I left the warehouse to have my second child. I decided
to leave rather than take maternity leave because I wasn’t sure if I
was coming back. After my second child turned 1 money was tight so I
started looking for a part-time job. One afternoon visiting mum’s she
said that there where some vacancies at the warehouse. I’d forgot all
about debaggings and mum’s little well long streak. I put it off for
awhile hoping something better would come up but it didn’t so I applied
and was offered a job immediately.
The owner had retired from day-to-day running of the company due to his health. Mum and the foreman ran things for awhile then his son took over. His son did not settle to the task and a manager was appointed. The owner still wanted a living from the business so the new manager was task to improve the business and earn his keep. He was a graduate from university with a couple of years experience in a management role at another warehouse and distribution company. At the time I rejoined I was 26 years old and he was just a few months older than me but 27 chronologically.
He was very efficient and regulatory. He had installed a new computer and bar code reader system. Created drive-in bays so trucks could be load and unload in the warmth or shade depending on time of year. He’d fixed the leaky roof and put heaters in so you didn’t freeze in the winter. He’d had everything painted in the new corporate colours. The two Porta cabins and little supervisors hut which had stood at the front of the shed had been replaced by an external prefabricated amenities block and an internal to the shed office.
The big changed I noticed was that everything was computerised but even so the necessary paperwork was now crisper, kept safer, and handled more urgently. He’d introduced compulsory safety boots, a true uniform, hard hats and hi-visibility vests. Pedestrian ways and truck ways both internal and external had been marked out and painted with barriers as necessary. The two week induction process which was informal was now formal with tests and checklists, videos and manuals. During the two weeks I kept my ears open for talk about debaggings (I’d remembered about the incidents) but I heard none and thought they’d gone their way with the new efficiencies and regulations.
It was the end of my second week. The R4 form still existed. Although I’d worked there before under this new regime no one was exempt from the process. All the staff had had to go through it. I was working part-time. I would finish my shift at 15:15 just before the 15:30 tea break. The warehouse time was 6 until 6. I was running a little late. I heard the whistle and looked at my watch. The foreman had called break early. I finished my pick and went off to the front of the shed. A crowd had gathered. I realised immediately what the gathering was about. I’d thought that the high jinks had been knocked on the head with the new system. Perhaps not. The old owner new about the debagging but did not get involved in worker issues.
“I have here your R4” the foreman said.
I swallowed hard.
“Would you like me to sign it for you” he said. Everyone with a grin on their face.
“Yes please” I said.
“Do you all agree that we should let her join us again” the foreman said.
“So long as she is prepared to pay the fee” mum’s nemesis said.
“Oh you are not still doing that childish stuff are you” I said.
There was suddenly a crowd of nodding dogs.
“I paid last time” I said.
“Darling you can pay anytime” one of the guys said. Which was really a backhanded compliment fore I did regard myself as in superior shape to the other girls.
“You really don’t think I’m going to drop me stuff and run around bare arse do you” stupid statement elicited mock laughter and more nodding dogs. I stood my ground and the foreman presented me the R4 like holding a proclamation.
“Okay, okay. Okay” I said after trying to out stare them all. By now my body was shaking in anticipation and I was having butterflies. I was already thinking out how best to drop my stuff to avoid embarrassing glimpses. The re-arranged shed had none of the old desks and clutter which you could hide behind a bit.
I reached for my trouser button undid it and then did the zipper. I pushed them down to my ankles bending (a few whistles to scare me because I don’t think they saw anything) and then stood, paused, placed my hands in my panties waistband (whistles again this time because I’d had to hitch up my fleece, jumper, t-shirt to get at my – gosh shocking pink panties), paused looked around then down to check that the jumper, t-shirt and/or hi-visibility vest would cover my modesty as I pushed them down over my bum. I pushed to the opening bars of the stripper and felt the chill on my now bare bum. I then took hold of my upper clothing at the front making sure it covered my bush and wriggled the panties to the point where gravity took over and they dropped to the ground. I was blushing given that all male eyes where on my shocking pink panties. I looked down at them – blushing even more seeing them. I was about to set off when there was a noise at the back of the crowd.
