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take so much before in chops automatically.
Thursday 13th of October started the consequences from the second envelope. The message on the front you may remember was "Do not open unless you accept the mission possible." I'd foolishly during the party after my birthday mission got curious as to the contents of the two envelopes I'd rejected.
The inside paper was not the normal little slip. The simple instruction last time was that my mission was to not wear outer clothes in the office and under clothes outside the office during working hours for one week and if asked I must prove my state of undress. The slip of paper was well a slip of paper.
These instructions where on a sheet of A4. I'd seen the central instruction and knotted my stomach given what had happen when we'd made one of the other girls do this. So walking to work on Thursday I was already in a high state of anxiety just thinking about that aspect of the mission possible. I hadn't been allowed to keep the instructions so I had only the outline memory. I had the day before been prepped by Carol on what the instructions said my travel case should contain.
I arrived to a full office. Strange given that only the three of us Carol, Sue and me where going to the conference early to be joined by Lynn from home because she lived nearer the conference. I found myself in the office with everyone stood or sat around. Carol presented the 'pick box' to me. A little box we used to pick lots for tasks that no one wanted to do. It had also been used in the past to choose your fate for punishments, dares, forfeits, etc. I picked Emily one of the new younger girls. I had seen her naked twice. Once at her initiation and once at her first birthday. Poor thing started on the Monday and had her birthday on the Wednesday. She of course had seen me naked a few times now. At my 40th Birthday and a couple of times last week.
She took me off to the toilets along with my case. Once inside I was not surprised to hear the command strip naked. And that’s how I soon found myself. She watched enthusiastically and made sure of my discomfort once I was naked by looking. Its worse when you have just one person looking at you. She now turned to my case. "Please open it for me" she said. I wasn't sure if this was a calculated move or not but she now had my boobs and bush on show. I say boobs and bush because this is what she called them when they came into full view. I opened the case and she selected my red bikini. It was a standard type. Two triangular curved patches to cover breasts with a string tie around neck and back. A egg timer piece of cloth folded under my private area which was tied in place at the side above my hips with strings.
I put my heels back on and was given the keys to the secure door of the factory. Thursday was a bit nippy very early so driving to our production site in the little works van caused goose bumps on two accounts. There was a few trucks and vans about this early. I pulled up at the rear door and used the code key to open it. This time of the morning there should not be anyone around. There was always cars in the car park because other factories used it because they did not have enough space. There was always the possibility of there being a problem with the automation over night and a team needing to either stay back after midnight or be called back.
I walked along the corridor the main lights automatically coming on. The only light prior to this was the low energy emergency lighting. I walked to the store room and found the first box set aside for our conference. The trolley for moving full boxes wasn't where it normally was so I had to go and find it. It took about 15 minutes it being hidden as opposed to just left in the kitchen area.
I got the first two boxes on the trolley and looked at the time 5:48 day shift would come on soon. I took the boxes to the van and started loading. I heard a car puling up at the front. Probably Bill the site manager. He started earlier than others to get the place open. He'd go in the front, so long as I was quick he wouldn't see me.
I went back in and loaded the third and fourth boxes. I pushed the trolley out of the store and into the corridor and turned to secure the store room.
There was a very long wolf whistle. I turned my head rather than my body to see. Bill was looking at my bikini clad rear.
"I wish you girls came to work like that every day" Bill said.
I bet he did.
"Its a dare" I said.
"Not from where I'm stood" Bill said.
"You wouldn't go gossiping. Will you" I said.
"No. So long as I get to see the full effect" Bill said.
I smiled and turned.
Bill smiled appreciatively. "I think I'll put it in the suggestion box." he said.
"Put what?" I asked.
"Your bikini" he said.
"My bikini?" I asked.
"Yes. That to increase production we should have all the girls wear bikinis". He said.
"OH. I thought you meant the bikini (and pointed to the outline of the bikini)." I said.
"OH. That would be an idea" Bill said.
"When you say every girl do you mean Miss Twopence as well" I asked?
Bill shuddered. "Oh no just the stunners like you" he said.
I decided that was enough conversation. "Will you help me load" I asked?
Just at that a door banged shut and foot steps echoed. My stomach knotted and two more workers appeared. Barry and Dave C both whistled and a twirl was forthcoming to be allowed past. They both helped me load the van but insisted that I took the trolley back. This resulted in three more people seeing me in my bikini including Babs the female supervisor who really dislikes us 'Dolls' as she calls us. She menaced a complaint to the MD for an official reprimand unless I gave the two younger blokes with her a eyeful. The MD knew all about our little games. His daughter having been one of us for some years. So long as we didn't bring bad publicity he didn't interfere.
Bill and Dave C had seen me in a much skimpier bikini one day when I was sunbathing at the near by seaside resort. They'd spotted me walking to the beach and after making the delivery they where doing they decided to walk along the beach to find me. So the anxiety and near wee-wee state wasn't about what they could see but that they shouldn't be seeing that at work. I drove back to our offices and realised that my situation would only get worse from here on in. The red bikini was now out of play until all other choices had been used.
