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Peter Simpson sighed as he put down the phone and lent back in his chair,
the papers on his desk forgotten for the time being.
"I've got problems," he thought to himself, "Real problems."
Peter was well up the Executive ladder at the company where he worked, a
position he had attained over quite a few years of hard work and a year
ago he was certain to get a seat on the board.
Twelve months later things weren't looking as rosy, not that Peter had
done anything wrong, he was doing his job just as well as ever; the
problem was that he now had some serious competition. Peter didn't mind
fair competition and if he had been beaten to the board by "a better man"
then he would have accepted it but it was not "fair" competition he was up
against now. There were two thorns in his side, one called Jessica Yates
and the other Mary Bennett, and the phone call he had just had from the
Chairman of the company had confirmed his worst suspicions.
The Chairman had just spent the last 15 minutes telling him how wonderful
Jessica Yates and Mary Bennett were and what an "asset to the company they
were" and he had finished by saying that they were "destined for the top."
Peter knew better but could say nothing, there was no doubt that Jessica
and Mary were talented but they also were a couple of scheming bitches who
would trample over anyone to further their own careers. They were both
extremely good looking, Jessica being a redhead and Mary a brunette, and
always dressed in expensive business suits. It was not surprising that
their rise through the corporate ranks was at the very least meteoric.
James decided they needed to be taken down a peg or two, nothing that
would totally ruin their careers, but something that would put them on
hold for a while, or at least until he was safely on the board. He sat and
gazed into space and thought, then an idea came to him. He got up and went
over to a cupboard, unlocking it he then rummaged around in one of the
drawers within it before finding what he wanted. Returning to his desk he
placed the old leather bound address book on top of his paperwork and
began to leaf through the pages.
He came across the one he wanted and picking up the phone dialed the
number. He hadn't used this man's services in years and he hoped he could
still contact him because if he could this would be the answer to his
current dilemma. A gruff voice answered, his heart leapt, he was in luck
and a few minutes later he was explaining the problem he had. Things were
A few days later a very flustered Mary burst into Jessica's office. "My
house was broken into last night," she blurted out.
"Oh No," Jessica replied. "Anything taken?"
"Yes, but you'd better shut the door first," the highly agitated Mary told
Jessica did so before returning to her chair and saying, "Well, what have
"You know those pictures we took last year."
"O god! No," Jessica interrupted. "Tell me you are joking!" She knew
exactly which pictures Mary referred to.
Mary nodded dumbly.
"O shit," was all Jessica could say.
They had been celebrating their latest victory together at Mary's house
one Saturday, and had got rather drunk. They had turned on the T.V. at
some stage and found that there was a horse race about to start on one of
"Quick pick a horse," Mary had shouted.
"What are we betting with?" Jessica had replied.
"The loser has to strip naked and pose for my new instant camera," Mary
giggled in response.
"Its a deal," Jessica said and they both chose a horse seconds before the
Both women watched the race avidly and as it reached the last furlong it
was neck and neck between their two horses. They were bouncing up and down
and cheering as the horses crossed the line. It was a photo finish and so
they had some more wine while waiting for the result.
Very unusually it turned out to be a dead heat and on hearing the result
Jessica said "We both win."
Mary immediately replied, "No we don't, we both lose," and with that she
stood up and started to get undressed. "We'll pose together. I can set it
Jessica who was well inebriated by then needed little persuasion and to
cut a long story short they stripped and took about a dozen photos of
themselves sat naked on Mary's sofa.
"What shall we do?" Mary whispered in desperation.
"There is nothing we can do," Jessica told her. "We just have to see what
if anything happens. Right now I have a meeting, we'll discuss this
The two women then went about their business and tried to put the photos
out of their minds.
A fortnight later it was Friday night and Jessica and Mary were feeling
somewhat more optimistic, they had heard nothing about the photos and were
becoming more confident by the day that they would not. Besides they were
in the process of preparing a report for the Company Chairman and knew
that if they played their cards right on this one then they would be in
with a serious chance of seats on the board.
They both reckoned they could be on the board before boring old Peter
Simpson, however good he was. It was late when they decided to call it a
day and they had still not finished so Jessica invited Mary to her house
for the night so they could complete it in the morning. Mary agreed and
they packed the report into their briefcases and picking up their coats
departed from the office. A taxi soon had them at the railway station and
they caught their train with a few minutes to spare.
Being late on Friday night they had a compartment to themselves or at
least they did until about 30 seconds before departure time when the door
of their compartment flew open and a dark haired man in his forties got in
closed the door and sat on the opposite side of the carriage to the women.
He glanced in their direction but they chose to ignore him. What they
didn't know was that this man was the one Peter had spoken to over a month
ago and furthermore, they would have been very worried if they knew that
he was also the one who had broken into Mary's flat. The man settled down
in his seat and made a couple more glances in the direction of the women
just to confirm in his own mind that he had got the right pair. He was
certain he had and settled back as the train began to move. As it
accelerated he took a closer look, they were certainly an attractive pair,
the taller of the two was a redhead and she wore a smart dark blue
business suit with a skirt that stopped just above her knees.
Under her buttoned jacket the man could see a white blouse. The other
woman wore a beige suit and hers also finished above her knee and was
complemented by a light pink blouse. He picked up his paper and pretended
to read it.
The train stopped at two stations and was just pulling away from the third
when the dark haired man made his move. He knew that he just about had
time to carry out what he had discussed with Peter Simpson before the
train arrived at the next stop.
"Good evening, ladies," he began.
Both women gave him a distasteful look and Jessica said with more than a
hint of contempt, "Get lost creep."
"Snotty cow," the man thought to himself, "I'm going to enjoy this,"
before he spoke out loud, "Er I think it would be in your best interests
to talk to me."
"And why is that?" Mary queried in a condescending voice.
"Because I am acting on behalf of a client, who wishes to remain
anonymous, and he has something which I suspect you two would very much
"The photos," Mary gasped.
"Correct," the man replied, "and my client wishes me to inform you that
unless you do exactly as you are told the said photos will be sent to your
Jessica and Mary looked at each other, no words were exchanged but they
both knew they had to do whatever this man wanted or their careers would
be finished. The Chairman was known to be a religious man and if he got
the photos they might as well start looking for a new job. Jessica slowly
turned to the man and said in a quiet voice, "What do you want?"
"Everything you have," was the simple reply.
OK, we'll sell our houses and all our worldly goods, but it will take a
few days," Jessica scoffed, although the anxiety in her voice was easy to
detect. Mary just laughed nervously.
"No, no, you misunderstand me. My client requires that you hand over
everything you have at this present moment in time."
"We've only got our briefcases," Mary said somewhat mystified.
"Unless your going to steal our handbags," Jessica added sarcastically.
"As I said, you're are required to hand over everything including your
briefcase, handbags and of course all your clothes," the man told them in
a matter of fact voice.
"Piss off," was all Jessica could think to say.
Mary was a little more eloquent and managed, "I don't think so."
"Well, I'm afraid its up to you unless you want the chairman to see the
The two women looked indecisively at each other. Then Jessica asked,
"Basically if we strip naked for you we get the photos back."
"That is correct."
Jessica leant closer to Mary and whispered, "Well?"
Mary head bowed thought for a few seconds and then said, "We don't have a
choice." and with that she reached down and removed her shoes before
tossing them to the man's side of the coach. Jessica did not move until
Mary said, "Come on, let’s get this over with, give this pervert his cheap
thrill and get the photos back."
Jessica then followed Mary's example and removed her shoes. They both
stood up and virtually simultaneously removed their jackets. As they did
so the man stood up and walked over to their side of the compartment and
he held out his hands to take the jackets from them. He then turned round
and placed them on the seat behind him. Jessica undid her skirt and slid
it down her thighs allowing it to drop to the floor revealing the fact
that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. Picking it up she handed it
to the man who placed it on top of the jackets.
Mary took a bit longer, her skirt had a belt and the buttons were a bit
more difficult to undo. But she eventually managed and removed her skirt
to reveal a pair of tights.
These came off very quickly and instead of handing them to the man she
screwed them into a ball and threw them across the train so that they
landed on top of the other clothes. She then paused and watched as
Jessica, who had sat back down, unclipped one stocking from its suspenders
and peeled it off before passing it to the man. She did the same with the
other one and then stood up, reached behind her and unclipped her
As she handed it to the man he noticed her hands were shaking, clearly she
was far more nervous than she was letting on, and he was also aware that
she avoided looking him in the face. Mary, he surmised, was more
confident, and it was she who began to unbutton her blouse first and she
was nearly out of it before Jessica started to undo her buttons.
Mary handed her blouse to the man leaving her in just her bra and panties
and she paused whilst Jessica caught up. As soon as the man took the
blouse from Jessica, Mary unhooked her bra and slipped it off, she threw
it at the man and then slipped out of her knickers.
"Happy now?" Mary she enquired as she passed them to him.
"Your colleague still has some clothes remaining," was the simple reply.
"Come on, Jessica," Mary began, "I don't want to stay like this any longer
than I have to." But Jessica didn't move, she just stood there as if
"Jessica!" Mary ordered, anger starting to show in her voice, "Get your
bra and pants off now." Still Jessica did not move.
"Bloody Marvelous!" Mary exclaimed and without further ado she spun
Jessica around and stripped her bra off herself. She tossed it to the man
and then with a sharp tug pulled Jessica's knickers down to her ankles.