The manager arrived and the crowd parted to let him in, behind him came mum. He stared straight at the little pink beacon. Deeply embarrassing. The young manager seeing me like this in front of mum and mum seeing me like this in front of the boss. I expected fireworks and after an eternity I sprang into action and went for my clothes to pull them up.
“Well as she paid the piper yet” the boss said. This stopped me in my tracks.
“No she’s just about to” nemesis said.
I was stood rather awkwardly. I was bent over holding my trousers ready to pull them up. I lifted my head slightly to look up. I met his eyes and even though married my heart had that little yearning. I had no chance with him now he’s seen me like this I thought.
“Oh good we haven’t missed it then” he said.
He knew about this and was paying a special visit to watch. I couldn’t decided whether to be offended or pleased.
I stood up straight. “Right then” I said and started to turn to do my walk. I decided if I was going to embarrass myself in front of him I was going to do it with pride.
“Stop right there” the manager said.
I stopped and turned back.
“Don’t you remember your health and safety. What’s the number one cause of accidents?” he said.
“Trips, slips and falls” I said with out thinking feeling I was in an exam. It was like that terrible dream you get going to school naked.
“Well we can’t have you walk or run like that you might trip, slip or fall” he said.
Thank God. Some commonsense at last.
“You better take them off” he said to a cheer going up.
“What do it bottomless, that’s not fair” I said.
“I had to” said a young man still staring at my shocking pinks.
“I’m afraid it is the new rule I was hoping to spare you a bit” the foreman said with sincere apology. Not.
I thought about it for a second. Not whether or not I was going to do it. I’ve never chicken out of a bet or requirement. But how to make sure no one saw anything.
I knelt down keeping my legs as close together as I could but far enough apart that I didn’t topple. My upper clothes pulled down tight. With my free hand undid my laces. Then realised that getting boots off with your slacks and panties around your ankle knelt down wasn’t going to work. I decided to sacrifice my bum rather than bush and turned back to them by waddling around. Some one quack-quacked. Everyone finding it amusing. Back to them I raised a bit and with both hands pushed and pulled off my left boot. Whistle went up. I looked over my shoulder at mum. She nodded signifying that flesh had been flashed. I then got the other boot off to a whistle. It was easy now to trample out of the slacks and panties.
I started to walk off pulling my upper clothes down at the rear.
“Safety first” the manager called out.
I turned to look at him freeing one hand to pull the front of the upper clothes down.
“Safety boots must be worn at all time beyond the yellow line” the foreman said.
So I stepped into them have used my feet to get them up on their soles. I then to pre-empt what might come next knelt down and tied the laces. I stood still ensuring my modesty and set off on my walk. I would say that the complete circuit would take a good three minutes. The crowd singing ‘Run rabbit run rabbit run, run, run”.
It’s a long lonely walk. After awhile I looked back to make sure no one was following and could leave go my upper clothing to gain speed. The only dangerous bit was when you crossed the aisles between the stacks. A wolf whistle would go up and you never knew if it was a wind up or you’d flashed more than you should.
Once back at the front I had the issue of getting dressed in front of the crowd without showing anything. Again more wolf whistles and once checking with mum her faced showed she’d seen more than she or anyone should.
There where a few male debaggings after mine before it came time for me to move on. I’d seen a good few willies the guys seeing it as extra bravado to be able to show off their manhood without it getting them into trouble with the police. One other girl joined us in that time and had to do the fully bottomless work like me. Health and safety was never quoted for the boys.
