AFN Part 17

My 45th Birthday heralded my second treat. Each birthday I wondered if there would be a treat to pay. My daughter had left the warehouse for her gap year and I was told by nemesis junior and senior on one occasion bumping into her on the street that number one daughters leaving payment was to work completely naked hands on head around the sacking shelves of the big new food goods warehouse. I once timed myself walking around that shed it took me just on ten minutes. I tried not to imaging myself or my daughter doing it but whether being naked and bare foot would make you slower or quicker. My daughter had started at university media studies and in the vacations would return to the warehouse. I tried to make sure I wasn’t around for these visits just in case payment was required. The MD’s wife and nemesis would drop hints including:- working a shift in the clean store in just the white coat with nothing else on, a ride topless in a truck, and a naked walk around the canteen full of staff, and a naked run around the stacking on more than one occasion.

I had seen nemesis junior and the MD’s wife have to run down the corridor of the admin block in just panties when they messed up some paper work that was relatively important. There where rumours about both of them having to pay treats to the senior management but I’d never witnessed any.

I thought my second treat would be a lot easier than my first. My daughter had got her degree and had found a job in a media company in London. Then the recession came and just after 2 months the company let her go as they put it and just before Christmas she ended up home. She immediately against my pleas returned to working at the warehouse. Has it turned out she was only there working on the floor for a month when the MD asked her to help him develop a new marketing campaign. She’d done marketing as part of her degree and now she works for the company has a marketing manager.

So as my birthday came close I was concerned about having to do a treat and equally not having to do one. Since the MD’s comment I had realised that I did in deed like my little adventures and replayed them in my mind and elaborated them. I was more concerned not having to do it in front of number one daughter. Equally on her return I’d worked out that the usual two week trial point would be just before my birthday.

I arrived at the ware house to do some routine assessments of four workers who had injured themselves lifting to see if they where ready to return to normal duties. The MD’s wife popped her head around the door and wished me happy birthday for the next day. She gave me her customary kiss and a card. I finished the last assessment and was writing up the notes when there was a knock at the door. I called come in and the door opened.

My daughter came through the door and I immediately interrogated her. “Where are your clothes?” I asked as if I didn’t no.

“Where do you think in the dispatch office. Let me get warm” she said entering rubbing her hands and body hugging herself as she crossed to the radiator. The dispatch office having a clear central space was normally where victims where stripped or their clothes put if it was going to be a ‘prolonged suffering’ as one of the older workers once called it to me.

“What have they made you do?” I asked.

“Nothing yet just had to strip and put this on and come and get you for your treat” she said causing my stomach to cramp at the word treat. She was dressed by the way, if you can call wearing a bath robe dressed. It was one of the rainbow stripped ones that hung up behind my door for patients to wear to be seen by the doctor or physiotherapist. I had noticed one was missing but thought that the laundry hadn’t returned it.

I could tell that she did not have any outer clothes or footwear being bare leged I was hoping that she had her underwear on underneath.

“I’m not doing my treat with you like that” I said.

“I don’t very much I’ll be wearing this much longer when we get to the shed” she said. I blushed but controlled it.

“(MD’s Wife) said you might be a bit reticent so she said to tell you that I will suffer double and you’ll end up paying more than you are prepared to lose” my stomach cramped again at her words and my motherly instinct to protect my little 22 year old baby kicked in.

“Okay lets get it over with” I said and stood to make for the door.

“Not so fast mum you have to go over dressed like this” she said sweeping her hands over herself. I blushed.

“I’m not walking around like that” I said.

“Okay I’ll go and tell (MD’s wife) shall I” she said.

I of course was in three minds. One wanted whatever was coming. One didn’t. One didn’t want to seem too keen to my daughter. Another really didn’t want my daughter to see me doing whatever was planned and I didn’t really want to know what they had planned for her let alone see.

I stepped after a thinking pause to the side of my intended course and moved to the robes hung up to the side of the door. I took down the first robe which had not be used that day. I crossed to the treatment table and drew the screens. My number one daughter saying “Oh mummy, I’ve seen it all”.

I slipped off my flat shoes and then took off my dress belt before reaching behind and un zipping it. I shrugged it off my shoulders keeping hold of it and lowered it sufficient that I could step out of it. I put it over the table. I next took off my slip I had taken to wearing these to give an extra layer of warmth and the fact that the new dresses where a bit more see-through than the old ones. I then took off my tights and put on the robe.

I pulled back the curtains to see number one daughter smiling and trying to still warm herself. “Lets get this over with” I said.

“You’ll need your panties with you” she said. This caused me a blush, not sure why, perhaps it was the thought that I’d been stupid enough to take my underwear off.

“Don’t be funny I’m wearing them” I said with a mocking tone.

“Sorry, (Has might well be my girl I thought) I thought I had made it clear but perhaps not you need to dress like me” she said.

“I am!” I said quite indigent.

She looked perplexed and then said “Oh no mum I’ve got nought on under this” I now blushed.

“You can’t mean….” I said and she nodded. I cross eyed her and went back behind the curtain pulling it over. I slipped off the robe and removed somewhat hesitantly my bra then my panties. I replaced the robe fastened it and took a deep breath before turning pausing took another deep breath and pulled back the curtain.

“Satisfied?” I said dangling my black panties from my left hand and giggling them.

“You can put them in your pocket for the walk” she said, how kind I thought.

She led off down the long corridor of the utility block. I was showing caution at passing the canteen room for staff, she was just walking quite abandoned. The corridor seemed extra long. Has we approached the side door to go out and cross the yard I could see to male and a female worker crisscrossing the yard. They had almost disappeared as we reached the door and I expected my daughter to stop wait until they had gone and check for signs of life. But no she just walked straight out pushing the door open making enough noise to wake the dead.

January was especially cold that year we’d had a frost on the ground all day. The cold air soon found on protected parts. The metal steps sent a chill spear up my body. I drew breath and made a strange exclamation sound.