At this point Jessica came to her senses and mumbled "Oh, no."
"Oh yes!" Mary responded, "Step out of these, the quicker we do this the
sooner we can get dressed again."
Jessica did as she was told and the two highflying business executives
stood completely naked in a railway carriage being eyed by an anonymous
"We've done as you asked," Mary told the man making no attempt to hide her
"Yes, come on, give us the photos and let us get dressed," added Jessica
with one arm crossed over her breasts and her other hand covering her
"I don't have the photos, my client does and he will return them to you
when he is ready. Besides there are some other requirements"
"Like what" Mary spat.
"You are to hand over your briefcases to me. I am aware they contain
sensitive company information and they will be returned to you prior to
your meeting on Monday morning."
Both women picked up their cases and handed them to the man, the enclosed
papers were of no use to anyone but them and anyway standing their naked
they had little choice.
"Can I have your handbags please?"
"No you can't," an angry Mary retorted, "give us the photos and let us get
"We've done as you asked," added Jessica.
"True," the man conceded, "but I don't have the photos, my client holds
them and he will return them once he has a seat on the board of your
"Peter Simpson!" the women exclaimed in unison.
"That's right and he engaged me to take you down a peg or two and ensure
he got onto the board before you two," The man finished.
"The bastard!" Mary began but the man interrupted.
"There is one more thing he requested if you would kindly sit down and
The women sat down opposite each other rather taken aback by the man's
forceful tone. They were not used to being spoken to like that.
"Now listen carefully. There will be no second chances," the man
explained. "In a minute I am going to do something that you most certainly
will not like. On no account are your naked bottoms to leave those seats
you are sitting in now."
The women looked perplexed.
"If you do," he continued, "Mr. Simpson will send the pictures to your
He stared at them and then said in a loud voice, "IS THAT CLEAR?"
"Yes," Mary whispered, Jessica just nodded.
"Good," and with that he picked up the women's discarded shoes opened the
window and threw them out!
"Nooooo!" Jessica howled and started towards him.
Mary pushed her back in her seat and hissed, "The photos, stupid."
The man smiled "I'll overlook that little indiscretion but from now on you
"O Christ," Mary moaned as she watched her coat and Jessica's skirt
disappear into the darkness. The women begged and pleaded but the man
systematically threw all their clothes out of the window. Then to the
complete horror of the women their handbags followed the clothes. Jessica
began to cry as the man closed the window.
Mary, now deathly pale, spoke in a quiet voice. "What do you expect us to
do, you've left us with no clothes or money. And we can't even get into
"I don't know," came the reply, "and to be honest it's not my problem."
The man then looked out of the window as the train ran into a station.
"This is where I get off," he said, picking up the briefcases. "Be in Mr.
Simpson's office 9 o'clock on Monday morning if you want these back."
The train halted and without another word the man got out and shut the
door behind him.
Jessica and Mary sat there speechless and it wasn't until the train was
pulling out of the station that Jessica with tears running down her cheeks
sobbed to Mary, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," Mary replied, herself close to tears. "I just don't know."
The two naked women sat there and desperately
tried to think of a way out
of their situation as the train accelerated into the night.
Executive Stress - Part 2
Peter Simpson sat at his desk looking through some papers. It was five to
nine on Monday morning, and outside Jessica Yates and Mary Bennett were
waiting to see him. They were expecting to get their briefcases and
reports back that they had had to give up the previous Friday night. Peter
had thought long and hard about it over the weekend and had finally
decided to move the goal posts. He fully intended to exploit the position
he had got the two women into and make certain he got that coveted seat on
the board for himself. He decided to keep them waiting for several minutes
and as he did so he wondered how they had got home on the previous Friday.
He had after all arranged to have them stripped and left naked on their
train home and had got a full report when their briefcases had been
delivered to him on Saturday morning by the man he had contracted. In fact
he was very curious as to how they had got out of the situation they had
been left and had already devised a way of finding out. He lent back in
his leather executive chair and smiling pressed the button on his
"I'll see Jessica and Mary now, Sheila."
"Very Good, Mr. Simpson," came an almost immediate reply from his
secretary and seconds later the door of his office opened and the two
women strode in. Both were dressed as smartly as ever; today they were
clothed in almost identical blue suits with white blouses, the main
difference being that Jessica's skirt covered her knees whereas Mary's
finished several inches higher; dark stockings and black patent shoes with
a small heel completed their outfits. Peter had to concede that they were
two very attractive women but as soon as the office door was closed behind
them they flew into a tirade.
"Where is our report?" Jessica demanded.
"Yes, you arranged to have it stolen, give it back," Mary added.
When they had finally subdued enough he simply said, "I have the photos,
so I call the shots around here from now on." Which just provoked another
tirade of abuse from the women.
Peter had had enough, although he was interested that both were more
concerned about their report than their stripping and subsequent complete
loss of clothes.
"SILENCE!" he shouted, and somewhat startled they promptly shut up.
"Right," he continued, "Let me explain how things are going to work around
"But," Jessica started.
"Don't interrupt," Peter abruptly cut her off and then continued once he
had their full attention. "As you are well aware I have photos of you in
er.. lets say, 'a compromising position' and it is therefore in the best
interests of your future careers that you do as I say."
"Surely we can come to an arrangement on this," Jessica replied suddenly
all sweetness and light as she started to lower herself into one of the
chairs opposite Peter's desk.
"I didn't say you could sit down," Peter told her icily. He watched
Jessica rise to her feet again, somewhat flustered at being treated like a
naughty schoolgirl before continuing once more.
"I intend to have the next available seat on the board and until then you
two are going to do nothing to get in my way - the photographs are my
"Bastard," Mary muttered under her breath.
"You can also be nice and pleasant to me and your other colleagues as
well," Peter added in reply to Mary's comment.
"Fuck you," she retorted angrily. Neither woman was used to being in a
situation where they could not be in control; it both annoyed and scared
them at the same time; they had not been expecting this.
"You are treading on very thin ice, ladies. Right now your futures depend
on me so I'd start being nice to me right this instant."
"Go to hell," Jessica muttered.
"OK, that is it, you've had your chance. Evidently you have learned
nothing from Friday night," Peter told them. "I'm going to present your
report for you, with a few minor changes and a bit of tidying up"
"WHAT!" Jessica exploded.
"How dare you!" Mary added angrily.
"Listen, damn you," Peter promptly interjected to stop them before they
launched into yet another tirade.
"I will present your report, and I will tell the board that you two are
indisposed." He paused but this time the women said nothing, just a look
of anger was apparent on both their faces. James took a sip of water from
the glass on his desk and then went on. "I was going to make you wait here
but since you haven't learnt to be civil yet and obviously Friday night
hasn't had the desired effect, perhaps a further little lesson is needed."
"Such as?" Jessica asked warily. She all of a sudden had a nasty feeling
"Well you can still wait here whilst I present your report, but now when I
am upstairs you will be waiting without your clothes!"
"You are not serious," Mary gasped. "You can't strip us here in the
"Damn right he can't," Jessica cut in taking an altogether more defiant
stance. "You can't make us."
"True," Peter agreed, "but I'll just distribute your photos to the Board."
Jessica immediately crumbled.
You wouldn't, would you?" she asked desperately.
"Not if you do as you are told," Peter assured her.
For once the two highflying executives were speechless.
"I've got ten minutes before the meeting starts, so if you'd like to
disrobe now I'll put your clothes away in one of my cupboards," he told
them and then finished by saying, "I'll lock it so you won't be tempted to
get dressed after I have gone."
The women did not know what to do, here they were about to be made to
strip again and there was nothing they could do about it.
"I'm waiting," Peter Simpson reminded them as he leaned back in his chair
and looked at the pair stood nervously in front of him. He was going to
In a repeat of Friday night on the train it was Mary who made the first
move. She kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her jacket and placed it
on Peter's desk. She then began unbuttoning her blouse, clearly realizing
that any further argument was futile, instead deciding to get it over
with. She had undone her blouse to the waist, giving Peter a tantalizing
glimpse of her white lacy bra, and was undoing the buttons on her cuffs
before Jessica began to remove her jacket. Jessica was undressing at about
half the speed of Mary so as she put he jacket on the desk, Mary had
completely removed her blouse. Mary then undid her skirt and with a quick
wiggle to get it down over her hips let it drop to the floor, then
stepping out of it she placed it on the desk. Peter couldn't help but
notice that she was wearing matching underwear, which was skimpy enough to
leave little to the imagination. As Mary started to pull down her tights
she noticed that Jessica was still virtually fully clothed and fumbling
with the buttons to her blouse. Mary paused once she had completely
removed her tights and stood in front of Peter's desk holding them in her
left hand while she waited for Jessica to catch up.
The tall redhead was undressing slowly, almost as though she was in a
trance, having finished undoing her blouse she slipped out of it and put
it on the desk in front of her. Then she undid her skirt and slipped it
down her stocking clad legs but unlike Mary she didn't pick it up, instead
leaving it lying on the ground at her feet. Putting one hand on the desk
to steady herself she then raised each foot in succession to remove her
shoes with her other hand. She placed the first shoe on the desk but with
the second it toppled over as she put it down and it fell on the floor.
She didn't bother to pick it up. As she ever so slowly started to peel
down her left hold up stocking Peter noted that Jessica's underwear was
altogether more conservative and definitely didn't come into the category
of skimpy, being far more functional than her colleague's. About the only
thing in common was that both sets were white.