In August 1992 mum became 50. My youngest child was about to start primary school in September. I had decided to leave the factory and go back to nursing. This required me to do a refresher course at university. Now given the terrain of the south west it was not practical to commute to university every day so the agreement was for mum and hubbies mum to have the kids to stay alternate weeks. I’d stay at university Monday through Thursday nights. Mum’s birthday fell on a Friday that year and just happened to be the last Friday of the month and my leaving day.
I’d asked mum earlier in the week if she was expected to pay her treat. She hushed me because dad and others where about. She closed the kitchen door.
“What have you heard?” she asked.
“Nothing” I said.
“I know they have something planned” she said.
So I wasn’t surprised when the afternoon tea break whistle went early as I was changing into my civvies to go home. The girls had given me my leaving presents etc at lunch time. I noticed mum working across the yard as I was walking to the door of the amenity block. I tried to get her attention but failed so followed her over to the shed. When I got to the front of the shed mum was already stood there nervously. Immaculately dressed as always except for a piece of paper in her hands. . The manager was stood next to her. The others gathered around. I pushed into the line. The manager noticed me and smiled.
“Well we have two celebrations this afternoon. Perhaps celebration is not quite the right word for us saying good-bye to ******. I’m sure we will all miss her deeply. She as been one of the best of the best. Also today we celebrate the half century and not out of ******. A mother and daughter double bill. Apparently it is the custom that every fifth year ****** here as to take a challenge. So over to you (nemesis). “ the manager said.
“Which option have you picked” nemesis asked.
Mum blushed I can’t do any of them with our ******* here” she said.
“Oh don’t worry about that she’ll be joining you” nemesis said.
“I will!” “I mean won’t” I said. Causing a few good chuckles.
“Well you have to pay your transfer fee” one of the girls said.
“Since when do we celebrate leaving” mum said.
“Since we decided too last month” the foreman said.
He was referring to a bloke that was a real pain who joined us from another company and moaned about everything. He so wanted the job with us that he went along with the debagging at the end of which the foreman said that we’d not be requiring his services anymore. We never had the intention of taking him on. One of the guys had joked that perhaps in future we should have all the rejects pay the joining fee as a leaving fee. Another guy had said that we should make that a new rule. We all didn’t object and a few actually suggested leaving payments. So I couldn’t really object to the ‘new rule’ since I hadn’t objected.
“We haven’t had a proper meeting” I said.
Normally changes to work systems these days only happened after a meeting and a memo and new pages to appropriate manual.
“Oh very funny ******. We’ll have to have the boss write a debagging policy and procedure” one of the older hands said (who didn’t really like the new regime still after four years). Everyone laughed especially the boss.
“Well which option” nemesis said.
Mum blushed. “Can you explain option D” she asked?
“The instructions are in the envelope” nemesis said pointing to the envelope held by the foreman.
Mum looked at me. “What should I pick” she asked?
“I don’t know. I don’t know the options” I said.
Mum blushed again. Nemesis turned more square to me, “Do you have the list?” she said to mum and mum held out the piece of paper she’d been clutching in her hand. Nemesis took it being closer to mum then me then passed it on to me to read.
Option A – Run the course just in panties and bra then drive home like that.
Option B – Topless hands on head and drive home in just coat.
Option C – Full debagged, or bottomless, drive home clothed.
Option D – Special Commando.
Well going home in panties and bra was out. I wasn’t running it topless. The debag was okay, but what was special commando. I figured that going commando was the better option.
“Can you clarify option D” I said.
Everyone laughed even mum.
“If you pick it we’ll tell you but I can confirm that you won’t be running around naked” nemesis said looking at mum.
I looked at mum, “Well I can’t got home just in underwear. I have to pick the kids up from his parents. And I’m not flashing me boobs to this lot” I said. I paused. “We’ve done the bottomless before … “ Mum interrupted.
“Darling you’ve got a dress on like me it would have to come off or held fully up”
“Oh no way” I said, “I’m not flashing that lot I’d rather flash me boobs”. Then I had a terrible thought mum had done it nude so perhaps option b and c where okay to her. Well better than being nude.
