Sheila Jenkins sat in her office and watched the closed circuit TV monitor sat on the
desk in front of her and her heart began to pound as she watched events unfold. Sheila
had been deputy manager of this particular supermarket for nearly six months, during
which time she had done her job well and earned the respect of the staff having gained
a reputation of being firm but fair. She got on well with her boss, a man by the name of
Martin Clark, and he had already let it be known that it would only be a matter of time
before she became manager of a store in her own right. But as she watched the monitor
in growing horror she knew that her future could well be on the line.
As deputy manager part of her duties included being responsible
for the bakery, as
being a big store the bread was baked on the premises and she had always thought she
had an excellent team working in it. The bakery supervisor, Amanda Taylor was an
extremely efficient woman and made sure things ran like clockwork and seemed to be
able to get her team of three other women to do whatever was needed. In fact Sheila
rarely interfered with the workings of the bakery knowing that Amanda had things
under control. Then, about a month ago Head office sent a memo to the effect that the
bakery at Sheila’s store was using more flour and other ingredients that any other store
and could she provide an explanation. Sheila dismissed it as the typical sort of thing one
gets from a pen pusher at head office and as they were about to embark on a stock
take put it in a drawer to deal with at a later date. She then promptly forgot about it and
only remembered when another slightly more insistent memo had arrived, this time
detailing her stores usage of ingredients and comparing it with other stores. Having
studied the figures Sheila had to concede that head office did have a point and she
decided to have a chat with Amanda later that day.
She never got to the chat as she slipped up to her office for a
cup of coffee at about
seven o’clock that evening and whilst sat at her desk drinking it she started to fiddle
with the newly upgraded CCTV system part of which involved having monitors in the
managers offices. She was no expert with the things and it was purely by chance she
ended up looking at the bakery which surprised her as she didn’t know there was even
a camera there and for several minutes watched as the bakery staff removed a large
quantity of freshly baked bread from one of the ovens. Soon growing bored she
switched to a view of the main store but then, about 15 seconds later, a thought struck
her and she flicked back to the bakery.
"Why are the making bread a couple of hours before the store shuts?"
she said out
loud to herself and then watched as Amanda and her staff loaded the not insubstantial
amount of bread onto a trolley and carefully covered it over. Amanda herself then
wheeled the trolley out the back of the bakery and into the warehouse area. Sheila
frantically pressed buttons on her console to try and find a view of the warehouse.
Finally she got one and was horrified to see Amanda helping a man to load all the bread
into the back of a van. Once it was all loaded the man handed something to Amanda,
which Sheila assumed to be money and seconds later the van drove off. Amanda looked
round furtively before stuffing the money into her bra and then wheeling the trolley
back to the bakery.
Sheila sat dumbfounded, just staring at the screen as numerous thoughts
through her brain. Upper most was the feeling of betrayal, she had always trusted
Amanda but had now just discovered she and her staff had a nice little sideline going at
the stores expense. She was about to phone the police and hand the matter over to
them when it occurred to her that the whole affair would reflect badly on her and most
likely she could forget any further advancement of her career. Calming herself she
began to think hard and came to the conclusion that she was better off dealing with the
matter herself and keeping the lid on it. She was also equally determined to teach
Amanda and her staff a lesson they wouldn’t forget. Picking up the phone she made an
internal call to the bakery and curtly told Amanda that she wanted to see her and the
bakery staff once the store had closed. Amanda asked why and Sheila simply said,
"Wait and see," before putting the phone down.
Two hours later there was a knock at the door of Sheila’s office.
"Come in," Sheila called and led by Amanda the four women walked
in still in their
bakery uniforms which in Amanda’s case consisted of a white knee length cotton
overall/dress. Amanda herself was very self-confident and outgoing 27 year old which
made her ideal for the job she was doing. She was of medium height and possessed
short dark hair. The other three entered quickly behind Amanda, they were dressed in
the standard uniforms like Amanda’s, only theirs were light blue in colour. Sheila knew
that due to the heat in the bakery they very rarely wore much under these uniforms.
First through the door, after Amanda, was Julie Smith the oldest of all of them at 43.