Jessica continued to slowly remove her stocking. Mary was sure she was
getting slower by the minute and she could have screamed out loud, "Get a
move on you stupid cow", but she managed to restrain herself and after
what seemed like an eternity Jessica finally finished removing her
stockings and both women stood before Peter clad in just bras and
knickers. Nobody moved in the office, Peter was just watching the
unfolding spectacle but neither of the women wanted to be the first to
bare their breasts to a man who was now their bitter rival.
In the end it was Peter who moved things on by addressing the half naked
twosome, "Come on ladies, I did tell you I was rather pressed for time."
And to emphasize the point he glanced at his watch. Mary glared at him but
Jessica just stared blankly ahead as they simultaneously reached behind
themselves and unclipped their bras. In unison they slid them down their
arms, Mary's 32B breasts jiggling whilst Jessica's 34C's tended to swing a
bit as they became unconstrained. Both bras hit Peter's desk at the same
moment but when it came to knickers once again Jessica lagged behind. Mary
did not pause, as soon as she let go of her bra her hands went to her
waistband. Hooking her thumbs in the top of her knickers she pulled them
down to her ankles in one swift movement. Peter got a quick glimpse of her
neatly trimmed pubic hair before her bending over caused her head to
obscure his view. As she stood up again he was able to study her now naked
body in more detail especially as she made no attempt to cover her body.
Jennifer on the other hand clutched one arm across her chest as she tried
to wriggle her knickers down her legs and still protect her breasts from
Peter's gaze. When she finally succeeded she stepped out of them but did
not pick them up, her free hand flew to her crotch but not before Peter
saw that she was a true redhead! He eyed them both for a moment before
realizing that he really was short of time.
"Thank you, Ladies," Peter said smiling, "now I'm a bit tight for time" he
continued rising from his chair, "so if you would pick up your clothes and
He went across his spacious office to the side that had a row of built in
cupboards, taking a small bunch of keys out of his pocket as he inserted a
key in one of the locks. He swung open the door to reveal a virtually
empty cupboard with several shelves upon which were just. a few papers. He
turned just in time to see the naked women pick up the last of their
clothes, Jessica collecting some of hers from the floor, and head towards
him. Nothing was said as they put their clothes in the cupboard, Mary
placed hers on the top shelf and Jessica put hers on the shelf below.
As they stood back Peter closed the door and locked the door, both women
had a sinking feeling in their stomachs as they watched Peter remove the
key and place it in his pocket.
He walked briskly over to his desk and picking up his briefcase headed for
the door. He was half way across his office when the door opened and in
walked Sheila. Mary gasped and quickly covered her breasts with one hand
and her crotch with the other. Jessica on the other hand let out a
high-pitched scream and hurriedly ran behind Peter's desk and then hid
"They're ready for you." Peter beamed at his secretary and then turning to
the naked executives he said "Whilst I'm gone you are going to give Sheila
the full details of how you got from the train last Friday to your homes."
"Oh no we're not," Mary replied defiantly
despite her nakedness.
"If you haven't provided full details by the time I get back I will
personally throw your clothes out of the window and then throw you out of
my office," Peter told her and then added, "Oh, and you are both to do
exactly as Sheila tells you." Then without waiting for a reply he exited
his office and headed for the board meeting.
For several seconds after he left none of the three women spoke then
Sheila, the only clothed one, seized the initiative. "I'd like both of you
to stand in the middle of the office, please" she told them.
"We are doing nothing for you, you're just a secretary," Jessica was heard
to say, none too pleasantly from under the desk.
"If you don't get out from under there this instant I'll drag you out by
your hair." Sheila informed her in a commanding voice. This did the trick
and shortly the two top senior female executives stood embarrassingly
naked trying to hide themselves from a secretary. Needless to say they
both blushed red; Mary was more embarrassed being naked in front of
another women than in front of Peter; Jessica just wished the floor would
open up and swallow her. Sheila then went over and sat in Peter's chair
and then reclining back in it she surveyed Mary and Jessica standing
cringing in front of her.
When Sheila had answered her phone on Sunday morning she was very worried
when she heard Peter's voice. He never phoned her at home and, at first,
she thought something must be seriously wrong. But then as Peter recounted
what he had done to Mary and Jessica her Sunday morning suddenly became
very interesting. Sheila liked working for Peter, he was good to work for
and always very fair. She never had any problems if she wanted to have
time off or finish early. Conversely she would work late for him if she
had to and as a result Peter put a lot of trust in her. She was a medium
height dark haired woman in her late thirties, not thin but equally not
fat and whilst attractive she was not what you would call stunning.
She enjoyed her work and had no ambition to climb any higher up the
ladder, unlike some of her colleagues who thought they should be higher up
the company than they were. She was not jealous of those above her but
what she could not stand were those who treated those below them like
dirt. Unfortunately for Jessica and Mary, in Sheila's opinion, they were
the worst culprits for this in the whole building. They did indeed have a
reputation for trampling over anybody who got in their way and treating
their subordinates very badly. She was delighted that Peter had decided to
take them down a peg or two and even more delighted that she was to be
involved too. Several of her friends had suffered in the hands of these
An overwhelming feeling of power came over Sheila, as she relaxed and
watched Jessica and Mary. Their clothes were locked away out of their
reach and they had no choice but to do what she told them too.
"Right, girls," she began; calling them "girls" just to emphasize the
power she had over them. "Just to recap, if you want to leave this
building dressed you have to do what I say. I take it you understand."
"Please give us our clothes," Jessica asked in a pathetic voice.
"Yes," Mary joined in, "we'll make it worth your while."
Sheila laughed. "Not a chance, and anyway I don't have the key, so tough."
"Bitch," Mary muttered.
"PARDON?" Sheila asked loudly.
"Nothing," Mary hastily replied.
"Don't lie. I distinctly heard you refer to me as a 'bitch.'"
"Sorry," Mary whispered, she regretted her remark as soon as she had made
it, realizing that antagonizing Sheila would only make things worse.
"You will be," Sheila replied ominously, "but right now we have more
pressing matters. I need complete details of how you got home the other
"What if we don't want to?" Mary asked.
"I don't think I need to answer that, but considering your reluctance to
co operate so far I think a little incentive to make sure you tell me the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
The two naked women exchanged worried glances.
"What do you mean, incentive?" Mary asked nervously.
"I'll show you," Sheila answered standing up suddenly and walking over to
the cupboards. Mary and Jessica's eyes followed and they watched as she
opened the cupboard next to the one where their clothes were securely
locked out of their reach.
"Now," Sheila began to explain, "one of you is going to tell me exactly
what happened and whilst they do the other one is going to be shut in this
"Why?" Jessica interrupted in a tiny voice.
"Well, once I have the story from one of you, you will change places and
the other will tell me what happened. This will ensure you tell the truth
because if you don't..." Sheila paused for effect at this point and was
able to detect a scared look in both women's eyes before continuing. "I'll
superglue your hands to your backsides, put you in the lift, and send you
down to the lobby."
Mary opened her mouth to protest but then saw the look in Sheila's eyes,
thought better of it and remained silent.
"Now which of you is going in the cupboard first?" Sheila asked.
Neither women spoke, they both avoided her gaze so after a short period of
silence Sheila decided for them.
"Mary, my girl, get in there," and pointed at the cupboard.
"Oh no, please," Mary begged, "I can't go in there, look, it's got
shelves, there's no room."
"Rubbish," Sheila informed her, "you can squash in here," and pointed to
the gap beneath the bottom shelf.
"I can't," Mary wailed.
"You've got ten seconds or you don't get your clothes back."
Eight seconds later Mary was under the bottom shelf. She was curled up on
her knees in a fetal position, the shelf above her pressed down on her
back; it was a very cramped and uncomfortable position. Not that this
bothered Sheila as she closed the cupboard door on Mary, and returned to
the chair behind Peter's desk. Sitting down she looked at Jessica and
said, "Lets begin."
"Do I have to?" Jessica pleaded, "It's not something I want to remember."
"Yes, you do," Sheila snapped back, "and I shall be making notes so I can
type it all up for Mr. Simpson later."
Jessica stared at her feet, she was out of her depth here and being
separated from Mary made her feel even more vulnerable.
"Oh bother," Sheila exclaimed, "I've left my pad on my own desk, be a good
girl and get it for me."
Jessica's eyes nearly came out on stalks, "Out th.. b.. b.. but, I might
be s.. seen," she stammered near to panic at the thought of having to go
out of Peter's office.
"You know the alternative," Sheila warned her.
Jessica did, and summoning up all her courage she went to the door of the
office and opened it just enough to peek out. She could see nobody so she
opened it a little bit more, still not a person in sight so she took a
deep breath, opened the door wide and scurried in a crouching run to
Sheila's desk. She saw the pad grabbed it and quickly hurried back into
the office. Quickly closing the door she hurried over to the desk and
handed Sheila her notepad.
"Thank you" Sheila said curtly, "now we can begin but first I'd like you
to put your hands on your head."
Dejectedly, Jessica did so.
"Good girl," Sheila mocked. "Now start talking."
Jessica felt tears in her eyes as she stood naked with her hands on her
head in front of Sheila, her colleague was shut naked in a cupboard and
all their clothes were locked away. Worst of all she was powerless to do
anything about it. She took a deep breath and began to recount the events
of Friday night.