“D” I said to mum. Mum nodded and turned more to nemesis, “D” she said.
The foreman hand mum the envelope and she opened it as I moved closer to read it with her.
“You will run the course twice. Once with clothes on and once without bra and panties (Special Commando). They must be clearly visible in your hands. You must start and end each of the runs at the same point. You can not enter the yellow area in the same clothes as you left it in. Breech of any rules will result in a penalty”
“That’s it mum?” Asked.
Nemesis nodded.
Mum was in deep thought. “Oh no way we’ll have to strip and redress” she said. I looked at her and she whispered in my ear. I was now alarmed. Not being able to re-enter the yellow box in the same clothes you left in meant you’d have to take them off. But you couldn’t then complete the run in what you started in. I now panicked at the thought of striping naked in front of everyone. And..
“What’s the penalty” I asked.
The whole crowd together said. “Nude, naked, or starkers” depending on their chosen expression.
“You said we wouldn’t have to be naked” I said.
“No, dear, I said you won’t have to run naked” nemesis answered my question to her.
Just then inspiration hit me. Necessity being the mother of invention. “Mum. Trust me. I’ve worked it out” I said. She looked and I slowly nodded.
“We can chose where we start from?” I asked. Everyone nodded or uttered agreement “So long as its this side of the line” nemesis said.
“And the rule is we can’t re-enter the yellow area in the clothes we left in, if we started from here” Nemesis looked, she felt I think I was up to something but could figure out how I could get out of her careful trap. But then smiled and said, “Yes that’s fine”.
Mum looked nervous again. “Its okay mum. I’m going to wipe the smiles off their faces” I said.
“We’ll start from over here” I walked and after a pause mum followed to the edge of the yellow box but with our heels just inside it and our toes just before the line.
“So our first run back to here is with clothes on” I said.
“Okay but your next run as to be special commando from there” nemesis said.
We set off mum looking very puzzled. “Mum just trust me and do what I tell you. Agreed.” I said.
“Are you sure we are not going to end up paying the penalty” she asked?
“Yep! Trust me no rules will be broken” I said.
We got to the bottom of the first long section side. “Mum, trust me take your clothes off, down to your panties” mum looked as though I’d hit her with a brick.
“I’d explain but its to complicated just trust me.” I said.
I’d been naked around mum and she me. So it wasn’t the being naked that was so scary as we both started to undress it was where. We had to do it quickly before people got suspicious and came looking to see where we where and what we where up to. I signalled this by just stripping and was stood topless before mum had even really started. I had just heels, skirt, top and bra to get off. Mum soon had her things off (dress, bra, stockings, and heels) but we could here chanting from the crowd.
“Quick mum tuck your bra in your panties and put my clothes on” we dressed. We started off again. The crowd caught a glimpse of us as we past the isles then realised what they where seeing. They whistled like mad.
We went across the bottom up the other side and then entered the yellow box. We crossed to our starting point still clothed. “Right from here we go special commando” I said. I put my hands up mum dress now on me and yanked my panties down (many whistles) and the bra that was tucked inside. Mum did the same putting her hands up my skirt on her. We picked up our underwear and held them in our hands and smiled with a sense of achievement. Mum turned to me and said. “You clever, clever girl”. The crowd went wild and a few people chanted cheats.
We set off on our special commando run. When we got to the corner again. I said to mum “Right quick before the catch on.” I took off her dress to be completely naked. She quickly took off my skirt and top. We both stood for a few seconds and looked at each other naked and giggled. A bit in embarrassment, a bit at our daring, but mostly my cleverness. We where son in out own clothes and running again. The crowd jeering or cheering in equal parts. Back at the start we bowed triumphant.
