Hi Everyone,
Sorry for not being around to complete my adventures up to date. Christmas was really busy with family.
The next tale in sequence that I want to relate. Is a bit different and saw a step up in terms of daring and exposure. I was in one of the partners office put some notes onto the system when he came in. He was carrying a piece of paper. "you haven't sponsored me yet" he said. He and another partner where doing the local half marathon for a local children's hospice. I pointed out that I'd already sponsored the other partner. He exclaimed that, that was unfair and I should sponsor both of them. I pointed out that the terms of the sponsorship where that we'd pay double to the one that came home first out of them. And since he'd won the last three years in a row I'd sponsored the other partner. He said that the other partner might win since he was now getting on a bit and the other partner was taking it more serious this year. I said that he would not win.
A few hours later the other partner called me into his office and said that he was disappointed in my lack of faith in him and that he was going to win this year. I said there was no chance of that. He said I should pit my money where my mouth was and I foolishly agreed that I already had and that's why I was sponsoring him and not the other partner. Well he point blank said that if I was so confident that he was going to lose what about a side wager. Like what I said, streaking the rugby pitch, which was what the two partners had bet some previous year before I joined the practice.
That's a really good idea he said and I just laughed. There was some further ribbing the rest of the day until a staff meeting at the end of the day.
The senior partner brought up the half marathon and the sponsor totals. Everyone had there favourite between the two guys. The senior partner said that he would wipe the floor with the junior partner. The junior said he would win this year he had been practising and seeing a fitness coach. It was true that the junior partner who was at the beginning of the year fat and unfit and slimmed and gotten well shall we say normal fitness from being unfit.
I said that although I was pleased to see his better health he was still no where near fit enough to win the senior partner. This led to a long argument about my mean spiritedness in back the junior not because he'd win but because he'd lose and save me some money. Also of course reducing the money to the hospice.
The female partner said if I was so sure that the junior partner would lose I should put something worth losing on the fact. The junior partner very quickly said about the rugby pitch streak. After some arguments I found myself cornered and agreeing to the stupid bet, but nit before getting the junior partner to agree if he lost he'd have to do the streak with all us girls watching.
A couple of days later I'm in the senior partners office and he smiles his wicked smile and I had to ask why.
I could lose you know he said. I said he wouldn't. He replied, No I could lose. I said he wouldn't. He repeated. I could lose. And I got his drift. You wouldn't lose deliberately I said. Well it would be worth it to see you naked again and outside at that.
No please that's unfair. I said. Well what would you give me for not losing. He said. I walked away. He ribbed me for the next three or four days about this before I gave in and asked what he wanted to spare my blushes.
He smiled and said. That you streak, and by that I mean fully naked, the reception area. I blushed and my stomach knotted. Just for you. I think not I'm married. I said. Oh no for the whole team if I win. Or I could lose. If you lose i will tell everyone that you lost deliberately and the bet was off.
That evening the girls pointed out that they had no intention of letting junior win. Mainly because the female partner fancied him some thing rotten and would be impossible for weeks. The girls said that I'd have to take one for the team, one way or another. Not such a veiled threat.
So I was suck.
The Monday morning after the marathon before the other surgery arrived our staff where lined up in reception. I had stripped naked in the changing room and covered with a robe. I walked to the reception and opened the security door. I was now breathing very rapidly.
The streak was explained to me and I prepared. The gang started a count down, 10, 9 ,8 7, 6, 5, 4, I started on the robe, 3, 2, I let the robe slip, 1, zero, and I dropped it off my wrists. It was dangling behind my back so already they where all having a new good show.
I took to my heals and ran across the reception area to the security door of the other surgery. In all I think about 40 feet. As agreed my arms remained at my side, that was not covering bush or boobs. Nor rear. They all get two full frontal and two full back views of my body as I ran across the reception them being in a line.
The first 10 feet or so was the reception desk, then the open space where they where all stood then the other surgery reception desk then back. Since the line up between the ends of the receptions rather than back against the window wall they could clear see my body from door to door.
Once I'd finished and was struggling to put my robe back on they gathered around and hugged me.