Jessica gave as much detail as she could as she recalled that Friday night
and as it turned out the small hours of Saturday morning. Standing naked
in the middle of an office with her hands on her head made it hard to
concentrate. As she continued she began to feel a touch of anger, she had
to stand there whilst Sheila sat in Peter's leather chair, fully clothed,
making copious shorthand notes. Here she was being humiliated by a mere
secretary and her anger nearly boiled over when she at several points in
her story Sheila started laughing. It took her 20 minutes to tell Sheila
all she could remember and once she had finished the secretary asked her
if there was anything she had left out. Jessica thought for a moment then
replied that there wasn't.
"Good," Sheila said, "then its time to change over," and stood up.
"Oh please, not the cupboard," Jessica begged but Sheila just ignored her
and went to the cupboard containing Mary.
She opened the door and said in a tone of voice that one would use on a
pet dog, "Out you come then."
Mary needed no second invitation although it took her several seconds to
extract herself from the cupboard and even longer to straighten her
cramped limbs and stand up blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. It
had been horrible in there, she couldn't move and it had been dark and
hot. Her incarceration had seemed like an eternity and she was just glad
to be out.
She looked on silently as Jessica got on her hands and knees, breasts
swinging beneath her and her bottom stuck up in the air as she crammed
herself into the cupboard. Despite being taller than Mary she somehow
squeezed herself into the small space and once in Sheila laughingly said,
"Now don't go anywhere will you?" and closed the door. She immediately
turned and spoke to Mary.
"Go and stand there," she said pointing to the middle of the office where
Jessica had stood a short while earlier. Sheila herself returned to the
chair and as she settled herself in once more she told Mary to put her
hands on her head.
Mary thought about being defiant for a second but knew it would achieve
nothing so she did as she was told.
"Thank you," Sheila began. "Now I'm sure you know the score but in case
you don't I'll remind you." Mary stood naked and silent. "You are going to
tell me what happened and I will compare it with Jessica's account and if
they don't agree then you don't get your clothes back. Understand?"
"Yes," Mary replied.
"Right then, begin."
Mary told her version of their trip home and watched more than a little
nervously as Sheila compared it with the written account in front of her.
She felt just as humiliated as Jessica had done standing naked in the
middle of the office as she recounted her version of events. Occasionally
Sheila made a quick note on her pad that made Mary even more nervous but
she eventually managed to finish. Sheila made her stand there for a minute
as she closed her pad and put it on the desk. Mary couldn't bear the
suspense very long and blurted out, "Was my account alright, did it match
Sheila gave her a condescending look and just said, "I'll let you know
Mary moaned, she and Jessica would have to wait to find out their fate.
Sheila smiled inwardly at the way she had the two women on tenterhooks and
completely at her beck and call. She would type up their accounts, both of
which did tally (but she had no intention of telling them yet), in a few
minutes but she decided to have some fun with the two women who were
technically her superiors whilst she did it.
"Get your friend out of the cupboard," she suddenly snapped at Mary who
immediately went over, breasts jiggling, and opened the door.
"Time to come out," Sheila called from her seat behind the desk and
Jessica began to extract herself. When she was finally stood up and
rubbing her naked limbs Sheila began. "While we are waiting for Mr.
Simpson to return I don't want you two standing around idly so I'd like
you to get on your hands and knees and crawl round and round the office."
"Do what!" Mary asked in horror.
"You heard, crawl round the office."
"May I remind you that we are senior executives of this company?" Mary
told Sheila in a haughty voice.
"That's right," Jessica, having found her voice, added in support. Sheila
smiled, enjoying Jessica and Mary's small show of defiance.
"Well you don't look like senior executives from where I'm sitting and if
you're not crawling by the time I get to the door I shall return with the
The naked pair hastily got on their knees and started to crawl. Sheila
watched as Jessica, her breasts swinging as she crawled, followed Mary
whose smaller breasts just jiggled beneath her. Both their backsides
wiggled provocatively as they continued round the room and their faces
burned red with the humiliation although this was hidden from Sheila by
the fact that both women's hair fell down and covered their faces. Sheila
watched as they completed one lap and then had a better idea.
"Jessica, turn round and start going the other way," she ordered. Jessica
didn't look up she just did as instructed. Then standing up Sheila pressed
a button on Peter's intercom and walked over to the door where she stopped
and turned round.
"Now girls," she started, "I'm going to type up your stories, and most
interesting they are too, but while I am you two will keep on crawling and
each time you pass each other you will both say 'Hello, I am a naughty
girl'." The naked executives both moaned audibly, Sheila was heaping
humiliation upon humiliation onto them; Jessica in particular was getting
close to tears. Mary was wishing it was all a bad dream and that she would
wake up any minute but she knew it wasn't.
As they approached each other behind Peter's desk Jessica said in a
wavering voice, "Hello I'm a naughty girl."
Then Mary repeated it, "Hello, I'm a naughty girl," in a slightly stronger
"Excellent," Sheila laughed, "now no slacking and I've switched the
intercom on so I'll be listening." And with that she went out of Peter's
office, closed the door behind her and sat down at her own desk. As she
opened a new file on her computer she heard, "Hello, I'm a naughty girl"
twice in quick succession come out of her intercom. Smiling, she began to
"Whoa!" Sheila nearly jumped out of her skin; she had been so engrossed in
her typing that she had not noticed somebody come up the corridor to her
desk. She relaxed as she saw it was Teri, one of her friends and also the
poor unfortunate who had the job of being secretary to both Jessica and
"What brings you down here?" Sheila asked making conversation as she
surreptitiously switched off the intercom.
"Oh, my two tarts aren't in at the moment so I thought I'd have a wander
round," Teri replied, "Actually I thought they came to see your boss. Is
"No, gone to a board meeting."
"That's odd, wonder what happened to my pair?"
Sheila did not reply for a minute, she was deep in thought as to whether
she should tell Teri or not. Teri deserved it she decided; after all she
had to put up with Jessica and Mary all the time.
She took a deep breath and said, "They are still in there, Teri. Peter
made them take off their clothes and then he locked them away before he
went to the board meeting."
"Ho, ho, very funny," Teri retorted at what she thought was a joke.
"Right now they are crawling round Peter's office stark naked." Sheila
persisted and switched the intercom back on. "Listen."
"If they're doing what you say I'll crawl round this whole building stark
"Hello, I'm a naughty girl," came from the intercom.
"What was that?" Teri asked in amazement.
"Exactly what I said," Sheila answered and briefly explained the scenario.
Teri just looked at her in astonishment
then once it had sunk in she
regained her wits and said, "Let me see."
"Are you sure?" Sheila asked.
"Too right I am," Teri immediately replied. "I never thought I'd see the
day when those two bitches got their comeuppance."
"Bitches," Sheila thought to herself, "that reminds me, one of them called
me a bitch earlier." Then she stood up and said out loud to Teri, "Come on
then, let me show you."
Both Jessica and Mary's knees and arms were aching like mad. They did not
know how long they had been crawling and they felt even more ridiculous
each time they passed each other and uttered the phrase Sheila had ordered
them too. They weren't sure if she was outside listening but dared not
take the chance; there was nothing else to do if they stood a chance of
regaining their clothing. As Jessica approached the door it opened in
front of her, she didn't look up, as a pair of feet which she recognized
as Sheila's enter, but a second later she let out a shriek as a second
pair came into her field of vision. Wildly she looked up and her blood
froze as she saw that they belonged to Teri. From the other side of the
room an "O, Jesus" was heard as Mary recognized the new arrival.
"Don't let her see us like this," Jessica begged Sheila, tears in her
"A bit late isn't it?" Teri answered, "and by the look of it I don't think
you are in any position to make demands."
Jessica hung her head, she was too embarrassed to look at Teri, it was
just too humiliating for her being naked in front of her secretary.
Matters were made worse by the fact that the petite dark haired Teri was
only just turned 20.
"I didn't tell you to stop," Sheila reminded Jessica. "Keep crawling."
Jessica sobbed and began to crawl again and when she met up with Mary once
again they both repeated, "Hello I am a naughty girl" at which Teri burst
"I never thought I'd see this," she said to Sheila and then added in a
quieter voice, "will they really do whatever you say?"
"O yes, they have no choice," Sheila assured her, "and they'll do what you
want as well."
"Oh right," Teri's eyes lit up. "In that case, Jessica, Mary, get your
sorry arses over here." And pointed to the floor in front of her. The two
embarrassed executives crawled over and remained on all fours in front of
her, neither could bring herself to look up at Teri.
"Well, well, well," Teri mocked folding her arms and looking down at her
bosses, "I never thought I would see the day when the high and mighty
Jessica Yates and Mary Bennett were groveling at my feet, and naked as
well. I bet you're wishing you'd been nicer to me now?"
Neither of them responded so Teri continued, "So as a small measure of
atonement for all the times you have treated me like shit you can kiss my
feet and apologize."
Both women looked aghast at Teri's latest idea but before anybody could do
or say anything more the door to the office opened and they all looked
round as Peter walked in. He glanced round and immediately got the measure
of the situation.
"Hello Teri," he said without batting an eyelid, "Having fun?"
"You could say that," Teri replied smiling.
"Well don't let me interrupt," Peter added as he put his briefcase on his
desk and then went round behind his desk and sat down. Teri turned her
attention back to the kneeling women.
"Get on with it," she ordered, "one foot each."