There where calls for a stewards enquiry and I answered all there complaints with reference to the rules. After 10 minutes of arguing the foreman said, “Quiet! We have to accept that the ladies did not break any of the rules they just out foxed us foxes” some began to complain again but the boss stepped in. “NO. Please, everyone. (Foreman) is right they out foxed you (Nemesis). Well done ladies”.
The owner had retired from day-to-day running of the company due to his health. Mum and the foreman ran things for awhile then his son took over. His son did not settle to the task and a manager was appointed. The owner still wanted a living from the business so the new manager was task to improve the business and earn his keep. He was a graduate from university with a couple of years experience in a management role at another warehouse and distribution company. At the time I rejoined I was 26 years old and he was just a few months older than me but 27 chronologically.
He was very efficient and regulatory. He had installed a new computer and bar code reader system. Created drive-in bays so trucks could be load and unload in the warmth or shade depending on time of year. He’d fixed the leaky roof and put heaters in so you didn’t freeze in the winter. He’d had everything painted in the new corporate colours. The two Porta cabins and little supervisors hut which had stood at the front of the shed had been replaced by an external prefabricated amenities block and an internal to the shed office.
The big changed I noticed was that everything was computerised but even so the necessary paperwork was now crisper, kept safer, and handled more urgently. He’d introduced compulsory safety boots, a true uniform, hard hats and hi-visibility vests. Pedestrian ways and truck ways both internal and external had been marked out and painted with barriers as necessary. The two week induction process which was informal was now formal with tests and checklists, videos and manuals. During the two weeks I kept my ears open for talk about debaggings (I’d remembered about the incidents) but I heard none and thought they’d gone their way with the new efficiencies and regulations.
It was the end of my second week. The R4 form still existed. Although I’d worked there before under this new regime no one was exempt from the process. All the staff had had to go through it. I was working part-time. I would finish my shift at 15:15 just before the 15:30 tea break. The warehouse time was 6 until 6. I was running a little late. I heard the whistle and looked at my watch. The foreman had called break early. I finished my pick and went off to the front of the shed. A crowd had gathered. I realised immediately what the gathering was about. I’d thought that the high jinks had been knocked on the head with the new system. Perhaps not. The old owner new about the debagging but did not get involved in worker issues.
“I have here your R4” the foreman said.
I swallowed hard.
“Would you like me to sign it for you” he said. Everyone with a grin on their face.
“Yes please” I said.
“Do you all agree that we should let her join us again” the foreman said.
“So long as she is prepared to pay the fee” mum’s nemesis said.
“Oh you are not still doing that childish stuff are you” I said.
There was suddenly a crowd of nodding dogs.
“I paid last time” I said.
“Darling you can pay anytime” one of the guys said. Which was really a backhanded compliment fore I did regard myself as in superior shape to the other girls.
“You really don’t think I’m going to drop me stuff and run around bare arse do you” stupid statement elicited mock laughter and more nodding dogs. I stood my ground and the foreman presented me the R4 like holding a proclamation.
“Okay, okay. Okay” I said after trying to out stare them all. By now my body was shaking in anticipation and I was having butterflies. I was already thinking out how best to drop my stuff to avoid embarrassing glimpses. The re-arranged shed had none of the old desks and clutter which you could hide behind a bit.
I reached for my trouser button undid it and then did the zipper. I pushed them down to my ankles bending (a few whistles to scare me because I don’t think they saw anything) and then stood, paused, placed my hands in my panties waistband (whistles again this time because I’d had to hitch up my fleece, jumper, t-shirt to get at my – gosh shocking pink panties), paused looked around then down to check that the jumper, t-shirt and/or hi-visibility vest would cover my modesty as I pushed them down over my bum. I pushed to the opening bars of the stripper and felt the chill on my now bare bum. I then took hold of my upper clothing at the front making sure it covered my bush and wriggled the panties to the point where gravity took over and they dropped to the ground. I was blushing given that all male eyes where on my shocking pink panties. I looked down at them – blushing even more seeing them. I was about to set off when there was a noise at the back of the crowd.