“Its okay they’ll freeze numb after a few steps” my number one daughter said. By the time we got to the new clean shed I was shivering. I was surprised that we’d gone to the clean shed since normally initiations and the likes where always done in the old shed. At least the clean unit was very warm. Well in comparison to the other more open sheds any way. We walked in and into the packaging area. MD’s wife and nemesis junior where already there.

“Are good” MD’s wife said and Nemesis started clapping, “Ladies can I have your attention please”

Stood to the side was a 30 year old women and a younger say 24/26 year old woman. They where dressed in panties. Both where covering their naked breasts. I’d not seen these two for a medical and wondered why not.

“Right (AFN) you stand here whilst these three make their joining payment.” Nemesis junior said.

I moved to the spot she indicated.

“Right {name} you first hands on head” MD’s wife said. The older woman hesitated.

“Do I have to” she asked?

“Yes you do you know well the rules” MD’s wife said.

She raised her hands on to her head and began her work around the outside of the packing benches. At least in hear it was all women. There where a few men who worked in the clean shed but I could not see them. The woman took about five minutes to complete her walk. Mean while MD’s wife and nemesis junior made small talk with the occasional catty remark about the woman’s figure. She returned to the start and was told to stand hands on head.

Next the younger woman was sent on her way and she more scampered than walked and was made to stop and twirl as punishment after each little scamper. She took about the same time in the end and was sent to stand hands on head next to the older women.

By now I was getting worked up. I figured that I and my daughter would have to either put our panties on first then take the robes off or at worse take the robes off and put our panties on.

“Right (number one daughter) your turn you know what you have to do” Nemesis said.

My daughter surprised me she stripped off the robe to be naked. She let it drop to the floor and placed her hands on her head. She moved to the centre of the open area between the first benches and the entry and slowly twirled ensuring that I got a very good view of everything. I looked away and blushed but MD’s wife saw me.

“You looked good enough at the other two so you can give your daughter a good viewing or I’ll have her here naked every day for a month” MD’s wife said.

I looked up at this and couldn’t help but take in my daughters fully naked front. Then as she slowly turned her rear. She was then sent on her way to much applause and canting like the other two women had received from the room of some 20 to 30 women. She walked slowly and precisely turn her body angle to make sure she was seen well by every one. Some woman turned away only to then sneak a peek. My daughter arrived back and was sent to stand next to the two topless woman.

“Right your turn {AFN}” nemesis said.

“I’m not doing it naked” I said.

“Well you have a choice. Once naked with hands on head, twice naked but covering what you can, three times topless hands on head or four times topless covering. “ MD’s wife said.

I was well I wasn’t sure what but I was processing the meaning of it. I wasn’t thinking 1, 2, 3 or 4 rounds but 5, 10, 15, or 20 minutes.

“I can’t do any of them” I said.

“Oh I think you can or I’ll have both of you plus these two doing the figure of eight streak outside around the sheds.” MD’s wife said.

“I’ll freeze” was all I could say.

I thought about it. Well nude no way. So 3 or 4. Ummh.

“I’ll do one of the topless ones but I’m putting my panties on first before I take the robe off” I said.

“Okay” said MD’s wife.

I looked at my poor daughter and the other two women where they going to have to stand there like that until I was finished.

I turned my back to the audience and took my black panties out of my packet and slipped into them. Once I had secured them around my body and I undid my robes belt and slipped it off. I prepared myself and then turned around and began my first circuit. It took ages. The woman canting and cheering. As I turned at the bottom I could look up across the packing benches at my naked daughter and the two topless women. Depending on the angle and whether I was at a alley way between the benches of in line with the benches I could either see my daughter just topless or fully naked. I arrived back at the start MD’s wife and nemesis grinning broadly. I started back down the first side again back to the row of models. I heard the clean door barrier whoosh and looked to see who had come in. It was the MD.

Before I could enact what I had thought nemesis called out to me that if I tried to shield myself I’d start again. MD’s wife was commanding the other two woman to put there hands back on their heads.
I continued on my way topless hands on head knowing that the MD was going to see at least my boobs. He was giving my daughter and the other two woman a good viewing. I completed that circuit and started on my final tour. I was a bit quicker this time wanting it over with and to get covered. But the MD made sure he had a good look by walking amongst the benches. Once I arrived back I had to do a twirl for the near dropping of my hands then was allowed to dress.

My daughter was told to stay naked until she and I where called for but the other two women where allowed to dress and where sent off to the admin office. My panties where no where to be seen. I stood around my daughter naked chatting to the MD the other women want back to work and looked over to my daughter once an a while. She was not management at this point that came the next week but the MD was talking to my daughter about it.

The wall phone rang and the MD answered it and said we both could go over to my office. My daughter put her robe on and off we went. Once more freezing our tender parts. When back at my office MD’s wife and nemesis where waiting. The curtains had been pulled around the bed so that I noticed straight away my clothes had gone.

“Where are my clothes?” I asked.

“In your locker” MD’s wife said.

“OH you idiot my keys in the pocket” I said.

MD’s wife produced the key from her pocket and dangled it from the finger tips of her right hand. I made for it but being cold I wasn’t quick enough.

“Not so fast. You are both to strip off and put your hands on your head and give me a good show and you can have the key or you can go home naked. (I looked and she must have read my mind for she said quickly with a smile). Yes we’ll strip that robe off you first”.

What could we do but comply. I removed the robe as did my daughter and stood hands on head. I was made to spread my legs and they both circled me for a look. My daughter suffered a similar fate. We where then allowed the key and told to go and get our clothes from my locker like that. This meant a naked walk down the full-length of the corridor to the female changing rooms and back carrying our clothes. The clothes where in a security holdall zip locked and we figure correctly the nemesis would have the key. We dressed with the two of them watching us then after hugs where taken to the admin office for abirthday cake and tea.

Oh nearly forgot.