Mary slowly bent forward and pressed her lips to Teri's left foot, Jessica
followed her lead and did the same to her right foot. Both of them felt
utterly humiliated but knew there was nothing they could do about it.
"Excellent" Teri told them, looking down at them, " Now apologize."
"Sorry," Jessica mumbled, lifting her head slightly.
"Sorry," Mary was heard to say only marginally louder.
"Sorry for what?" Teri asked sharply, enjoying every moment of her boss's
"Sorry for treating you badly," Mary mumbled.
"Louder," Teri ordered.
"Sorry for treating you badly," Mary repeated in a louder voice.
"Now your turn Jessica." Teri addressed the redhead.
Whilst Teri kept Mary and Jessica occupied Peter spoke to Sheila.
"You got their stories then?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Sheila grinned, "you'll enjoy reading them. I'll go and finish
typing them up now if you like."
"No, it can wait," Peter replied, "how about if I take you and Teri out
"Sounds good to me," Sheila responded, "but what about these two?" waving
her arm in the direction of Mary and Jessica.
"Oh stick them in a cupboard," Peter answered offhandedly and was then
somewhat bemused as Sheila burst out laughing. She quickly explained what
she had done earlier at which point Peter started laughing as well. They
had a brief discussion and decided that they couldn't get them both into
the cupboard that Sheila had used so settled on using the one where Peter
hung his coat. They reckoned that they could squeeze both women in
standing up. Sheila went to inspect the cupboard whilst Peter ordered the
women to their feet. As they stood up he once again admired their bodies
but was interrupted when Sheila called them both over to the cupboard.
Neither of the unclothed pair said anything as they went over to Sheila,
they knew with a sinking feeling what was going to happen.
"You should both fit in," Sheila told them, "although its a good job
you're close friends."
Sheila, Teri and Peter watched as the two women forced themselves into the
cupboard. They succeeded without too much trouble and stood, facing each
other their breasts squashed together and faces millimeters apart, not
really knowing where to put their hands, afraid to touch each others naked
"Have fun," Sheila said and then closed the door plunging them into
darkness. Then, the three of them headed out of the office.
Several hours later Peter and Sheila returned; it had been a very long
lunch. Teri had left them as they came out of the lift and returned to her
own desk to check up on various things. Peter went to his desk and Sheila
sat at hers and began to finish off typing up her notes of Jessica and
Mary's exploits. Inside the cupboard the occupants heard their return and
listened in anticipation as they expected to be released any moment. Their
hopes were soon dashed as everything quieted down again.
"I can't stand much more of this," Jessica whispered in a small voice.
"We have to," Mary whispered back. It was hot in the cupboard after nearly
five hours and both their bodies were by now quite slippery with sweat,
Mary could feel her hair plastered to her scalp and knew her make up must
have run all over her face, she knew Jessica would be in exactly the same
state. Every time Jessica breathed, both women had been panting for some
time due to the heat, Mary felt her hot breath on her face, and as
Jessica's chest heaved it caused her breasts to rub against Mary's. Their
hands however remained firmly by their sides, neither women wanted to
touch the other, they just wanted to be let out. There was silence in the
cupboard apart from the sound of breathing as they strained their ears to
listen for any noise outside that might signal the end of their
Sheila quietly wandered into Peter's office and waved a wad of papers at
him, Peter looked up and silently mouthed, "Finished?"
Sheila nodded in answer; neither wanted the two in the cupboard to hear.
Peter smiled and rose from his chair without making a noise and then as
quietly as he could he headed over to the cupboard. He grasped the handle,
paused and then suddenly wrenched it open.
"Wake up!" he shouted causing both Jessica and Mary to let out a scream.
"Out you come," Peter ordered and then stood back to watch as they slowly
and stiffly extricated themselves. Teri came into the office just in time
to see the naked women get out of the cupboard. Simultaneously she and
Sheila burst out laughing at the state of Mary and Jessica. When the two
executives had arrived in the office that morning they had been
immaculately dressed, now they had been systematically reduced to two
naked sweat covered wretches. Their expensive hairstyles had long since
ceased to exist and instead they were left with bedraggled hair that was
stuck to their heads and down their backs. Their eyeliner had run down
their cheeks and their lipstick was all around their mouths and this
coupled with the way they stiffly moved after so long a confinement and
the fact they could hardly see due to their eyes not being used to the
light meant they gave an accurate portrayal of two utterly defeated women.
Peter returned to his desk as they stood their blinking and Sheila handed
him a pile of papers, which he separated into two heaps. These were the
accounts of Jessica and Mary. Or at least that was what they were meant to
look like. In truth both their accounts had been identical so Sheila had
just typed up one, and then printed it twice!
Peter pretended to compare the two reports and as Mary and Jessica's eyes
became accustomed to the light they saw what he was doing and began to
worry. Peter didn't keep them in suspense for long; he suddenly looked up,
"These are pathetic," he said in an angry voice, "they don't agree at all"
and picked up one pile of papers and waved it in the air.
"No," Mary gasped.
Jessica just stood there dumbstruck.
"I've had enough of you both for today," he continued, " so I'll leave it
to Sheila to deal with you." Then looking towards Sheila he said, " Get
them out of my sight.
"Certainly," Sheila replied and marched over to a speechless Mary and
grabbed her by the upper arm. Teri needed no encouragement and did the
same to Jessica who was equally lost for words, and before the naked
executives knew what was happening they had been bundled out of Peter's
office. Sheila picked something off her desk as they went by and then
frog-marched Mary down the corridor towards the lift, Teri and Jessica
followed close behind.
The whole building was by now virtually empty as it was well past the
normal finishing time for most of the workers but Mary and Jessica had
lost all track of time and did not know this. As the realization of what
was happening to them sunk in they began to look around desperately, on
the verge of panic, to see if anybody was watching them. All four stopped
in front of the lift and Teri pressed the call button and whilst they
waited both naked women pleaded to be let go of and given some clothes.
But their pleas were ignored; Sheila and Teri remained silent retaining a
firm grip on the arms of their respective charges. Their hearts nearly
stopped as the lift arrived and the doors slid open but there was nobody
in it and they breathed out in relief. They were led in and taken up two
floors and when the lift doors opened again Jessica and Mary could see
that they were on the way to their own offices. As they were led down the
familiar corridor it felt deeply embarrassing to be heading towards their
own offices under these circumstances. Normally they would be wearing a
business suit and carrying an aurora of power, maybe stopping off en route
to give instructions to some fearful subordinate. Now, however, they were
naked, bedraggled and could feel carpet beneath their bare feet as they
were led, dejectedly, by a couple of secretaries towards their offices.
Fortunately for them the place was deserted and shortly they found
themselves in Mary's office. Teri released Jessica's arm and closed the
door behind them. Sheila wasted no time and sat in Mary's chair and then
immediately addressed the cringing women, they knew something unpleasant
was going to happen to them.
"So your stories didn't tally."
"We're sorry, give us another chance," Jessica begged.
"Yes, please," Mary added in a piteous voice.
"You've had your chance," Sheila replied icily, "You should have got your
"But we did," both women whined.
"Rubbish," Sheila snorted and then added, " I take it you remember what I
told you I'd do if your stories didn't agree."
Mary and Jessica looked blank.
"Well let me remind you," Sheila told them after a lengthy pause and
produced a tube of superglue, she had remembered in the nick of time to
pick it up off her desk as they had passed. The effect on the two
executives was electric.
Jessica's hand flew to her mouth in horror whilst Mary cried out, "Oh
"Surely" they both thought she wouldn't really carry out her threat to
glue their hands to their backsides and them put them in the lift. But
they watched in mute fascination as Sheila slowly removed the cap.
"Who's first?" she looked up smiling.
"No, you can't," Mary pleaded and started backing towards the door,
Jessica still with her hand to her mouth stood rooted to the spot. Mary
felt Teri grab her arm and start to propel her towards the desk, Mary
began to struggle but Teri despite her smaller stature was much stronger,
and had no difficulty in controlling her. Mary felt herself bent face down
over her own desk with Teri holding her down by her neck. Sheila rapidly
came round to the same side and squirted several blobs of glue on Mary's
right buttock and without pausing grabbed her right arm and with a brief
struggle pressed the palm of Mary's hand onto the glue. She then pressed
with all her might for a good thirty seconds before releasing the
"Nooooo," Mary cried as she tried to detach her right hand from her
backside and failed., the glue had done its trick. The performance was
repeated with the left side of Mary and this time after thirty seconds she
was released by both Sheila and Teri and helped to a standing position.
Mary tugged so hard that she was staggering round the office as she kept
losing her balance but her hands were firmly glued and once she realized
this she stood still and burst into tears. Sheila and Teri laughed at her
but this was cut short when Jessica who had not moved through the whole
episode of gluing Mary's hands suddenly came to her senses and made a bolt
for the door. She had the door half open when Teri, who had shot across
the office to intercept her, crashed into her back forcing her up against
the door and closing it at the same time. Teri grabbed her hair and held
her head sideways to the door at which point Sheila arrived and went to
work with the glue. In less than two minutes Jessica was in the same
predicament as Mary, and also crying.
"Shut up and listen," Sheila called out and both women managed to control
their tears and stood there sniffling.
"Good," Sheila said once she had their attention and then continued. "Teri
and I are going now." Both the naked women groaned at this. Sheila went
on, "but we will wait 20 minutes in the car park for you, if you don't
make it by then... well, I'll leave that to your imaginations."