The manager arrived and the crowd parted to let him in, behind him came mum. He stared straight at the little pink beacon. Deeply embarrassing. The young manager seeing me like this in front of mum and mum seeing me like this in front of the boss. I expected fireworks and after an eternity I sprang into action and went for my clothes to pull them up.
“Well as she paid the piper yet” the boss said. This stopped me in my tracks.
“No she’s just about to” nemesis said.
I was stood rather awkwardly. I was bent over holding my trousers ready to pull them up. I lifted my head slightly to look up. I met his eyes and even though married my heart had that little yearning. I had no chance with him now he’s seen me like this I thought.
“Oh good we haven’t missed it then” he said.
He knew about this and was paying a special visit to watch. I couldn’t decided whether to be offended or pleased.
I stood up straight. “Right then” I said and started to turn to do my walk. I decided if I was going to embarrass myself in front of him I was going to do it with pride.
“Stop right there” the manager said.
I stopped and turned back.
“Don’t you remember your health and safety. What’s the number one cause of accidents?” he said.
“Trips, slips and falls” I said with out thinking feeling I was in an exam. It was like that terrible dream you get going to school naked.
“Well we can’t have you walk or run like that you might trip, slip or fall” he said.
Thank God. Some commonsense at last.
“You better take them off” he said to a cheer going up.
“What do it bottomless, that’s not fair” I said.
“I had to” said a young man still staring at my shocking pinks.
“I’m afraid it is the new rule I was hoping to spare you a bit” the foreman said with sincere apology. Not.
I thought about it for a second. Not whether or not I was going to do it. I’ve never chicken out of a bet or requirement. But how to make sure no one saw anything.
I knelt down keeping my legs as close together as I could but far enough apart that I didn’t topple. My upper clothes pulled down tight. With my free hand undid my laces. Then realised that getting boots off with your slacks and panties around your ankle knelt down wasn’t going to work. I decided to sacrifice my bum rather than bush and turned back to them by waddling around. Some one quack-quacked. Everyone finding it amusing. Back to them I raised a bit and with both hands pushed and pulled off my left boot. Whistle went up. I looked over my shoulder at mum. She nodded signifying that flesh had been flashed. I then got the other boot off to a whistle. It was easy now to trample out of the slacks and panties.
I started to walk off pulling my upper clothes down at the rear.
“Safety first” the manager called out.
I turned to look at him freeing one hand to pull the front of the upper clothes down.
“Safety boots must be worn at all time beyond the yellow line” the foreman said.
So I stepped into them have used my feet to get them up on their soles. I then to pre-empt what might come next knelt down and tied the laces. I stood still ensuring my modesty and set off on my walk. I would say that the complete circuit would take a good three minutes. The crowd singing ‘Run rabbit run rabbit run, run, run”.
It’s a long lonely walk. After awhile I looked back to make sure no one was following and could leave go my upper clothing to gain speed. The only dangerous bit was when you crossed the aisles between the stacks. A wolf whistle would go up and you never knew if it was a wind up or you’d flashed more than you should.
Once back at the front I had the issue of getting dressed in front of the crowd without showing anything. Again more wolf whistles and once checking with mum her faced showed she’d seen more than she or anyone should.
There where a few male debaggings after mine before it came time for me to move on. I’d seen a good few willies the guys seeing it as extra bravado to be able to show off their manhood without it getting them into trouble with the police. One other girl joined us in that time and had to do the fully bottomless work like me. Health and safety was never quoted for the boys.
In August 1992 mum became 50. My youngest child was about to start primary school in September. I had decided to leave the factory and go back to nursing. This required me to do a refresher course at university. Now given the terrain of the south west it was not practical to commute to university every day so the agreement was for mum and hubbies mum to have the kids to stay alternate weeks. I’d stay at university Monday through Thursday nights. Mum’s birthday fell on a Friday that year and just happened to be the last Friday of the month and my leaving day.