The reason I had not given the two women medicals was that the 30 year old was just a friend of the MD’s wife. Her hubby was a friend of the MD. The young woman was the daughter of a neighbour. My daughter said that her mother had done a streak at the ware house some years before as a payment for some neighbourly disagreement. The MD’s wife I had found out some years ago was a bi-sexual dominatrix.

AFN Part 16

After mum had left the warehouse I figured I’d rarely see any interesting activity. The next year 2003 saw my 40th birthday. I had not expected to be working at the warehouse that week but the MD had recently renew our now official contract with him The provision of occupational services had brought a good income into the surgery which we used to improve the situation for the local community. He’d wanted a complete health check done on all staff after two of his older workers had both suffered heart attacks. I had joked about keeping young ladies covered would be cheaper.

I’d finished the set of checks planned for that day when he appeared in the medical room. “Happy Birthday” he said handing me a bunch of floors and a card. I thanked him and we chatted about things in general. He then said well I’m sure you are keen to get your treat over with as your mother was so off you go to the admin room. I was dropped jawed at his comment.

“I’m not getting my kit off for you lot anymore” I said.

“I think you will. You’re just like your mother and my wife you get some perverse kick from it” he said.

It was the first time somebody had actually said it like that to me. It made me stop and think. I did like my little episodes as I called them. But I won’t want my friends to know that. Then I realised that most of my friends except to long standing school friends had seen mean buck naked at least once.

“I’m not running around outside naked” I said.

“I thought you weren’t doing anything” he replied and I realised I’d dropped myself in.

I walked off to the admin office to file the files. His wife was stood at the reception desk and called down to me, “I’ll be there in a minute” I nodded and walked down the length of the corridor into the admin office. The three girls where waiting for me. The first grabbed me from behind trapping my arms to my body by hold my wrists and bear hugging me. She was very strong. What happened next really freaked me out. A white cloth bag was produced and put over my head, it had an elasticised open which gripped around my neck not tightly but just enough to stop it coming of no matter how violently I shuck my head.

Next I felt some hands at my waistband and my slacks being undone and then pulled down around my knees then down to my ankles. Being held as I was just off the floor. My shoes and socks where easily removed as well as my slacks. The one holding me had leant back arching my back to get my feet off the floor. Now she leant forward and my feet planted themselves back on the floor. I was breathing heavily but easily through the hood the girls where laughing and joking about my fate. Well I hoped they where.

My arms where now pulled behind my back and I heard the MD’s wife. “Haven’t you got her stripped yet. Come on hurry up I want to see her running around like a stuffed chicken”. I could see-through the hood and make out people and large objects but could not always see what exactly they where doing. I felt the buttons of my tunic being undone and then it being slipped off my shoulders down my arms. Hands took over holding my wrists and the tunic was off. “I’ve heard you are partial to a stripping as opposed to stripping” the MD wife said. I thought about this after and certainly looking back on my student nurse days which I will finish writing up at some point that was a very true statement.

I was now tie-wrapped. Not just my wrists but my ankles. I really panicked and demand to know what their intentions where and to release me. I was picked around the waist and then my legs where lifted into a sitting position at the ankles. Then another person grabbed me around my waist and I was lowered to a lay position but at waist height off the ground. They began to carry me out of the room then I could tell out of the building.

I was being carried in just underwear to who knows where tie wrapped and hooded. The bright sun light outside it was an exceptional January day. They carried me across the yard to some male voices cheering. I was carried into the old shed where I could hear a congress of voices.

I was propped up against the new stranding post which prevented the forklifts from speeding out into the yard. Drivers had to slow to manoeuvre around it. I could here nemesis juniors voice. We are going to be kind to you have we have been so far by concealing your identity. You simply have to run or walk around the stack. With that my ankles where released. I could vaguely see in the dim light of the warehouse. Sufficient enough to negotiate the racks of shelving. I wasn’t going to argue thinking to do so would result in a far worse set of circumstances. It took ages to do that circuit. But eventually I managed to get all the way around. Not that it had been without its pitfalls. A few of the young boys had copped a cheek feel or pinch of my bottom and one sod had given my left boob a pinch making the sound of a old fashion car horn. I returned to cheers and wondered what next.

I should have figured that one really although it was a bright day January was still chilly and the dash back, well I say dash given I could hardly see, further chilled my already blue skin. Back in the admin office I had the hood removed and the tie wrap removed and saw a lovely cake with candles. I dressed and my closest colleagues joined us for a celebration.

My next adventure occurred the next year and was unexpected and quite the most humiliating of my life. Yet it didn’t seem to quench my liking of such naughty events.

My 18 year old daughter had decided against mine and her fathers advice to take a gap year and travel. She was doing various jobs to earn the money. She’d asked about working at the warehouse and I had dissuaded her and helped her find other more suitable opportunities. Then one day she appeared in the kitchen one morning in the company polo shirt. I was a bit harsh on her and she stormed off. All I had achieved was that she was even more determined to do the job.

Has the end of her second week approached I decided to call into the warehouse and have words with the MD’s wife. I asked her to spare my daughter’s blushes and she told me that it wasn’t her I should worry about but nemesis junior. I went to find her and asked her not to subject my daughter to the usual payment requirement. She just laughed. I left feeling very angry and determined to stop my daughter before she found herself debagged or worse.

I tried all that night to find away to start the conversation. The next morning at breakfast I fluffed it again. That night she arrived home and I was ready for the conversation before her father got home.

Well she just laughed at my attempt to get my words out. “Oh mummy dear. Gran as told me all about hers and yours little streaks” which made me blush. She further tormented me by asking me what ‘daddy’ thinks. Well hubby didn’t know about my little events and was going to. But child number one then floored me with the fact that my adventures where the talk of the working men’s club. If I had thought about this I would have realised that all the guys from the warehouse go to the local working men’s club. Hubby does to, so he must have at least heard the tales of the ware house but surely other women’s.

Daughter number one said that nemesis had told her she was spared the payment for another week because of the extra work and stock around the place making time and safety an issue for payments.