I was back in the office having had to move the boxes from the van to the mini bus. Being near naked in our car park was a bit more nerve racking. Since I'd left more cars had arrived so other building uses must be about. Lou's name came out next and she took my case and told me to wait and she'd call.
Each of us had our way of stripping the victim or pilling on the agony of the dare, forfeit etc. Not sure what to call this, perhaps transition, yes transition. We each had our own way of transitioning from normal life to naughty mode. Or between different aspects of naughty mode.
Lou called me out to the toilet. What had she picked. "Strip before you enter and leave the bikini in the corridor" she called out to me as I crossed the corridor. Stripping from a bikini quickly is easy so long as ties don't get tangled. Which they did so I ended stood in the corridor viewable from both doors to anyone who entered topless. Eventually naked bikini left on floor as instructed. I entered and there it was hanging from the back of the open disabled cubicle. My babe doll nighty. Black with pink ribbons. Not see-through thank goodness but very short for running and moving around. I expected to be wearing it I the hotel. I couldn't believe that she was going to be so cruel. Well yes actually I could. I had little choice in the matter and soon transformed from beach babe to baby doll. The others burst out laughing when they saw what Lou had picked for me.
I had once driven part way to a conference naked. So this was a big improvement. Not. Off we set the girls insisting I sat up front. More than once we saw the surprised face of a oncoming trucker. They saw my equally surprised face. Half way to the conference we pulled into a motorway cafe.
I needed a drink and a pee. No mercy was shown to me what so ever. So if you where around the North Weald area on Thursday at a roadside cafe and you saw a 40ish lady in just a baby doll scampering around you now know who it was. The girls made the excuse to staff that I had spilled a full tube of cosmetics over my uniform and this was all we had to preserve my modesty.
At lease a few people in the cafe itself would of seen a side view of me and those at the petrol station especially the two male wolf whistlers would have got an eye full.
We set off for our final destination.
We arrived at the conference facility and I had to walk in through the promoters entrance with a good 20 plus sets of eyes on me. Thankfully the girls had allowed me my rain coat even if it was unbuttoned and just held together. Carol give the cover story and the reception staff said that they could arrange laundry. Carol said that the clothes where ruined and already thrown away but the London office was sending a replacement. This being Lynn. My uniform left behind in the bus would be collected by her on arrival.
Thankfully I could hide in the reception office. Lynn arrived some 10 minutes later, retrieving my uniform once she had gotten the key from Carol. I figured on walking across the back reception to the toilets to change but the reception staff said I could just stay there because guests to the conference where arriving and they thought to spare my modesty. I noticed that my colleague had brought everything but my underwear.
Thursday 13th of October started the consequences from the second envelope. The message on the front you may remember was "Do not open unless you accept the mission possible." I'd foolishly during the party after my birthday mission got curious as to the contents of the two envelopes I'd rejected.
The inside paper was not the normal little slip. The simple instruction last time was that my mission was to not wear outer clothes in the office and under clothes outside the office during working hours for one week and if asked I must prove my state of undress. The slip of paper was well a slip of paper.
These instructions where on a sheet of A4. I'd seen the central instruction and knotted my stomach given what had happen when we'd made one of the other girls do this. So walking to work on Thursday I was already in a high state of anxiety just thinking about that aspect of the mission possible. I hadn't been allowed to keep the instructions so I had only the outline memory. I had the day before been prepped by Carol on what the instructions said my travel case should contain.
I arrived to a full office. Strange given that only the three of us Carol, Sue and me where going to the conference early to be joined by Lynn from home because she lived nearer the conference. I found myself in the office with everyone stood or sat around. Carol presented the 'pick box' to me. A little box we used to pick lots for tasks that no one wanted to do. It had also been used in the past to choose your fate for punishments, dares, forfeits, etc. I picked Emily one of the new younger girls. I had seen her naked twice. Once at her initiation and once at her first birthday. Poor thing started on the Monday and had her birthday on the Wednesday. She of course had seen me naked a few times now. At my 40th Birthday and a couple of times last week.
She took me off to the toilets along with my case. Once inside I was not surprised to hear the command strip naked. And that’s how I soon found myself. She watched enthusiastically and made sure of my discomfort once I was naked by looking. Its worse when you have just one person looking at you. She now turned to my case. "Please open it for me" she said. I wasn't sure if this was a calculated move or not but she now had my boobs and bush on show. I say boobs and bush because this is what she called them when they came into full view. I opened the case and she selected my red bikini. It was a standard type. Two triangular curved patches to cover breasts with a string tie around neck and back. A egg timer piece of cloth folded under my private area which was tied in place at the side above my hips with strings.
I put my heels back on and was given the keys to the secure door of the factory. Thursday was a bit nippy very early so driving to our production site in the little works van caused goose bumps on two accounts. There was a few trucks and vans about this early. I pulled up at the rear door and used the code key to open it. This time of the morning there should not be anyone around. There was always cars in the car park because other factories used it because they did not have enough space. There was always the possibility of there being a problem with the automation over night and a team needing to either stay back after midnight or be called back.