I’d asked mum earlier in the week if she was expected to pay her treat. She hushed me because dad and others where about. She closed the kitchen door.
“What have you heard?” she asked.
“Nothing” I said.
“I know they have something planned” she said.
So I wasn’t surprised when the afternoon tea break whistle went early as I was changing into my civvies to go home. The girls had given me my leaving presents etc at lunch time. I noticed mum working across the yard as I was walking to the door of the amenity block. I tried to get her attention but failed so followed her over to the shed. When I got to the front of the shed mum was already stood there nervously. Immaculately dressed as always except for a piece of paper in her hands. . The manager was stood next to her. The others gathered around. I pushed into the line. The manager noticed me and smiled.
“Well we have two celebrations this afternoon. Perhaps celebration is not quite the right word for us saying good-bye to ******. I’m sure we will all miss her deeply. She as been one of the best of the best. Also today we celebrate the half century and not out of ******. A mother and daughter double bill. Apparently it is the custom that every fifth year ****** here as to take a challenge. So over to you (nemesis). “ the manager said.
“Which option have you picked” nemesis asked.
Mum blushed I can’t do any of them with our ******* here” she said.
“Oh don’t worry about that she’ll be joining you” nemesis said.
“I will!” “I mean won’t” I said. Causing a few good chuckles.
“Well you have to pay your transfer fee” one of the girls said.
“Since when do we celebrate leaving” mum said.
“Since we decided too last month” the foreman said.
He was referring to a bloke that was a real pain who joined us from another company and moaned about everything. He so wanted the job with us that he went along with the debagging at the end of which the foreman said that we’d not be requiring his services anymore. We never had the intention of taking him on. One of the guys had joked that perhaps in future we should have all the rejects pay the joining fee as a leaving fee. Another guy had said that we should make that a new rule. We all didn’t object and a few actually suggested leaving payments. So I couldn’t really object to the ‘new rule’ since I hadn’t objected.
“We haven’t had a proper meeting” I said.
Normally changes to work systems these days only happened after a meeting and a memo and new pages to appropriate manual.
“Oh very funny ******. We’ll have to have the boss write a debagging policy and procedure” one of the older hands said (who didn’t really like the new regime still after four years). Everyone laughed especially the boss.
“Well which option” nemesis said.
Mum blushed. “Can you explain option D” she asked?
“The instructions are in the envelope” nemesis said pointing to the envelope held by the foreman.
Mum looked at me. “What should I pick” she asked?
“I don’t know. I don’t know the options” I said.
Mum blushed again. Nemesis turned more square to me, “Do you have the list?” she said to mum and mum held out the piece of paper she’d been clutching in her hand. Nemesis took it being closer to mum then me then passed it on to me to read.
Option A – Run the course just in panties and bra then drive home like that.
Option B – Topless hands on head and drive home in just coat.
Option C – Full debagged, or bottomless, drive home clothed.
Option D – Special Commando.
Well going home in panties and bra was out. I wasn’t running it topless. The debag was okay, but what was special commando. I figured that going commando was the better option.
“Can you clarify option D” I said.
Everyone laughed even mum.
“If you pick it we’ll tell you but I can confirm that you won’t be running around naked” nemesis said looking at mum.
I looked at mum, “Well I can’t got home just in underwear. I have to pick the kids up from his parents. And I’m not flashing me boobs to this lot” I said. I paused. “We’ve done the bottomless before … “ Mum interrupted.
“Darling you’ve got a dress on like me it would have to come off or held fully up”
“Oh no way” I said, “I’m not flashing that lot I’d rather flash me boobs”. Then I had a terrible thought mum had done it nude so perhaps option b and c where okay to her. Well better than being nude.
“D” I said to mum. Mum nodded and turned more to nemesis, “D” she said.
The foreman hand mum the envelope and she opened it as I moved closer to read it with her.