Two weeks later I was at the ware house doing health checks on new employees including my daughter. I finished the males and realised the next person was daughter number one. It came to the appointed time and no sign of her. I waited for about five minutes then decided I’d better phone over and remind her. Just at that I heard the side door go and the sound of pattering feet. It sounded unusual but my brain didn’t process the reason. I sat at my desk and fiddled and suddenly felt nervous about my daughters medical. She entered the room and I blushed. She was stood just in panties and bra. “Where are your clothes” I almost barked at her.

“Where do you think?” she replied.

“How long have you been like that?” I asked.

“Since the last guy came back. They stripped me then had me do my circuit and then the guys did their circuits with their willies on show. You should have seen it mum it was really funny. Then nemesis said I was to come here like this to show you. Since you where so concerned for them not to strip me naked”.

I comforted her not that she needed it but I did. I did the medical and then gave her a robed from back of the door. She disappeared off back to the shed where she was working.

I cleared the room and finalised my notes when I heard the unmistakable sound of the MD’s wife’s heels on the corridor floor. She appeared at the door and lent against the open frame. I looked up and in her hands she was playing with a pair of small black panties and dangling from her right hand was a black bra. My number one daughters.

“What have you done to her?” I demanded.

“Oh nothing yet. But that can change. You interfered with our fun by giving her that robe. Now she can pay for it or you can which is it”. She said.

I thought for just a moment. I couldn’t let them do whatever to my baby girl.

“Okay, what do I have to do.” I asked? She told me the basic idea and I agreed upon condition of seeing my daughter dressed first. She used the telephone to consult with nemesis and agreed.

I was son stood in my panties and bra white regulation. I followed the MD’s wife across the yard over to the admin office where I was asked if I wanted to be anonymous. I thought about it but declined. I was matched across the open yard again this time three guys seeing me and whistling. I went back into the utility block and down to the canteen. Nemesis was stood at the open door robe in hand. “She’s in here” she said. The MD’s wife gave me the underwear and I took a deep breath as I stepped in.
Number one daughter was sat obviously naked at the table in the dead centre of the room. She turned and saw me and smiled. I walked over to her and she looked me up and down. She stood and I turned away. “Oh mum you’ve seen it more times than soft Mick” I hoped that was just a figure of speech and not a reference to her rather dozy boyfriend. She dressed in her underwear and we walked back over to the door. She was led of to the shed and I was taken back to my room. My payment for her not being streaked was now to be paid.

Once naked I walked to my office door and peered out. I then stepped out and with nemesis and MD’s wife watching ran down to the entry door. This was not with out its dangers. A member of staff could appear at any time heading for the toilets. But worse a trucker from the new side could come through the wrong side of the utility unit heading for the drivers rest area.

At the end I turned back and ran back down to my office. The bitches had stitched me up go and proper. They had removed all my clothes and any thing that could conceivably cover me. I demanded my clothes back but they said that they’d send some one with them.

They disappeared leaving me stood naked. I went to the treatment table and pulled the curtain around to conceal me from any stray trucker who got this far. I sat on the table waiting. Eventually I heard the sound of feet. Shoed feet. They approached and entered the office.

“Mum” Number one daughter called out.

“Go away” I said.

“Okay but I have your clothes” she said.

“Leave them there” I said.
“I can’t” she said.

“Why not?” I said.

“Come out from behind there and you’ll see” she said.

Did I really want to she what they had done to my poor daughter.

“I’m naked” I said.

“Hello, mum, I no, I’ve got your clothes here” she said.

I sighed.

“Its not as if I never seen you naked” she said.

“NOT like this you haven’t” I said.

She just chuckled away to herself. “OH mum come on out or I’ll come in and see” she said.

“NO!” I said and breathed again and parted the curtain to peer out.

She was dressed but with her hands tie wrapped behind her back. Linked through her hands was a bag and in the bag was my clothes I assumed.

“I will kill you if you ever mention this day to anyone” I said. Then stepped out naked. She smiled and looked me up and down unnaturally I thought but then remembered how I often had sneaked a look at my mum naked doing her treats.

I got my shears and cut the tie wrap then dressed having banished her from the room and closed and locked the door.

AFN Part 15

The next episode in my life was back at the warehouse. It was mum's 60th birthday and retirement. I knew that the staff was planning something big. I'd been kept in the dark for fear I would tell mum. Mum on the other hand had made it clear that she didn't want to know. I think this was both in order not to spoil the surprise and not wanting to live in anticipation of the horror for weeks.

Her last day would have been a Wednesday. My planed visit to the warehouse was for the following Friday but the MD had asked if I could call a week early to done some health checks on a new lot of foreign workers. I agreed thinking nothing of it until I spoke with mum. I was surprised when mum said that she had agreed to work until the end of the week. I'd asked if she'd had a send off and she said ‘Yes she'd been given a lovely bunch of flowers, £250 cash from the staff and £250 from the company plus various small presents’.

She joked that perhaps, as good as her body was the thrill of seeing her body had gone given the young women now regularly available. The week before three had been initiated.

So on the Friday when I had finished my health checks I went looking for mum to file things away in the personnel files. Has I entered the office I noticed two things besides the MD's wife (who was taking over as office manager) and the three girls who work in the office stood at the window. They where a pile of clothes on mum’s desk and a bunch of plastic tie-wraps. The clothes being dress, slip, bra, and panties.

"What's going on? I asked.

"We are waiting to see your mother in the all-together" the younger one of the three girls said. I went to a window.

NO sign of mum. We waited uneasily my need for the toilet growing in fear and excitement. Then she appeared from the main warehouse. As expected she was completely naked except for black self-supports and heels. I took an intake of breath because she was naked. By this I mean that her bush had been shaved off. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She ran up the yard to the area where the metal fence use to be before they took it down to get proper access to the new shed. It was up a slight incline. Mum was going a fair speed for someone with her hands tie-wrapped behind her back preventing any form of covering. This to was a surprise. She eventually disappeared out of sight and we all ran for the door of the administration block to get a better look. Has I ran out on too the steps platform I caught the tail end of her naked bottom disappearing out of sight. We laughed and giggled and I found out that they all had done the streak apart from the youngster and newest one. Even the MD's wife it appeared had done it.