I walked along the corridor the main lights automatically coming on. The only light prior to this was the low energy emergency lighting. I walked to the store room and found the first box set aside for our conference. The trolley for moving full boxes wasn't where it normally was so I had to go and find it. It took about 15 minutes it being hidden as opposed to just left in the kitchen area.
I got the first two boxes on the trolley and looked at the time 5:48 day shift would come on soon. I took the boxes to the van and started loading. I heard a car puling up at the front. Probably Bill the site manager. He started earlier than others to get the place open. He'd go in the front, so long as I was quick he wouldn't see me.
I went back in and loaded the third and fourth boxes. I pushed the trolley out of the store and into the corridor and turned to secure the store room.
There was a very long wolf whistle. I turned my head rather than my body to see. Bill was looking at my bikini clad rear.
"I wish you girls came to work like that every day" Bill said.
I bet he did.
"Its a dare" I said.
"Not from where I'm stood" Bill said.
"You wouldn't go gossiping. Will you" I said.
"No. So long as I get to see the full effect" Bill said.
I smiled and turned.
Bill smiled appreciatively. "I think I'll put it in the suggestion box." he said.
"Put what?" I asked.
"Your bikini" he said.
"My bikini?" I asked.
"Yes. That to increase production we should have all the girls wear bikinis". He said.
"OH. I thought you meant the bikini (and pointed to the outline of the bikini)." I said.
"OH. That would be an idea" Bill said.
"When you say every girl do you mean Miss Twopence as well" I asked?
Bill shuddered. "Oh no just the stunners like you" he said.
I decided that was enough conversation. "Will you help me load" I asked?
Just at that a door banged shut and foot steps echoed. My stomach knotted and two more workers appeared. Barry and Dave C both whistled and a twirl was forthcoming to be allowed past. They both helped me load the van but insisted that I took the trolley back. This resulted in three more people seeing me in my bikini including Babs the female supervisor who really dislikes us 'Dolls' as she calls us. She menaced a complaint to the MD for an official reprimand unless I gave the two younger blokes with her a eyeful. The MD knew all about our little games. His daughter having been one of us for some years. So long as we didn't bring bad publicity he didn't interfere.
Bill and Dave C had seen me in a much skimpier bikini one day when I was sunbathing at the near by seaside resort. They'd spotted me walking to the beach and after making the delivery they where doing they decided to walk along the beach to find me. So the anxiety and near wee-wee state wasn't about what they could see but that they shouldn't be seeing that at work. I drove back to our offices and realised that my situation would only get worse from here on in. The red bikini was now out of play until all other choices had been used.
I was back in the office having had to move the boxes from the van to the mini bus. Being near naked in our car park was a bit more nerve racking. Since I'd left more cars had arrived so other building uses must be about. Lou's name came out next and she took my case and told me to wait and she'd call.
Each of us had our way of stripping the victim or pilling on the agony of the dare, forfeit etc. Not sure what to call this, perhaps transition, yes transition. We each had our own way of transitioning from normal life to naughty mode. Or between different aspects of naughty mode.
Lou called me out to the toilet. What had she picked. "Strip before you enter and leave the bikini in the corridor" she called out to me as I crossed the corridor. Stripping from a bikini quickly is easy so long as ties don't get tangled. Which they did so I ended stood in the corridor viewable from both doors to anyone who entered topless. Eventually naked bikini left on floor as instructed. I entered and there it was hanging from the back of the open disabled cubicle. My babe doll nighty. Black with pink ribbons. Not see-through thank goodness but very short for running and moving around. I expected to be wearing it I the hotel. I couldn't believe that she was going to be so cruel. Well yes actually I could. I had little choice in the matter and soon transformed from beach babe to baby doll. The others burst out laughing when they saw what Lou had picked for me.
I had once driven part way to a conference naked. So this was a big improvement. Not. Off we set the girls insisting I sat up front. More than once we saw the surprised face of a oncoming trucker. They saw my equally surprised face. Half way to the conference we pulled into a motorway cafe.
I needed a drink and a pee. No mercy was shown to me what so ever. So if you where around the North Weald area on Thursday at a roadside cafe and you saw a 40ish lady in just a baby doll scampering around you now know who it was. The girls made the excuse to staff that I had spilled a full tube of cosmetics over my uniform and this was all we had to preserve my modesty.
At lease a few people in the cafe itself would of seen a side view of me and those at the petrol station especially the two male wolf whistlers would have got an eye full.
We set off for our final destination.
We arrived at the conference facility and I had to walk in through the promoters entrance with a good 20 plus sets of eyes on me. Thankfully the girls had allowed me my rain coat even if it was unbuttoned and just held together. Carol give the cover story and the reception staff said that they could arrange laundry. Carol said that the clothes where ruined and already thrown away but the London office was sending a replacement. This being Lynn. My uniform left behind in the bus would be collected by her on arrival.
Thankfully I could hide in the reception office. Lynn arrived some 10 minutes later, retrieving my uniform once she had gotten the key from Carol. I figured on walking across the back reception to the toilets to change but the reception staff said I could just stay there because guests to the conference where arriving and they thought to spare my modesty. I noticed that my colleague had brought everything but my underwear.
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