“You will run the course twice. Once with clothes on and once without bra and panties (Special Commando). They must be clearly visible in your hands. You must start and end each of the runs at the same point. You can not enter the yellow area in the same clothes as you left it in. Breech of any rules will result in a penalty”
“That’s it mum?” Asked.
Nemesis nodded.
Mum was in deep thought. “Oh no way we’ll have to strip and redress” she said. I looked at her and she whispered in my ear. I was now alarmed. Not being able to re-enter the yellow box in the same clothes you left in meant you’d have to take them off. But you couldn’t then complete the run in what you started in. I now panicked at the thought of striping naked in front of everyone. And..
“What’s the penalty” I asked.
The whole crowd together said. “Nude, naked, or starkers” depending on their chosen expression.
“You said we wouldn’t have to be naked” I said.
“No, dear, I said you won’t have to run naked” nemesis answered my question to her.
Just then inspiration hit me. Necessity being the mother of invention. “Mum. Trust me. I’ve worked it out” I said. She looked and I slowly nodded.
“We can chose where we start from?” I asked. Everyone nodded or uttered agreement “So long as its this side of the line” nemesis said.
“And the rule is we can’t re-enter the yellow area in the clothes we left in, if we started from here” Nemesis looked, she felt I think I was up to something but could figure out how I could get out of her careful trap. But then smiled and said, “Yes that’s fine”.
Mum looked nervous again. “Its okay mum. I’m going to wipe the smiles off their faces” I said.
“We’ll start from over here” I walked and after a pause mum followed to the edge of the yellow box but with our heels just inside it and our toes just before the line.
“So our first run back to here is with clothes on” I said.
“Okay but your next run as to be special commando from there” nemesis said.
We set off mum looking very puzzled. “Mum just trust me and do what I tell you. Agreed.” I said.
“Are you sure we are not going to end up paying the penalty” she asked?
“Yep! Trust me no rules will be broken” I said.
We got to the bottom of the first long section side. “Mum, trust me take your clothes off, down to your panties” mum looked as though I’d hit her with a brick.
“I’d explain but its to complicated just trust me.” I said.
I’d been naked around mum and she me. So it wasn’t the being naked that was so scary as we both started to undress it was where. We had to do it quickly before people got suspicious and came looking to see where we where and what we where up to. I signalled this by just stripping and was stood topless before mum had even really started. I had just heels, skirt, top and bra to get off. Mum soon had her things off (dress, bra, stockings, and heels) but we could here chanting from the crowd.
“Quick mum tuck your bra in your panties and put my clothes on” we dressed. We started off again. The crowd caught a glimpse of us as we past the isles then realised what they where seeing. They whistled like mad.
We went across the bottom up the other side and then entered the yellow box. We crossed to our starting point still clothed. “Right from here we go special commando” I said. I put my hands up mum dress now on me and yanked my panties down (many whistles) and the bra that was tucked inside. Mum did the same putting her hands up my skirt on her. We picked up our underwear and held them in our hands and smiled with a sense of achievement. Mum turned to me and said. “You clever, clever girl”. The crowd went wild and a few people chanted cheats.
We set off on our special commando run. When we got to the corner again. I said to mum “Right quick before the catch on.” I took off her dress to be completely naked. She quickly took off my skirt and top. We both stood for a few seconds and looked at each other naked and giggled. A bit in embarrassment, a bit at our daring, but mostly my cleverness. We where son in out own clothes and running again. The crowd jeering or cheering in equal parts. Back at the start we bowed triumphant.
There where calls for a stewards enquiry and I answered all there complaints with reference to the rules. After 10 minutes of arguing the foreman said, “Quiet! We have to accept that the ladies did not break any of the rules they just out foxed us foxes” some began to complain again but the boss stepped in. “NO. Please, everyone. (Foreman) is right they out foxed you (Nemesis). Well done ladies”.
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