Mum took her time to reappear at the end of the furthest away shed before running past the open doors of the second shed to whistles and disappeared down its side. She was running figures of eights around the sheds. Time past and the girls asked if I'd done or would do it and I refused to say. Mum reappeared and disappeared again down the side of the old shed to loud applause.

By now all the sheds where out and waiting for a sight of her some 60 to 80 people. Then truck horns sounded in the distance behind the sheds. A few drivers must have seen her. She took her time to reappear at the corner of the far new shed and began her last run down the side to return to the main old shed. More horns greeted her progress down the far side. She reappeared and went into the old shed and I and the girls crossed to see the final moments.

Mum was stood still naked pleading about something.

"Please I've done a super streak for you" she said.

"Yes, and that was your treat" Nemesis junior said. Nemesis had retired the year before having been made to streak the car park as a settlement payment to all the girls she had mistreated. Her daughter was keen to revenge her mum on mum who had to be fair made Nemesis Juniors life on occasions miserable.

"You know the retirement payment,” she said. Mum turned and saw me. She looked dejected. She looked even more so when she was naked running around the car park and was spotted by a couple of drivers passing by piping their horns.

AFN Part 14

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.

No Name

When I was 40 I was involved in a very strange event at work. The bosses wife called into the business and asked to see her husband. She seemed very nervous. She'd never ever been before. I told her to have a seat and I'd go and tell him she was here. he was in a meeting with some buyers. He looked equally surprised and said he'd be out a few minutes. The buyers went and he came to see his wife they went off to his office. After a while I could hear his raised voice and then her sobbing. After a while the sobbing stopped.

His office door open and he asked me to come in. His wife was sitting on the straight back chair at his desk looking very pensive. The boss closed the door and explained that his wife had been very silly and had gotten herself into a mess. The mess being in debt to a loan shark. The boss took out a wad of money from the safe and gave it to me. He asked me to deliver it to a man at a particular address.

I often delivered money and papers so i thought nothing of it.

I drove to the address and knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman in her thirties. I asked for the name and the woman stepped aside.

"I haven't seen you here before" she said.

I explained who I was and who I had come on behalf. The woman asked if I was a copper. I said no. She took my hand bag off my shoulder opened it and searched inside. I stood a bit unsure of myself.

"The coat" she said. I looked around and thought a retreat was called for. "You have the money there" I said. She smiled. "I don't know what you are talking about love. Now take that coat off" I was a little perplex but thought that she was just concerned that I was there to trick her. So I undid my belt and unbuttoned the coat. She held out her hand and I passed it to her.

She looked me up and down. "The beads" she said indicating the chunky necklace around my neck. I reached behind my back and lifted them off over my head. She took them and checked them carefully.

"The dress" she said quite stony faced. "Look I'm not a copper. You can see my drivers licence" I said.

"Look love the rules is the rules. You bitches know the drill. Do as you are told or I'll get the boys to strip you bare" she said rather menacingly.

I didn't like the sound of that. So thought that it was wiser to do as asked. I figured once in my underwear she would see that I'll not wired and that would be that. I removed the dress to be stood in my black matching underwear and tights with court shoes.

She looked me up and down has I fidgeted. "Okay give it here" she said and I passed her my dress. She smiled less than warmly and took the wad of money from the bag and passed it to me. "Go and wait in there" she said pointing to the room door. I looked expecting my clothes back but her stance said not. I walked into the room and sat down on the sofa. She followed behind and closed the door. I was now really worried.

I'd sat there for a while when the door opened and a man came in. "So carol sent you" he said. I said yes. I explained and he looked disappointed. "Well the bundle will cover the principle but not the interest." he said.

I felt uneasy. "You can tell carol she owes the interest and if its not paid within a week she knows what will happen". I said I would tell her. He smiled and looked at me very eerily. "You can go now" he said and turned and left. The woman reappeared at the door and I stood to leave. The woman came in and behind her was two boys in their late teens. "You can have this hard or easy" she said. I gulped.

"Hand over the rest of your clothes." I looked around for a way out but now was evident. I pleaded with her. He laughed. They all plead love but they all go out of here in just there birthday suit. Now strip or the boys will do the honours." she said.

I was terrified and near in tears as well as wanting the toilet desperately. I kicked off my shoes and shaking rolled down my tights. It took a while to get them off. I then stood straight and removed my bra and revealed my tits to the boys. They smirked and looked at each other as if they where celebrating some strange ceremony. I then feeling sick slipped off my panties to the boys whistling and wow wowing. I stood naked shaking trying my best to cover.

"Pick them up and bring them here" the woman said. I crouched down picked up my clothes and shoes which meant having to revel myself again. I stood concealing as best I could with the clothes in my hands. I took them to her and she took them.

"Out you go" she said nodding to the front door. "please you can't be serious" I said. "Very" she said. I walked to the door the young boys looking at me all the while now having the opportunity to view my bottom. The older one by height went and opened the door and there I was at the door naked looking out onto the world. Thankfully the door open into a passage way of sorts so concealed me reasonably from people around. She pushed me out and chucked my clothes out along with my bag.

I hurriedly got dressed and made for my car. I drove back to work still shaking. When I got back the boss was waiting his wife was gone. I told the boss exactly what had happened and he said that if I would keep it secret and not go to the police he would ensure a nice Christmas bonus which he did.

This was not the end of the story. His wife phoned me the next day to ostensibly apologise for my treatment but also to ask me out to lunch. I agreed not sure why. At lunch she asked if the loan shark had sent any message. I said he had and told her it. She looked pensive again. We finished lunch and walked back to her car. She insisted on giving me a lift back to work even though it was really quiet a short distance which is why i wasn't in my car. In the car she looked at me.

"You know they stripped me as well don't you" she said. I hadn't actually thought of that but it was of course obvious. I nodded.