Mary and Jessica glanced at each other and Mary was opening her mouth to
say something only to hear her office door close as the secretaries
"Oh shit!" she wailed.
Two floors below Peter finished what he was doing and picked up one of the
copies of the two women's account. He settled back in his chair and with a
smile on his face began to read......
Executive Stress - Part 3
"What do we do now?" Jessica sobbed and looked at Mary with tears running
down her cheeks.
"We've just got to get to that car park or we've had it," Mary replied,
she was in tears as well but was managing to think rationally.
"But we don't stand a chance like this," Jessica said between sniffles,
"and what if we are seen."
Mary had to concede that she had a point. They had been told they had
twenty minutes to get themselves down to the ground floor and out into the
car park. Under normal circumstances this would have been easily
accomplished but unfortunately for Mary and Jessica they were going to
have to attempt this completely naked with their hands superglued to their
"You got a better idea?" Mary asked Jessica mournfully.
"Er, no," was all the reply Jessica could come up with.
"Well, we have to go for it because if we stay here we're bound to be
discovered, sooner or later," Mary decided for both of them.
"I suppose you're right," Jessica agreed and summoning up her reserves of
courage added, "Lets go for it then."
With that both women, hands stuck to backsides, headed for the door and
then promptly stopped again, their eyes glued on the shiny brass round
door handle. Getting out of the office was going to be their first problem
and they both rapidly realized how helpless one was without the use of
ones hands. After a moment Jessica turned round and backed up to the door,
she then crouched down until the door handle was wedged in her left
armpit. Then by pivoting her upper body and gripping like mad she tried to
turn the handle. She got it to move but not far enough, taking another
grip and with pain showing in her face she tried again.
"Go on," Mary cried in encouragement and to her joy Jessica succeeded and
as the door swung open the redhead collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"Ouch," she cried as she hit the floor.
"Well done," Mary congratulated her and moved forward to help her
colleague but upon realizing she couldn't, instead stood and watched as
Jessica struggled to regain her feet.
Once back upright Jessica hissed, "Lets go then," and led the way through
the deserted offices.
It was bad enough when Teri and Sheila had led them towards their offices,
but going the other way alone and helpless was even worse. If there had
been anyone watching, the two women would have been quite a sight. Neither
could cover themselves and in a vain attempt at modesty they both scurried
along the corridor in a sort of crouch. Jessica, in the lead, displayed
the fact that she really was a redhead, her exposed breasts swung in time
to her run. The less well endowed Mary had breasts that could be best
described as jiggling as she followed Jessica. As soon as they got to the
lift Jessica dropped to her knees and hit the call button with her
forehead, somewhere high above the lift motors burst into life.
Unfortunately for them due to modern technology, many floors below, they
were spotted! Brian Stevens, the night security man, was gazing idly at
his bank of monitors when a movement on one of the screens caught his eye.
His eyes came out on stalks as he took a closer look and then he quickly
punched some buttons on his keyboard and the image he was interested in
came up on the screen on the desk in front of him.
"I'm not dreaming," he thought to himself, "I am looking at two naked
Brian, an ex-policeman, although in his late fifties, was still extremely
quick witted and in a short time he had zoomed in on the two women and as
they waited nervously he recognized them. "Jessica Yates and Mary
Bennett," he said out loud and then laughed. Like most of the people in
the office he knew them as a stuck up pair of cows and in his case, being
a mere Security guard, they didn't even acknowledge his presence. He also
knew quite a few people who had fallen foul of them and come off second
best. Chuckling, he concluded that somebody had finally decided it was
time they got their comeuppance; this was backed up by the fact that they
appeared to have their hands glued to their bottoms. He resolved to have a
bit of fun himself.
While Mary and Jessica were kept occupied elsewhere in the building Peter
Simpson sat reclined in his chair reading their accounts of the previous
Friday night when he had arranged to have them left stark naked on a
train. Sheila had done an excellent job of typing up their story and he
almost immediately became totally absorbed in it.
Both women were on the verge of panic as their train sped through the
night; they had been blackmailed into stripping naked and then had watched
in horror as their clothes and all their personal possessions were ejected
from the window. Once the anonymous man had left the train they both cried
at the situation they were in but were brought back to reality as the
train rolled into the next station. They both squashed down in their seats
and Mary put her arms across her breasts and crossed her legs in an
attempt to hide herself. Jessica drew her knees up under her chin and
covered herself like that. But fortunately for them, nobody got into their
compartment and they relaxed slightly as the train set off once again.
Mary by now was thinking reasonably straight and this rubbed off on
Jessica who calmed down to some extent as well and they began to discuss
the best way out of their predicament. Things were made worse by the fact
that they had lost not only their clothes but also their handbags
containing all their money credit cards and most importantly keys. They
were in effect stranded naked and penniless on a train and unable to gain
entry to their homes assuming they could get there at all.
When they had left the office their plan was to go to Jessica's house to
finish off their report, now however they had a lot more to worry about.
After careful deliberation, which was interrupted by another heart
stopping halt at a station, they devised a plan of sorts. They would
travel to the station beyond the one that Jessica normally got off at and
then head back to her house from there. This they reckoned would be their
best option as to get to Mary's house would have entailed going right to
the end of the line, to a busy station, and then a 5 mile walk part of
which was through a town center. Jessica's normal station was quite busy
which was why they agreed to go one stop further to a station that whilst
being further from her house, about 3 miles further, was much quieter and
therefore there was less chance of being spotted. Plan devised, they sat
there in silence, both lost in their own thoughts with mental images of
what might befall them constantly flashing through their minds which did
nothing to lessen their apprehension. They had to endure two more stops
one of which was at the station that Jessica normally got off at, but on
both occasions they were undisturbed.
But their hearts really began to pound as they got closer to the station
where they knew they would have to get off, the train started to slow and
their mouths went dry. They both knew that this was where things would
start to get very difficult and as the train came to a stand they
nervously glanced at each other. Mary nodded in the direction of the door
and they stood up and moved across to the door. Looking out Mary quickly
assessed the situation, and knowing that time was not on their side, made
a decision. As predicted the station was quiet with only a handful of
passengers alighting and heading for the exit, also being a more rural
station it had a nicely tended flower bed and for the first time that
evening the women's luck was in as they had stopped opposite a large
Mary turned the door handle but held the door closed, she waited as long
as she dared for the platform to clear before whispering to Jessica who
was standing behind her, "Follow me to the bush" and without waiting for a
reply swung the door open and made a dash across the platform and the
relative safety of the rhododendron. Jessica who was hard on her heels had
the sense to slam the train door shut behind her, but then disaster, as
the door closed she swung round to follow Mary only to trip headlong over
her, Mary for some reason was lying on the ground. As Jessica picked
herself up her blood froze as she saw that the naked Mary was lying on top
of a dark suited business man!.
"O shit," she said out loud as she regained her feet and made a dive for
the bush, Mary was not far behind her and before the poor fellow on the
platform knew what had happened they both disappeared behind the bush just
as the train accelerated out of the station.
The chap who had consumed a few drinks before catching his train rather
slowly sat up and looked around, "Was I really knocked over by a naked
woman?" he thought to himself, still looking round. But he could see
nothing and picking himself up he resolved to cut down on his drinking
before trudging towards the exit and the ticket collector. Behind the bush
however crouched two naked businesswomen who couldn't believe that they
had just got away without being discovered. Taking a couple of minutes to
compose themselves, or at least as best they could when hiding naked
behind a bush, and also to make sure the platform was absolutely clear
they debated how to get out of the station. Surveying the platform from
their hiding place it soon became apparent that due to a high fence the
only way out was via the main exit which was manned by a ticket collector.
"How do we get past him," Jennifer enquired when it was clear there was no
other way out.
"We run as fast as we can and keep on running," Mary replied.
But we might be seen," said Jessica in a startled voice.
"Damn right we will," Mary snapped back, "but as long as we are not caught
we should be OK."
The thought of being caught, naked in her home town filled Jessica with
dread but she couldn't dwell on it long as Mary asked, "Are you ready?"
"It's now or never," Mary cut her off and without waiting for a reply
dashed out from her hiding place. Jessica didn't bother thinking but on
impulse immediately followed her. They both set off hands over breasts and
pussies but, almost together, realized that speed would be preferable to
modesty and taking their hands away sprinted for the exit. They were going
flat out when they reached the exit and were past the ticket collector and
onto the station forecourt before they realized it. The ticket collector
was standing open mouthed not able to believe his eyes, had he really seen
two naked women dash past him? By the time he had regained his wits they
had disappeared into the night.
There were few people in the station and only one actually saw them as
they flashed through. The man in question stared in amazement as Jessica
and Mary passed him.
"At least I'm on my feet this time," he muttered to himself, and once
again resolved to cut down on his drinking.
Out of the station they crossed the empty taxi rank and then Mary slowed,
unsure of her surroundings. Jessica took the lead red hair streaming out
"Follow me," she called over her shoulder. Mary needed no encouragement
and did so. Jessica then led them down the footpath of what was a busy
road away from the station, if any passing motorists saw them, which was
highly likely, they probably wouldn't have believed their eyes. After 150
yards she dodged to her right into a dark side alley and stopped. Mary
followed her and hiding in the shadows they both gasped for air as they
recovered their breath.
"What now?" Mary asked when her breathing had slowed enough to speak.