Despite this she had lost none of her looks and was known to work out at a local gym to
keep in trim although the 5ft tall with curly blonde hair did have a reputation for having
a fiery temper. She also had a rather unruly 18-year-old daughter. Following her was
Anne Harrison a 25 year old, who at 4ft 6" was the shortest of them all but along with
her long jet back hair she possessed both an ample chest and backside The last into the
office was Angela Scott the tall blonde haired 19 year old trainee who was as thin as
she was tall. She had proved to be extremely shy in the couple of months she had been
at the store but was nonetheless a hard worker. All four women wore the obligatory
white hats as required by the hygiene regulations and those with long hair had it tucked
under these hats. In addition they all wore their name badges on their left breasts in
line with company policy. As the nervous looking Angela closed the door behind herself,
Amanda made for the chair in front of the desk and was somewhat startled when Sheila
rebuffed her with, "I didn’t say you could sit."
She managed to maintain her composure and went to stand with her
staff. Sheila looked
at the four of them stood opposite her and then produced the memo. She read it out and
then said, "Can you explain this please?"
"Its probably a mix up," Amanda tried to explain, having studied
it for a moment but
was interrupted by Sheila, "I thought that at first but now I’ve got other ideas."
"Such as?" Amanda snapped back none too pleasantly as the other
"Well perhaps I should tell you that I discovered our new security
system has a camera
in the bakery and tonight I saw some interesting things." There was silence as the four
standing women looked aghast which immediately indicated to Sheila that all of them
knew exactly what had been going on.
"What exactly did you see?" Amanda finally managed to ask after
several moments of
"Lets say, a substantial quantity of bakery products was seen leaving
via the back
door." Sheila answered giving Amanda a cold stare.
"Oh" was all Amanda could manage in reply, she and the others knew
they had been
caught red handed; their little scheme to make some extra cash on the side had just
landed them in serious hot water.
"I suppose I have no alternative but to call the police," Sheila
added a moment later.
There was a gasp from one of the women and Amanda managed to utter a quiet, "No."
which Sheila heard. Sitting back in her chair she said," Why don’t you tell me what has
been going on."
Amanda knew when they were beaten and realizing that protests of
innocence would be
futile took a deep breath and began to speak. She described how she had been
approached by a man offering her money if she produced some bread for him. At first
Amanda declined but the man came back on several occasions and as well as being
persistent he upped the money. This caused Amanda to give the matter some serious
thought and she eventually concluded that she could get away with it but she would of
course need the rest of the staff in on the deal. So one evening she got them all on one
side and carefully explained the deal to them. To her surprise she found they were all in
agreement although in hindsight it was just before Christmas and the thought of a bit
extra money was all the more tempting. So that was that and she struck a deal with the
man and things had been going fine until now.
On finishing her account Amanda looked at her shoes unable to look
Sheila in the eye.
Sheila noticed this and saw that the others were also looking extremely uneasy and
looking away from her.
"So who was this man?" Sheila asked breaking the silence.
"I have no idea,” Amanda answered looking up. Sheila could tell
she was telling the
truth and looked again at the four women. They all knew that their jobs, futures and the
possibility of a criminal record lay in Sheila’s hands. What they didn’t know, or at least
Sheila hoped they hadn’t worked out, was that if she blew the whistle on them then her
career would probably be over as well.
Sheila sat in silence and maintaining an outward appearance of composure
from one woman to the next for a good minute or so. At last she spoke. "You have a
choice ladies" she began in an authoritative voice, "I can call the police now or you can
let me deal with the matter and accept an alternative course of action." Without waiting
for Sheila to go on there was a chorus of agreement to accepting Sheila’s alternative.
"Are you sure?" Sheila asked again and for a second time got four agreements. "Very
well, Amanda stay here, the rest of you wait outside"
There were questioning looks but it seemed better than police involvement
Angela and Julie filed out of the office closing the door behind them.
Amanda looked up at Sheila with a weak smile on her face, "It’s
very good of you to
give us this chance," she said trying to be friendly.
"Don’t thank me yet," Sheila replied stoically, "you might not be so grateful later."
"What have you got in mind then?" Amanda asked uneasily.
"You’ll find out in good time," was all the answer she got.
Amanda said nothing more and Sheila decided to waste no time and
looking straight at
Amanda sternly said, "Strip."
"What," Amanda gasped not believing her ears.
"Strip." Sheila repeated slightly more forcefully.
"No way," Amanda retorted defiantly and folded her arms.
"Have it your way," Sheila sighed and reached for the phone.
"Err..Hang on" the supervisor said hastily and Sheila paused, "Do
you really mean
take off my clothes?"