"I need to go and pay the interest. Would you come with me. I'll square it with my husband" she said. I wasn't keen on the idea and said so. She assured me that they would only be interested in her and that I was there just for her moral support.

After a bit of pleading quiet why I didn't know but I agreed.

We drove to the house and went to the door. The woman opened it. We stepped in.

"Okay loves you know the drill" she said.

"I'm just here for moral support" I said.

"She laughed. Well you'll be better for it in your skin" and with that looked sternly at Carol and said "get naked Miss Prim and Proper".

Carol undid her coat buttons and slipped it off. She passed it to the woman who put it over a chair back. Carol then looked at me and I figured that running or refusing might well result in another showing to the young men or a stripping by them. Why had I agreed to come. I undid my belt and then undid my buttons and removed the coat.

Carol now began undoing her button up front dress. I thought it was strange at lunch that she would wear what was obviously a summer dress in winter. But I saw the practicality of it. I turned back to her and asked her to do my zip. Her shaking hands complied. I pulled my arms out then let the dress fall to my ankles still holding it with my right hand and stepped out. carol finished undoing her buttons and took the dress off. Both where handed to the woman.

I was stood in black panties and bra. Along with self-supports and heels. I had worn my sexy stuff as a way of making myself feel better at the horrible stripping the day before. Here I was again. I could scarcely believe it that I was being forced to strip for a second time in my life. At the time of this I was single having been divorced for about two years.

Carol was in white panties and bra. No nylons. She reached behind and unhooked it and her tits came into view. She did nothing to conceal them. She then slipped off her panties equally as quickly to be stood naked. She passed her underwear to the woman. carol stood not sure whether to cover or not and stood with her left foot leading and her arms draped across her body loosely neither covering or comfortably revealing.

The woman looked at me. I looked around. "I'm not stripping. I didn't yesterday." I said.

The woman smiled. "Carol here didn't like it when the boys stripped her did you darling" carol looked at me white faced and nodded her head quickly. I took it to mean do it, that was strip, rather than saying she enjoyed it. I reached for my bra and unhooked it. I slipped it off my body and passed it to the woman. I then keeping one arm over my tits struggled a bit to get my panties off. Stood naked the woman said. "And the rest" at that a voice male said no she can keep the nylons and heels on. The man from the other day came out from the back room.

He walked down to the door area and surveyed us closely. "Hands on heads both of you" he said. Carol shoot hers up tut sweet. I was a little more hesitant but complied. He circled us and then said for carol to go into the back room. Carol walked off leaving me there. The woman picked up all our clothes and followed.

I couldn't hear his words but I heard his actions. he was spanking carol. Soon she was whaling then screaming then sobbing profusely. After a while the spanking stopped but not the sobbing and crying. The woman returned, and subjected me to a humiliating viewing and after a while Carol appeared.

The woman opened the door and through our clothes out and we followed. We scrambled to dress carol still in distress. That the tale of my work place strippings.

Beverley

I have been at my current place of work for just over 3 years now. I started there on a agency basis after moving back home after my divorce. The agency said they didn't have anything really for a person of my experience and qualifications but if I just wanted to earn some money then they had plenty of work. I done a few short assignments for them when a new company came to us. They had always used or competitor but they had recently fell out. The boss said she wanted a safe pair of hands to do this first assignment. There wasn't much money in it but she'd make it up to me with a good assignment next.

The job was at a factory. I arrived on the first day and the boss showed me to my predecessors desk. She'd left a sack of incorrect invoices that needed correcting against job sheets and sent back out. The piles of invoices weren't even in order. The boss said to concentrate on the invoices over £1,000 value first.

It took all the first day to sort the invoices into numerical order and two piles. I had to match the job sheets to the invoice which wasn't easy. This brought to light a few big mistakes and invoices had to be moved between piles. Next day I spent the day correctly updating the electronic system. Then I was ready to print out the first batch of invoices. The printer was out of paper. The permanent PA to the MD told me where to get it from.

I walked off downstairs past reception and into a storage room. I looked around for the paper and eventually found it. I walked back to the door and found it was shut. I'd left it open. Not only shut it appeared locked. I'd not heard anything. Fortunately there was another door in the room and I went to try it. It was open. It led to an internal corridor with a external door and windows on the rights and doors to large walk-in cupboards on the left. I walked along to the door at the far end of the corridor hoping it would come out some where in the building and wasn't locked.

Fortunately it was unlocked and I pushed it open. It exited onto the factory floor. I'd not been in the factory part of the building only shown it from the corridor when I was shown around. I stepped out and walked past the internal wall the door was on and turned to head for the door back through to the office part. Just then a siren sounded and all the machines began to winded down. A voice shouted stop right there and I turned to see who was shouting at who.

The voice was the foreman. What are you doing in here with out the correct PPE. He screamed at me. I began to explain but was cut short by a further rant about my high heels, skirt, low cut blouse, sparks, steel splinters, forklifts and molten metal. In short I was a working danger to myself and what's more I had stopped production.

I tired to explain and apologise but he grabbed me by the arm and began propelling me to the door. Has he pasted the health and safety board he pointed out two things the health and safety rules and the consequences.

The consequences was a drawing of a guy in hard hat, goggles, safety boots and hi-visibility vest. By this I mean nothing on underneath. The caption read "You can wear what you like to work but at work you must wear these! I had to have a little chuckle because the cartoon had sketched a rather large wish fulfilment penis on the guy.

The foreman pointed at the other cartoon. It was of a man with his trousers down around his ankles running down a factory walkway. That's the price around here for not being dressed properly, capisco. I nodded.

I finished work that day and returned the next and finished the back log of invoices. The manager came and said that that was just the back log last weeks and this weeks invoices needed doing and he'd ask the agency if I could stay on to do them.