"Its about three miles from here," Jessica responded between gasps,
clearly she was the less fit of the two. "If we go down this alley it
leads to the canal and we can follow the towpath to within about half a
mile of my house."
"Then what?" Mary asked.
"You don't want to know," Jessica replied grimly then added, "Come on,
let's get on," and led them down the alley.
It was very dark and now that there was less chance of being caught and
they were no longer on smooth tarmac they soon became acutely aware of
their bare feet as they groped their way down the alley to the canal. By
the time they got to the canal they were hobbling, both had caught their
toes on stones and to make matters worse they began to notice the cold.
For a clothed person it would have been a cool evening but in their state
it was definitely considerably worse.
Jessica turned left and trudged along the towpath, Mary followed silently
behind. They were heading back towards the town center. As Jessica lived
on its edge, by alighting at the station they had done they would not
actually have to go through the center to get to her house. As they walked
on, passing under the occasional bridge, matters were made slightly better
by the emergence of the moon. This meant that they could at least see
reasonably well where they were going; it also highlighted the fact that
they had high walls and buildings on one side and only the canal on the
other, there was nowhere to hide. They were making good progress when they
approached another bridge where the canal passed under a road. At these
points the canal narrowed to pass through the arch of the bridge and the
towpath also dipped down nearer to the water level to squeeze through as
well. With things going as well as could be expected under the
circumstances neither women were exercising the caution they had done
previously so it came as a great shock when coming out from under the
bridge Jessica bumped into a man and a woman walking arm in arm towards
"Ow," the man cried as Jessica collided with him. Mary managed to stop but
then the other women switched on a torch and the two naked executives
froze, caught like deer startled by car headlights. Nobody moved or said
anything for what seemed like an eternity and it was finally the clothed
women who spoke first.
"How disgusting," she told them angrily, "you should be ashamed of
yourselves. I suppose this is some silly prank."
"No, er, actually.." Mary began but the woman cut her off by saying to her
partner, "George, call the police."
The man then produced a mobile phone and began to dial. Mary decided that
the time for explanations was over and shouting, "RUN!" took off down the
towpath; Jessica was right behind her.
"What do we do now?" Jennifer called out to Mary as they sprinted down the
side of the canal.
"Get away from her as fast as possible," came the reply.
They passed under one bridge and without slowing carried on down the
towpath. They went round a bend in the canal and were about 150 yards away
from the next bridge when Mary suddenly stopped and Jessica crashed into
the back of her.
"What the hell!" Jessica cried angrily.
"Look!" Mary told her and pointed to the bridge upon which a car had just
stopped. A car with blue flashing lights on its roof, a police car!
"O shit," Jessica said on the edge of panic, they would never live it down
if they were caught like this. As they stood there they saw the torches of
the police come down the steps from the road and onto the towpath. They
couldn't go back because of the couple that had reported them and there
was a large factory on the canal side with no doors or windows. Again Mary
made a decision for both of them, "Into the canal," she hissed.
"Get lost," Jessica replied incredulously.
"We've no choice," Mary told her, crouching down ready to lower herself
over the side of the towpath. "If we keep close to the side and hide
behind these reeds they may not see us."
Jessica was undecided but another glance at the approaching lights was
enough to convince her. As she got onto her knees Mary was already
slipping into the murky water so Jessica followed her and it took all her
self-control to stop herself crying out as the cold water rose up her
body. The canal was heavily silted up and as they pressed as close to the
bank as they did so they felt thick mud pressing against their bodies. The
torches came closer and they both lowered themselves until their chins
were at water level., they hardly dared breath and had to concentrate to
stop their teeth chattering. A torch beam swung across the top of their
heads and they both stopped breathing for several seconds and
involuntarily closed their eyes.
When they dared to open them again the beams had gone and Mary lifted her
head up just enough to get a peek along the towpath, she was glad to see
the torches receding into the distance. They stayed in the water, teeth
chattering uncontrollably, until they saw the police car drive off.
Getting out proved to be interesting, as it proved quite an effort for
them to break the suction between their bodies and the thick mud they had
been lying on beneath the waters surface. They succeeded, with a bit of a
struggle, and hauled their mud covered bodies onto the towpath and then
without a word set off once more on their way, Jessica leading once more.
The rest of their trip alongside the canal passed without incident and
soon they found themselves stood at the point where Jessica informed Mary
that they would have to leave the canal for the final half mile to her
"This is the bit you told me not to ask about," Mary said as they
cautiously climbed some steps from the towpath up to a road. "Why is
"Take a look for yourself," Jessica replied as they reached the top and
carefully peeked round the corner of a building.
"Oh my god," Mary groaned. She found herself looking at rather busy
supermarket car park; Friday was late night shopping for a lot of people.
"We don't have to go across there, do we?"
Mary asked, looking nervously
at the size of the car park and the number of people there were in it.
"I'm afraid we do," Jessica answered.
"There must be another way," Mary said still looking in horror.
"No there isn't," Jessica informed her, "my house is over there, " and she
waved her arm in the vague direction of some houses at the other side of
"We'll just have to wait" Mary said emphatically, "until the supermarket
"OK," Jessica agreed and both women slipped back down he steps to wait in
Ten minutes later, following their dip in the canal, they started to get
cold and shiver.
By twenty minutes they were virtually frozen to the spot.
"It's ages till the supermarket closes," Jessica said through chattering
teeth, "we'll freeze to death if we stop here."
"Well I'm not going out there yet," Mary replied between shivers, but
Jessica had had enough, she could stand the cold no longer and started to
climb the steps.
"I'm going to make a run for it, you can come or stay here," she said as
she reached the top of the steps.
"Jessica, come back!" Mary cried but instead Jessica glanced at the
traffic on the road in front of the supermarket and on seeing a gap ran
across it in the direction of the car park.
"NOOOO," Mary howled in despair as Jessica disappeared from her view but
she was following as she knew being left on her own would be even worse
than the naked run to Jessica's house. Mary started to cross the road as
Jessica ran through a flowerbed on the other side and entered the car
park. There was a cacophony of vehicle horns as motorists saw not one but
two naked women flash in front of them. Traffic came to almost a
standstill as the two's progress was tracked across the supermarket car
Mary tried to shut out what was happening around her, instead she
concentrated on Jessica's naked form sprinting along about 20 yards in
front of her, she was however strangely conscious of the sound of her
naked feet slapping on the tarmac. She wished it were all a bad dream and
that she would wake up in a minute but she knew she wouldn't. Jessica was
more aware of her surroundings as she sped past people unloading shopping
into their car boots or returning trolleys. Surprisingly a lot of them
never noticed the naked pair pass them, but there were those who
definitely did. One teenage boy taking a trolley back for his mother was
glad he had been made to help with the shopping that night, he got a good
look at both women and stood in amazement as they receded into the
distance. A man pushing a trolley back to his car stood in amazement as he
saw the two approach and his eyes followed them as they passed him. He
only came to his senses when his wife gave him a sharp dig in the ribs. It
must have been no more than ninety seconds before the women left the car
park and went round the end of the supermarket itself. They crossed the
completely empty lorry loading bays without a break in their pace but were
breathing very heavily as lungs gasped for air and exited the supermarket
premises directly opposite Jessica's street. They shot across another road
without looking causing a car to screech to a halt, Jessica didn't see but
Mary was acutely aware of the look of amazement and then one of disgust on
the woman driver's face. She hoped it was nobody who lived near Jessica.
The redhead then led them down the street which luckily was empty and with
a feeling of relief turned into her own driveway and came to a halt, Mary
was not far behind. Both women then bent over at the waist trying to
regain their breath, although Jessica had the sense to lead them both down
the side of the house out of sight of any nosy neighbours.
"How do we get in?" Mary, who recovered first, asked as they hid,
shivering in the shadows at the side of Jessica's house.
"Round the back," Jessica replied through chattering teeth and started to
lead the way. Once she reached the back door she stopped and turned to see
if Mary was following.
Mary was and enquired, "Have you got a key?"
Jessica did not reply, she tried the door handle just in case but as
expected it was locked so instead she stepped back, picked up a large rock
from the edge of the garden and without hesitating hurled it through the
pane of glass in the top half of her kitchen door. The glass shattered and
very carefully, so as not to cut her feet, Jessica went back and reaching
in unlocked her back door and went inside. Mary didn't wait to be invited
and equally carefully stepped into the darkened kitchen. As she did so,
from somewhere else in the house she heard Jessica punch in the code to
disable her alarm before it went off. Mary went through into the hall and
then suddenly found herself blinded as Jessica flicked on the light. It
took several minutes for the two women's eyes to adjust to the sudden
brightness and went they finally did they stood looking at each other in
astonishment. Following their dip in the canal they were both plastered in
a thick black oily mud which by now was caking itself to their bodies. In
addition they had a green slime also from the canal in their hair and on
their shoulders; the few remaining traces of makeup was smeared around
their faces. It would have been difficult for anybody to recognize them as
the smart, self confident executives that had set off to work that
"Bath time," Jessica announced and went up the stairs, Mary followed.
The rest of the weekend was spent cleaning themselves, and then the house
where they had trailed mud. They in addition got the back door repaired
had new locks fitted, bathed their sore feet and organized replacement
credit cards. They also found plenty of time to see if they could find a
way out of the mess they were in but came to the inevitable conclusion
that all they could do was show up at peter Simpson's office on Monday
morning as instructed. They resigned themselves to their fate by Sunday
lunch time so Mary departed for her own house, wearing borrowed clothes,
having arranged to meet a locksmith there! Neither of them wanted to
contemplate what Peter had in store for them.
