go that morning said that the others didn’t have a collars and cuffs problem. The last blonde girl blushed at this point and whispered something to the first girl to go. She just nodded and all of us blushed. “What, what?” was all the others could say.
The last blonde went on the Friday. We started to get on in various little groups. Probably because of this shared experience we five blondes ended up meeting that weekend the first topic being the cuffs and collar check. The first girl had had an experience much as mine dragged to the floor skirt up and panties down. She said she’d had similar done before at a club when a group wondered if she was true or false. The second girl had voluntarily hitched up her skirt and pulled down her panties to show them. The others had been wearing slacks which along with panties had been pulled down. Something interesting didn’t happen at this meeting. I think partly because we’d been told not to talk about it. I told hubby about our meeting and another goodnight was had.
The next week on the Monday one of the dark haired girls came into the break room towards the end. She’d been asked to stay back for her review. She was blushing and downed a cup of tea then made another one. I immediately wondered what had happened and if it had been the same as mine. Sure enough another one then another one found themselves blushing after a review. The whisper went around about shaved or unshaven.
On the Friday we all had our exams. It had been planned that we would go out on the town afterwards. We where all waiting in the training room for the demonstrators to come and give us our results and if we had a job on Monday. They entered and we kind of lined up.
“Well we are pleased to announce that none of you SHAVE!” We all just blushed bright red that was the last thing we expected. “And three of you are blonde liars”. Then the next demonstrator said, “Would the three liars please step forward”. I and two others stepped forward and the demonstrators stepped forward and presented us with medals. One side said “I’m a fake” and the other side said, “But Blondes Have More Fun”. We all laughed. If some what hesitantly. “Oh by the way you all passed”.
One of the demonstrators then produced a box. She put it down on the floor. She and the other two demonstrators did something that just took my breath away. They reached up under their skirts and slowly pulled down their panties or thongs then deposited them in the box. They then invited us to do the same. By us I mean all ten of us. They said it was their party rule. We all and certainly I was hesitant but began looking around and parting company with our underwear. We placed them in the box and left for the party.
When I arrived home and hubby found me minus my garments he was driven wild. When I told him what had happened he surpassed himself. On Monday I had the embarrassment of having to rummage in the box for my discard panties.
I soon figured out that there was something special about birthdays. But no one would tell us new girls what it was. I wasn’t due my birthday for two months but my closest friend there was due hers first. She would be the first of the new girls to find out. She was sworn to secrecy so I’d have to wait until my birthday came to find out. I suspected that it might have something to do with removal of panties. The celebrations started with cream cakes in the break room at the weekly meeting this bit I knew. Then I was asked to help check the sock in the small store as we called it. Once inside I was greeted with a chorus of happy birthday. Everyone seemed to be there including my best friend and one other new girl out of our group. She must have had her birthday at some point and I’d some how missed it.
“We have a policy on employees birthdays to check on their birthday suits for ware” one of the older employees said. I blushed shook my head and tried to move for the door. Too late I was grabbed pulled down and was stripped of my heels very easily, then my jacket the blouse being easily undone. The tight skirt took them a little bit longer to undo and pull down. Tight skirts are a curse and my thong went with it. Soon naked below the waist I was desperate to keep some modesty but to no avail as the blouse was off and the bra was pulled up then off. They applauded and got a full view of everything as I try my best to stand and cover. They gave me my stuff back and said see you next birthday. I was also told not to tell the others what the birthday surprise was.
After this the next few birthdays where long standing employees. The first just stripped very sexily to us humming the stripper and showed everything. The next one had to be assisted from her clothes as happens every year apparently. Next was another new girl who was stripped as I was. She was given her stuff back. She proceed to tell the remaining two new girls what the birthday surprise was. The next girl to be birthday stripped was an employee who been there two years. After she was relieved of her clothing for the second time during her employment the crowd turn to the previous new girl. She was stripped. Unlike the birthday girl who’d been given back her clothes she was left there naked. When I returned later that day from my field calls I was relieved to see her walking across the car park. When I got closer I realised two things. One she was minus certain items of clothing and secondly see couldn’t wait to tell me to never cross the old girls or break any of their stupid codes. She’d been kept naked for an hour with the threat of calling over the guys from the main warehouse to deliver new stock.
Leaving duos where of two sorts. Out of the 10 new girls that started with me by the time the first Christmas came and we’d all now had our birthdays only four of us where left. People left because either they didn’t make their basic sales quotas or just found something better. If you gave your noticed in you where taken to the demonstrators managers office and had to hand over your uniform. Stripping down to your undergarments. We then went out for a party which meant that the box would be produce and all knickers would end up in their to be collected on the next working day. The person leaving didn’t get theirs back but we all found out eventually where the box of knickers where kept. It was quite full.
If you where fired you weren’t told. You still had to hand in your uniform in the managers office and if lucky you had a overcoat to go home in if not well you’d only find out what if you where in that situation. I was never in that situation. You weren’t encouraged to still see anyone who’d been sacked.
Hen nights where another opportunity for some fun. A bus was always organised. You would either be approached on the bus and have to surrender your underwear or in the hired room. I hated the bus wondering what the male driver could see and thought. The stripping at the door to the hired room was fine if it was a concealed area but if open was terrifying. But everyone did it. The bride would get smashed and a veil and L plate would be produced. Various items of a sexual nature would be given along with more serious presents. There was always a stripper. I often wondered if they knew that the 30 or so woman in the room where minus something.
At the end of the evening the bride had one of two fates depending on if she was living with her partner/alone or not. If with her partner she’d be stripped naked on the bus and have to dash from the bus to her house various distances depending on various factors. Or if she lived with parents she’d be stripped and be the last one dropped off but was left to dress with just the driver. I certainly was glad I was already married but there was something special for us if we got divorced or reached 25 years.
Christmas parties like all our parties where knickerless affairs. What made the Christmas party really nerve racking was that husbands or boyfriends where invited. Since I knew my hubby knew about the knickerless situation I’m assuming the other husbands do to.
There are many more individual stories but all of the same flavour.
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