So by Monday of the next week I was up to day but had missed the post collection so said i would run and put the batch into the post box. I went out the side door for quickness. I'd left it on the latch. On my return it was locked. I then remembers the other side door and went to try it. The door was open and i went in through the store room but the door near reception was locked. I'd have to go the other way. I figured on calling out to the foreman to bring me some PPE or have him stop the work to let me through safely.

I pushed open the door into the factory area and stepped out just a few feet into the grey painted area. I'd been told by the boss on asking that yellow was pedestrians ways, grey was safe zones, black was forklift runs, and red was danger zone.

I didn't have the chance to call out over the noise of the factory before the alarm was sounding and everything was winding down. The foreman saw me and I was immediate the centre of everyone attention.The foreman read me the riot act again and as he was finishing the boss appeared. He wanted to know why production had stopped for the third time that day. They had a major order to get out. The foreman pointed to me. The boss now calmly explained why dressed as I was was not safe. He said I should hurry up through the the man could get back to work.

The foreman then said that I hadn't yet paid up for the safety infringement. The boss said that was an issue I had a choice much as he needed me I could pay the fine or report back to the agency. I foolishly asked what the fine was. The foreman pointed to the second cartoon and to spell it out for me he said once around the yellow ring like that.

I said I wasn't wearing any trousers so that was out of the question. The women working in the factory wore trousers like the men. I started to walk off the boss said pack your things and I'll give you a good report I won't mention this health and safety infraction. Look I'm really sorry I still have another batch of invoices to finish tomorrow I said. I've learnt my lesson and in future I'll stay safe I promise.

The boss looked at the foreman. What do you say we give her a second chance. This is her second chance the foreman said and explained last week. The boss looked at me. I'll tell you what. If you are caught again without PPE you will pay the fine no matter what and we'll let this be your final warning. I agreed.

The next week I was at another place of work when the agency called and said that the replacement from the agency had slipped on her way to work and broken her leg. Could I cover for her next week for a couple of days until another girl could be recruited.

I arrived at the factory and got on with my work. Day three came and I was out of envelopes so went in search of some in the store room. I made sure I left the door wide open. I looked high and low for them but couldn't find any. I went back to the PA and she said that they must have been moved into the cupboards by mistake. So off I went back. This time I left the door open again. Crossed the room and went out through the other door to the cupboards. I found the envelopes and began my walk back. The door was locked. I knocked loudly figuring that would attract the receptionist. No one came. I then waited figuring that the PA would wonder where I was and come and find me. Time tick by and no one came.

I eventually realised I was going to have to go through the factory. I walked to the door and pushed it open staying inside the passage way and tried to call above the noise to the one guy I could see back to me. He just could be made to turn and see my plight. I thought well I'll just try my best to seek out and around the corner. I pushed the door open a little more then it was ripped out of my hand and I ended up nearly falling flat on my face. I would of except for the foreman catching me. He looked at me sternly and went in his pocket for his whistle which he blew deafening me. The factory alarm went and the machine wound down. I was grabbed by the arm and propelled to the middle of the grey painted floor area.

The foreman wasted no time. Well lady we'll have those tights and your panties down. I near died just like that. I couldn't believe he was so matter of fact about it. Well you agreed if I caught you again you'd pay the fine. So get them down and dress up out of the way. I was riveted to the spot. Just then the boss came in and saw me. You again. You may be a good invoice clerk but you are costing me more money in down time. Well collect your things and I'll be telling your agency I don't want any more of you. Oh please i said don't tell the agency. I had just that morning been offered a rather nice assignment as promised.

Well then pay the fine or I will.

I blushed. I was caught good and proper. I'll take my tights down i said. No tights and panties. The foreman turned to the gathered audience. Girls how do you do it. One of the women from the floor said with or panties and bushes on show. The foreman turned back to me and smiled.

So I had very little choice. I pushed my hands up my skirt and found my tights waistband and shuffled them carefully down and over my panties. I then rolled them down slowly to my ankles. My cheeks where bright red and burning. Next I slipped my hands back up my skirt and found my panties waistband and pulled them down over my bum. Then slowly with every eye in the place on my hem line I rolled them into a ring and pushed them down my legs. They ended up on top of my nylons their snow-white in contrast to their jet black. Then I began to walk towards the yellow marked circular way around the factory floor.

Not so fast the boss said. The skirt hitch it up bush on show. I slowly now really blushing hitched it up. Ah that is why the reticence your not a true blonde the boss said. I had to waddle around the factory floor like that bum cheeks on show bush on show. The guys wolf whistled and even the girls past comments catty ones. When I drew level with the exit door the boss made me walk back to my starting point before he had me waddle back to the exit door and only then could I pull my things up.

AFN Part 13

At last I have a few hours to myself to try and get my life story finished. I'd only meant to come on here and tell you about my latest incident but to explain that I thought I'd better give you a potted history. The pottered history has turned out to be rather long.

Any having seen mum doing the streak around the shed I thought that would be the end of my involvement with the warehouse. But no! I was at work one day and reception said that the manager who had recently become the part owner of the business with the old owner who was retired but still with us. He asked if I could come and see him regarding an important matter. He left it very cryptic. Consequently my stomach was full of butterflies.

It had been arranged for a Saturday morning. I'd asked mum what he wanted but he hadn't really said anything just that it would be a nice little earner for me if I was interested. I arrived and we went into his office. I think it was the first time I'd been in his office. Well this was a new office so I couldn't have been in it before but I'd never been in his old office either.

He came straight to the point. The accident to the young man was the first of a series of accidents. He'd tackled the situation with is usual practicality, he'd put signs up in both English and a certain foreign language. He'd gotten the local college to come in and teach English and maths paid for by the government. What he also discovered was that the foreign workers where often off due to them not accessing the local health services. This was having an effect on everyone when shifts where short of staff. He wanted me to do a few things. Firstly create a health screening programme so when he was hiring he could weed out those that might me unfit for the work, a health care training programme to get the staff to look after themselves and use the health services available, and a general well-being service to reduce stress, back issues etc.

It was agreed that I'd do one Saturday per month. It was long hours to get through everyone. It took four months including using some holiday from work to do things that was better done in the working week.