"Yes" Sheila said.
"Oh, but why?"
"Because you agreed to accept my alternative," Sheila explained
her hand hovering
over the phone.
"You never said anything about stripping." She said angrily.
"You never asked." Sheila replied.
"And if I don’t you’ll call the police?" Amanda said nastily.
"Correct," Sheila confirmed.
"Isn’t there something else we can do," Amanda asked looking for a way out.
"No" Sheila replied, "Strip or I ring the Police."
You rotten bitch." Amanda said knowing she was beaten and struggling
to control her
Sheila just smiled. "O Rats" Amanda groaned and kicked off her shoes.
She was not
shy and was determined to maintain as much dignity as possible so she began to
unbutton the front of her white overall which took some time as they went all the way to
her waist. She slipped deftly out of it and allowed it to drop to the floor. This left her
clad only in her white lacy 36B bra and matching panties with of course her bakery hat
on her head. The hat was quickly pulled off to reveal her short dark hair before the
supervisor reached up and unclipped her front fasting bra. Pulling it apart her breasts
spilled out and at the same time the money she had earlier stuffed in her bra fell out.
The bra was dropped on the ground and swiftly she yanked her knickers down and
kicked them off. Not one for modesty she stood naked in front of Sheila with her hands
on her hips breasts swinging free and her neatly trimmed pubic hair on display. She
"Now what?" at Sheila.
The seated woman was a little taken aback by this but didn’t show
it and instead she
said, "Go and stand facing that wall and put you hands on your head.”
This took Amanda by surprise and caused her to blush for the first
time. It wasn’t so
many weeks earlier that she had made her own children do the same, only they were
“Find that a bit embarrassing do you?" Sheila asked sensing her discomfort.
"Yes," was all Amanda could say in reply, her defiance somewhat
dissipated, as Sheila
pointed to the wall and said, "Good."
As the naked woman shuffled across the office Sheila got up from
her chair went round
her desk and picked up the money that had fallen from Amanda’s bra. She put it on her
desk and then went over to the door. She pulled it open smartly and curtly ordered,
"Julie, come in."
At 43 Julie was the oldest of them all but at 5ft with her curly
blonde hair she was still
an attractive woman. She entered the office and Sheila closed the door behind her. As
the deputy manager returned to her seat Julie couldn’t help but notice the pile of
clothes on the floor in front of the desk. She looked round the room and with a gasp her
hand flew to her mouth as she set eyes on her supervisor’s naked form. She looked
back at Sheila eyes as wide as saucers, hand still over mouth.
"W..What tt..the?" she stammered in disbelief.
Sheila was sure she saw Amanda’s naked buttocks clench with the
humiliation of her
position and just to rub it in she said, "Tell Julie why you are like that, Amanda."
Between gritted teeth and feeling utterly ridiculous Amanda managed
to say, "This is
the alternative to the police." And then felt her face burn red.
"Not all of it, actually," Sheila corrected her, "but more of that later."
"I don’t have to do that do I," Julie asked with a flash of her
short temper, "because I
"You do unless you’d like me to call the police."
Julie seethed as she slowly looked over had the naked Amanda. "There
must be a law
against this.” She snarled turning back to Sheila, who promptly answered, "There
probably is and there most certainly is against theft."
Julie, like Amanda several minutes before her, knew she was in a
no-win situation and
grudgingly conceded, "OK you win," as she pulled her bakery hat from her head and
angrily shook her hair free. Looking down she saw Amanda’s discarded clothes close to
her feet and dropped her hat on top of them. She kicked off her shoes and left them
where they fell and then reached behind her neck. Sheila heard a zipper being pulled
down and watched with a feeling of growing power as Julie stripped in front of her. With
a considerable amount of wriggling Julie got her arms out of the sleeves before allowing
the overall/dress to fall. The 5ft tall Julie was quite broad across both the shoulders and
the hips. As a result the garment stopped at her waist and Julie had to help it over her
hips before it finally fell to the floor. Standing in front of Sheila in a light blue set of bra
and knickers Sheila noted that like Amanda, Julie’s legs were bare, no doubt due to the
heat of the bakery. Julie’s temper had deserted her as the dress came off, she had
always been self conscious about her rather plump bottom and it dawned on her that
she was going to have to display it totally in the next few minutes. She sniffed before
reaching behind her back to undo her bra. Seconds later her 34B breasts with only a
slight trace of sag were on full display as the bra dropped to the ground.