Sorry for not being around to complete my adventures up to date. Christmas was really busy with family.
The next tale in sequence that I want to relate. Is a bit different and saw a step up in terms of daring and exposure. I was in one of the partners office put some notes onto the system when he came in. He was carrying a piece of paper. "you haven't sponsored me yet" he said. He and another partner where doing the local half marathon for a local children's hospice. I pointed out that I'd already sponsored the other partner. He exclaimed that, that was unfair and I should sponsor both of them. I pointed out that the terms of the sponsorship where that we'd pay double to the one that came home first out of them. And since he'd won the last three years in a row I'd sponsored the other partner. He said that the other partner might win since he was now getting on a bit and the other partner was taking it more serious this year. I said that he would not win.
A few hours later the other partner called me into his office and said that he was disappointed in my lack of faith in him and that he was going to win this year. I said there was no chance of that. He said I should pit my money where my mouth was and I foolishly agreed that I already had and that's why I was sponsoring him and not the other partner. Well he point blank said that if I was so confident that he was going to lose what about a side wager. Like what I said, streaking the rugby pitch, which was what the two partners had bet some previous year before I joined the practice.
That's a really good idea he said and I just laughed. There was some further ribbing the rest of the day until a staff meeting at the end of the day.
The senior partner brought up the half marathon and the sponsor totals. Everyone had there favourite between the two guys. The senior partner said that he would wipe the floor with the junior partner. The junior said he would win this year he had been practising and seeing a fitness coach. It was true that the junior partner who was at the beginning of the year fat and unfit and slimmed and gotten well shall we say normal fitness from being unfit.
I said that although I was pleased to see his better health he was still no where near fit enough to win the senior partner. This led to a long argument about my mean spiritedness in back the junior not because he'd win but because he'd lose and save me some money. Also of course reducing the money to the hospice.
The female partner said if I was so sure that the junior partner would lose I should put something worth losing on the fact. The junior partner very quickly said about the rugby pitch streak. After some arguments I found myself cornered and agreeing to the stupid bet, but nit before getting the junior partner to agree if he lost he'd have to do the streak with all us girls watching.
A couple of days later I'm in the senior partners office and he smiles his wicked smile and I had to ask why.
I could lose you know he said. I said he wouldn't. He replied, No I could lose. I said he wouldn't. He repeated. I could lose. And I got his drift. You wouldn't lose deliberately I said. Well it would be worth it to see you naked again and outside at that.
No please that's unfair. I said. Well what would you give me for not losing. He said. I walked away. He ribbed me for the next three or four days about this before I gave in and asked what he wanted to spare my blushes.
He smiled and said. That you streak, and by that I mean fully naked, the reception area. I blushed and my stomach knotted. Just for you. I think not I'm married. I said. Oh no for the whole team if I win. Or I could lose. If you lose i will tell everyone that you lost deliberately and the bet was off.
That evening the girls pointed out that they had no intention of letting junior win. Mainly because the female partner fancied him some thing rotten and would be impossible for weeks. The girls said that I'd have to take one for the team, one way or another. Not such a veiled threat.
So I was suck.
The Monday morning after the marathon before the other surgery arrived our staff where lined up in reception. I had stripped naked in the changing room and covered with a robe. I walked to the reception and opened the security door. I was now breathing very rapidly.
The streak was explained to me and I prepared. The gang started a count down, 10, 9 ,8 7, 6, 5, 4, I started on the robe, 3, 2, I let the robe slip, 1, zero, and I dropped it off my wrists. It was dangling behind my back so already they where all having a new good show.
I took to my heals and ran across the reception area to the security door of the other surgery. In all I think about 40 feet. As agreed my arms remained at my side, that was not covering bush or boobs. Nor rear. They all get two full frontal and two full back views of my body as I ran across the reception them being in a line.
The first 10 feet or so was the reception desk, then the open space where they where all stood then the other surgery reception desk then back. Since the line up between the ends of the receptions rather than back against the window wall they could clear see my body from door to door.
Once I'd finished and was struggling to put my robe back on they gathered around and hugged me.
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