Hubby one Friday night out of the blue said that we where to be going out on the Saturday with one of his company's top clients. I pointed out I was working and he gave me his look of you will be there or I'll look like a soft wimp for not being in charge of my household.

So I arrived at the warehouse carrying my best frock, heels, and accessories with a plan to get ready in the utility block. The utility block contained a drivers lounge with comfy seats and tea/coffee with a vending machine for sandwiches and crisps and chocolate bars. It then had a staff rest room with fridge, microwaves, tables and chairs to eat at and comfy seating. It also had to changing rooms male and female.

The female changing rooms where down the full length of the corridor from the first aid room which was my little office. When you went into it it was a large rectangle with lockers running around the outside. Each locker was a cube about 2ft by 2ft by 2ft. The centre had benches to sit on. The short side away from the door had a door in the middle which led to four toilet stalls. You walked between these two on each side of you to reach two other doors which led to shower rooms.

The shower rooms where much smaller than the ones at the surgery. There was a hook to the left of the door to hang stuff. The area between the door and shower was about 2ft deep from the door and 4ft long. The shower was immediately opposite the door and was two sides of glass and two sides of tiles on the walls of the room. The glass side facing the door was fixed the other side was the door to the cubicle. Opposite this was the radiator which was I thought very convenient to keep your towel warm.

I thought about the operation of getting changed earlier in the day. Since I would be finishing before shifts changed I'd have the block to myself except if there was any drivers about but they weren't allowed passed their lounge point. So I decided that I'd hang my good clothes up in the changing room so they didn't get damp in the shower room.

End of my duties come and the block is completely empty. I go to the changing rooms and hang up my frock on the lockers nearest the door to the showers and toilets. I put my heels under it and take out my underwear and put them on the nearest bench. I took my shower gel and shampoo in to the shower room and set the shower going. realising that I'd left the towel behind I went back for it. I picked it up then quite why decided to take off my uniform bits and pieces there and put them in my bag. Well I just instinctively took off my dress and having done that I thought what the hell I'd stuff my dirty uniform and clothes in the bag so as not to be bothered by them when I was showered and dressed to kill. So I slipped off my tights and then my bra and panties. I never thought anything of it being stood there naked. I wrapped the towel around myself and packed my dirty stuff away and put the curling tongs and other bits I needed on top. I'd have to do my hair in my office no electricity in the changing rooms.

I went off in the shower and had a nice uninterrupted shower. Kids and hubbies are a pain. I finished and got out. I dried myself on the towel and then realised a problem. My hair was wet, I didn't want to dry it to well because I wanted to buff it up. So I thought okay I'll put the towel around my head and walk back to the changing rooms. No one would be present and even if one of the girls had come off shift early or arrived early no big deal.

Has I stepped into the changing rooms I noticed immediately that my underwear which should be on the bench weren't. Panic. I turned, no frock but my heels had been left. The bag had gone to. On the locker door was a note.

"Thought we'd make you feel at home" it was signed nemesis.

Well at least I had the towel. It was a bath towel not a sheet. I wish I had brought the sheet now. I was in two minds due to the space it took up in the bag. I'd went for the smaller bath towel in the end. It did the job of covering me just at both end.

I put the heels on figuring that I didn't want to stand on anything that might cut me. I head out to look for my clothes.

I figured that if they where trying to replicate the surgery scenario that my clothes would be in my office or the mess room. I walked down to my office no sign of the clothing. I went to the mess room which was empty no sign. I went to the drivers lounge and carefully looked through the glass window of the inner door no one in sight so I ventured in. No sign. About now I was panicking. It was getting on and I had a hours drive to the meeting place. I figured perhaps the male changing rooms since nemesis might reckon it would be the last place I'd think of looking which was true. I walked back the full length of the utility block and searched the changing rooms including all the toilets and showers. It was very nerve racking in just a towel. Being elsewhere in the utility room was just mildly exciting with that tinge of embarrassment you get on these situations. Being in the male locker room was scary.
No sign anywhere.

I then reasoned that she had taken them over to the shed and that's why my heels had been left. I walked to the outside door and peered out. The yard was empty and it being January just before my birthday it was flood lit. It would be cold but I had to do it. I left the utility block shivering and walked across to the shed.

I was met with cheers and whistles once the first guys caught sight of me. Then more came to investigate.

The shift foreman a young guy came across to me.

"Have you misplayed something" he asked.

"yes my mobile phone to call the police and report a thief" I said causing everyone to laugh.

"We'd thought we'd make you feel at home" one of the girls now gathering said.

"You've made me feel cold" I said.

"We can see" said the foreman looking down at my boobs which made me look to see that the towel had slipped a bit and nipple was showing. I turned away from the crowd and adjusted the towel. I turned back and asked for my clothes.

"There in your car" nemesis said.

I scowled. "My keys please or will you go and get them" Nemesis chucked me my keys.

I turned and left. Now my car was parked in the new staff parking area beyond the utility block. I re-=crossed the yard. Then walked down the side of it then at the front edge cut to the gate to the fenced yard. I noticed that my car was not where I left it. I had to walk up and down the rows to find it. It wasn't there. I was now really flapping because I was going to be late for hubby. The heels didn't help. The towel that needed constant readjustment wasn't a help either. The car park was over looked by the main road which ran between the two main towns. I had to go all the way back to the shed. On arriving more cheers and whistles and I went looking for nemesis.

"Where's my car?" I snapped.

"Oh, did we move it for you. I wonder where. Perhaps in the disabled bay so you won't have to run around in just a towel around the car park.

Bitch.

I now went for the disabled bay which was in the visitor car park at the side of the new administration block. It meant crossing across the yard short ways rather than long ways I had been doing. I got my stuff and hurried back to the changing rooms to get ready. I had to re-wet my hair. Hubby was already fit to bust a gut when I rushed in. When he saw that I wasn't my usual 100% but just 99% dressed to kill that sent him into a mood for days.