Julie froze with her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers dreading
taking them off to
reveal her backside. When she didn’t move Sheila looked up at her and said.
"I can’t take them off" Julie nearly cried.
"Amanda," Sheila called raising her voice," Tell her what happens if she doesn’t."
"You'll call the police," Amanda replied sadly still facing the wall.
Julie reluctantly slipped her knickers down and blushed as red as
a beetroot as she did
so. She stood with them round her ankles both hands covering her crotch staring at the
"Go and stand next to Amanda." Sheila ordered and watched as she
stepping out of her knickers, made her way to join her supervisor. As she turned she
gave Sheila brief glimpse of her luxuriant blonde pubic hair. By the time that she got to
the wall next to her supervisor Sheila could not fail to notice her rather plump arse.
Unbidden she put her hands on her head and stood silently. Sheila’s confidence was
growing as she got up again and headed for the door and she opened it and called the
25-year-old Anne in. Anne nervous at the best of times came in and almost immediately
spotted her colleagues. Her mouth fell wide open and she stood immobile as she took in
the sight of the naked pair.
Sheila went and perched on the end of her desk and folding her arms
looked at Anne.
"I suppose you are wondering what has happened?" she said. Anne, still bewildered,
slowly nodded. "Well, that," she explained pointing at Amanda and Julie, "is the
alternative to the police."
"Oh" was all Anne could manage in a tiny voice so Sheila continued,
"So would you be
so kind as to take off your clothes and join them."
Much to Sheila surprise Anne immediately started to unzip her overall
slowly. Sheila had expected some resistance from Anne but none was forthcoming. She
continued at this slow pace just staring to the front as the overall fell to the floor and
she stepped out of her shoes at the same time as she stepped out of the dress. This left
her 34C breasts encased in a rather matronly cotton bra, which was built for
functionality and not style. Her knickers were of a similar design, both items being in
plain white. At 4ft 6" she was the smallest of the women except for the very slightly
shorter Sheila. With trembling hands she undid her bra catch and let it slide down her
arms and drop to the ground and them pulled her knickers down and stepped out of
She turned to make her way to join the other two, but Sheila stopped
her. "Haven’t you
forgotten something?" Puzzled Anne looked up and down her naked body. "Try your
head," Sheila advised and without a pause Anne reached up and pulled off her hat. This
caused her long jet black hair to cascade down to the middle of her back as she made
her way to stand next to Amanda. Her hands went to her head without a word from
Sheila who sat on the desk and shrugged to herself. She couldn’t really believe how
little resistance Anne had put up. Saving herself another trip to the door she instead
called, "Angela get in here!"
The door slowly open and the timid trainee walked in, Sheila could
see that she was
already trembling and she didn’t even know what was happening yet. As she pushed the
door shut behind her, she set eyes on the considerable mound of clothes in front of
Sheila’s desk. She looked up at Sheila and asked, "Whose are those?"
Sheila said nothing but pointed in the direction of the others.
Angela looked to where
her boss was pointing and gasped in horror at the sight that greeted her. Wildly she
looked back at Sheila with wide questioning eyes. " Its the alternative to the police,"
Sheila explained repeating herself yet again.
"O my god" the shocked 19-year-old managed to say and then it hit her.
"I don’t have to do that, do I?" she asked desperately.
"It’s that or the police." Sheila said glad that she was the last;
things were starting to
get somewhat repetitive.
"No way," Angela snapped close to tears.
"I really think you should," Sheila suggested, "think of the others.
But Angela was adamant, "I’m keeping my clothes on" she announced
and folded her
arms. At the same time she began to pout. Sheila could see she wasn’t going to
co-operate and was about to threaten her with the police when Amanda spoke up,
"Angela, you’ve got to do it, we have."
"I can’t" Angela pleaded still close to tears.
"Angela, if you don’t we are all in even bigger trouble." Amanda
explained still facing
the wall hands on head.
"I’m not" the six foot tall girl snapped.
"If you don’t get those clothes off," Angela suddenly hissed in
a menacing voice, " I
will personally strip you." Which caused Angela to look round at her supervisor in
wide-eyed amazement. Not believing what she had just heard she could only manage to
stammer, "You wouldn’t?"
"I would." Came the reply.