Peter smiled as he put down the accounts, he then decided he'd better get
on and do some of the work he was paid to do and was soon engrossed in it.
Jessica and Mary waited what seemed like
an eternity for the lift to
arrive. All the while they were constantly looking up and down the various
corridors that met at the lift in fear of being seen, neither of them had
the faintest idea they were being watched via a security camera. At last
the lift arrived and the doors slid open, quick as a flash the naked pair
hurried inside and Mary located the button for the basement and after
several seconds of trying managed to press it with her head. The doors
closed immediately and the lift headed for the basement car park. A
feeling of relief passed over them as they watched the numbers above the
door indicate the steady descent of the lift. They smiled nervously at
each other in an attempt at mutual reassurance but then the lift ground to
a halt on the second floor. Their feelings of relief instantly vanished to
be replaced by one of extreme trepidation. Had somebody pressed the button
on the second floor? They squashed themselves against opposite sides of
the lift and waited in dread for the door to open.
A minute later they looked at each other quizzically as the door had
failed to open, both were aware that the lift did not normally behave like
this. Nervously, and still in silence, Jessica gingerly made her way over
to the control panel and used her head to press the basement button,. The
lift remained motionless so she tried again this time with a little more
force, still nothing and finally in frustration she banged the panel with
her head The thought of being stuck in a lift in their current predicament
was something neither woman dared even contemplate.
Two floors below them Brian picked up a bunch of keys and headed for the
second floor via the stairs. For some reason best known to themselves the
designers of the building had thought it necessary to incorporate a
facility whereby all the lifts could be overridden and operated from the
security console. Brian had played with this before to amuse himself at
night but had never come up with a practical use for this lift control,
He took his time and trudged up the two flights of stairs knowing that the
occupants of the lift would be getting more worried by the minute. On
reaching the second floor he went through the door from the stairwell and
turning left arrived outside the lift. He wasted no time and selecting a
key from the bunch he had brought with him inserted it into a slot just
below the "Call lift" button. The door slid open and he was confronted
with a full frontal sight of the two naked executives staring back at him.
Nothing happened for several seconds and then Jessica screamed, spun round
and desperately pushed herself into a corner of the lift. Mary then did
the same in the opposite corner.
Brian laughed and said, "Good evening."
"Go away," Mary squealed going red with embarrassment at being caught
naked like this.
"Why don't you come out of the lift?" Brian asked ignoring Mary's comment.
"Piss off and leave us pervert," Jessica
called out from her corner
attempting to put on a show of bravado.
Brian looked at the pair squirming in opposite corners trying to hide
their nakedness from him and then said, "If I go, I shut the lift door and
as I've isolated the controls you'll still be in there tomorrow morning."
Silence greeted him so he went on.
"The choice is yours, Ms Yates and Ms Bennett."
The fact that he knew who they were startled Jessica and Mary and removed
any further thoughts of resistance, slowly they turned and faces burning
red exited the lift and stood staring at their feet in front of the
"What exactly are you two doing?" Brian asked.
"We're trying to get to the basement car park," Mary mumbled in reply.
"So why are you in this condition?" Brian queried.
"Er, we lost a bet," Mary hastily told him not wanting the security guard
to know the truth.
Brian, being an ex-policeman, knew she was lying but didn't press the
matter; instead he came straight to his point.
"Do you remember George Hallett?" he asked.
Neither Jessica nor Mary looked up; they just shook their heads and Mary
"I didn't think you would," Brian continued, "he was a friend of mine and
you lost him his job."
No response from the women as Brian paused for effect and admired their
bodies before carrying on.
"So now I'm going to get even for him." A slight sigh greeted this last
comment but Brian then shocked them both by asking, "Are you two
"NO!" came an outraged reply in unison from Jessica and Mary.
"Good," Brian said more to himself than anybody else and then directed
Mary to sit on a receptionist chair that he dragged out from behind a desk
for the purpose. Mary sat there as instructed, knees pressed together as
Brian called Jessica over. Both were mystified but remained silent.
"Kneel down in front of your friend here," he ordered and as she came over
he placed a hand under her left armpit to help her down. Once he had both
women in position he explained what he wanted.
"Ms Yates," he started, "I'd like you to demonstrate oral sex on Ms
Jessica recoiled in horror nearly falling over backwards in the process
and Mary nearly fell off the chair.
"You've got to be joking," she said in a shocked voice.
Brian eyed them both and then spoke.
"I'll give you a choice," he said, "Ms Yates here can get her pretty
little face between your legs in the next minute, or alternatively you
both go back in that lift until you are found tomorrow, its up to you."
Mary looked down at Jessica kneeling before her, she saw the look of
defeat in her colleague's eyes and without a word she slowly spread her
legs. She watched almost as if in a trance as Jessica, a look of revulsion
on her face, ever so slowly shuffled forward a few inches on her knees
before even more slowly leaning forward to get her head between Mary's
legs. At this point Mary tore her eyes away from Jessica and throwing her
head back fixed her eyes on the ceiling directly above her head. Jessica
paused when her mouth was about 2 inches away from Mary's pussy, this was
as close as she had ever been to another women and she had no desire to be
there. The redhead was about to back away when she considered the
alternative of being left in the lift and it also occurred to her that
time was running out for them to get to the car park. Taking a breath she
lent forward and pressed her lips against Jessica's pubic hair, feeling an
involuntary twitch and a sharp intake of breath from Mary, as she did so,
she could also feel the heat from her face, as it burned red with
"Lick," she heard the guard order her and so she gingerly slid her tongue
inside Mary which this time caused a groan from her and then having no
idea what to do next she just wiggled it about a bit.
Brian smiled to himself as he looked down at the redheaded Jessica with
her head between Mary's legs.
"Two Stuck up cows getting what they deserve," he thought to himself, "and
my very own private lesbian show, too."
After about five minutes, by which time Jessica's tongue was getting tired
he called a halt to proceedings and allowed the two women to stand up.
They were both far more embarrassed than when the lift doors had opened
and didn't look at Brian as he told them they could go. Both women were by
now very aware of the time that had elapsed since they had left Mary's
office and headed for the stairs. Brian watched them go, returned the
chair behind the desk and then took the lift down to the ground floor and
his desk using his control override key. Once there he set about rewinding
the security camera tapes!
Jessica and Mary descended to the basement as fast as they could and
pushed through the doors to the car park. They didn't bother checking to
see if anyone was out there, knowing that time was very short but ran into
the middle of the car park and looked around wildly. Sheila and Teri who
were sitting in Sheila's car on the far side of the basement giggled as
they saw the two burst into the car park. One would scarcely have believed
that the two naked females in front of them could be top executives, this
thought made them giggle even more. Sheila started the engine, which
instantly attracted Mary and Jessica's attention as they stood rooted to
the spot trying to work out which car had started. As Sheila slowly pulled
out of the parking space and cruised towards them they watched closely and
then relaxed as they saw who was driving. Sheila pulled up along side them
and wound down her window. Teri leant forward slightly and looked across
at the pair stood beside the car.
"23 minutes," she told them, "You're too late."
"Sorry," Sheila added smiling and then said "Goodnight" as she gunned the
engine and drove off in the direction of the exit. Looking in the rear
view mirror she saw that Jessica and Mary were running after her, looking
utterly ridiculous with hands glued to backsides and looks of utter
desperation on their faces. Half way to the exit she pulled up and waited
for Mary and Jessica to catch up.
"Please" Mary gasped as she came alongside the car, "don't leave us."
"No need to panic" Sheila told her as she and Teri got out of her car, "I
should tell you that your stories did tally, we just decided to have some
fun with you, that's all."
Neither Mary nor Jessica said anything as Teri told them to turn round and
released their hands using a small bottle of releasing agent that she kept
in her desk drawer in case anybody accidentally glued themselves to
anything. As both women flexed their arms Sheila said, "Your clothes are
in your car, Jessica" and handed her the keys. Both Jessica and Mary had
come in Jessica's car that day due to the fact that their season train
tickets had been ejected from a train window the previous Friday. Jessica
hurried over to her car, which was very near to where Sheila had stopped
and in a very short space of time was pulling on her clothes. Sheila
turned to Mary and sternly ordered.
"Hold out one of your hands" and when Mary didn't comply she reached
forward and grabbed her left wrist pulling it toward her. Turning it palm
up Sheila started to apply more glue to it this time in larger quantities
"W.. w.. what are you doing," Mary stammered.
"I told you you'd be sorry for calling me a bitch this morning. " and
before Mary could argue, in a deft movement, Sheila turned her hand over
and pushed it hard into Mary's crotch. She held it there for about a
minute, to allow the glue to set before letting go, leaving Mary with one
hand glued to her pubic hair. Mary tried to pull her hand away and then
winced, as all she did was pull on her pubic hair.
"You can either pull your pubic hair off and get dressed or ride home
naked and cut yourself free when you get there," Sheila told her in a
matter of fact voice. Mary didn't wait for a reply but ran over to
Jessica's car and got into the passenger seat, next to a now fully clothed
Jessica. It wasn't long before they drove off frightened that Teri and
Sheila might dream up something else for them to do. Sheila and Teri
watched them go and then got back into their car and headed for home.
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