Angela looked back at Sheila who added, "I would do as she says."
And then watched
as Angela churned the options over in her mind. Finally she concluded like the others
before her, that she had no real choice. "OK" she whispered in defeat and reached
down to remove her shoes. The hat followed allowing her shoulder length blonde hair to
fall free. Sheila could tell she was extremely self-conscious as painfully slowly she
fumbled to unzip her dress. For a moment Sheila felt a tinge of sympathy for her, but
then reminded herself that Angela was as guilty as the rest of them.
At long last she managed to undo the dress and allow it to fall
to the floor. It passed
easily over her boyish hips to show off a pair of white cotton panties and a white bra,
which contained her small breasts. At this point she started to become agitated and
reached behind her to undo her bra but then dropped her hands to her sides and quickly
said, "Please let me keep my underwear."
"No" Sheila replied firmly.
"Oh please" Angela begged wringing her hands together tears in her eyes.
"Angela!" came the stern voice of Amanda from across the room.
The blonde sniffed to herself and hurriedly undid her bra and let
it drop away before
immediately covering her cheat. She wasn’t quite fast enough to prevent Sheila from
seeing what she was trying to hide. A glance to the floor at Angela’s feet confirmed it
for Sheila as she saw that the girls discarded bra was padded. Angela was in fact
completely flat chested!
"And the knickers" Sheila ordered with a knowing smile and then
watched as the
desperate trainee wriggled her knickers down whilst still trying to cover her chest. As
they came down Sheila got another surprise as she saw that Angela had a shaven
crotch. At last she was naked and stood trying to cover herself until Sheila said, "Go
and join the others." And she scurried to join them. "Hands!" Sheila called out when
Angela’s hands remained in front of her and slowly they were placed on her head.
Sheila looked at the four naked women stood up against the wall of the office with their
hands on their heads. She smiled to herself as she realized she was enjoying the
embarrassment of the bakery women.
"I suppose you want to know what happens next?" she said continuing
them and in reply received mumbled reply’s indicating that they would. Standing as
they were, the four naked women were dreading what was going to happen but they
consoled themselves with the thought that it was better than the police or at least they
hoped it was! "Well, I’ll tell you in a moment," Sheila told them as she opened the
bottom draw of her desk and rummaged around in it for a few seconds before locating
what she was looking for. She pulled out a roll of brown parcel tape out and then pushed
her chair back and stood up all in one movement before going round her desk and over
to the women.
She stopped behind Amanda and putting her mouth close to the supervisor’s
"Since you are the ringleader in all of this, I think you should have a little handicap."
Amanda didn’t reply but just stood there motionless. "Put your hands behind your
back." Sheila ordered and slowly Amanda did as she was told.
Sheila pulled a long length of the tape and crossing Amanda’s wrists
then proceeded to
bind them together. She used a large amount of the tape and when she was satisfied
that Amanda was well bound she snapped off the tape and set off back to her desk. She
sat down and was just about to inform the women as to what she intended them to do
when the door to her office flew open and in walked Martin Clark her boss.
"Sheila, I’m glad your still here," he began briskly, " I’ve got
thi…….What the?" He
then exclaimed as he saw four naked women standing against his deputy’s office wall.
Fortunately he was a man not easily flustered and he quickly regained his calm, which
was about the same time as three of the women screamed and tried to cover
themselves as they desperately pressed up against the wall. Amanda hands tied just
screamed. Sheila’s heart missed a beat when he appeared but she was also one not to
panic and she quickly moved to regain the upper hand.
"Shut up and stand still" she shouted at them, "and get those hands
back on your
heads," and then added as an after thought, " Those of you that can."
"Can I have a word outside, Martin?" she said rising from her chair again.
"I think we’d better." Martin replied grimly and led the way out
of the office. Sheila
followed, noting that the women had returned to their previous positions and closed the
door behind her. Turning to Martin she said, "I can explain."
"Go on." Martin replied leaning on the wall of the corridor and
folding his arms, the
sight of what he had just seen firmly etched in his mind. Sheila, who decided the only
way forward was to tell the truth, then nervously went on to tell him what had happened
only she altered the story to say that she had done what she had done to protect the
good name of the store instead of saving her career. As she finished Martin leant back
and sighed, he was no idiot and knew exactly why Sheila hadn’t called the police.
"You didn’t call the police, because you were more worried about
your career?" he said
in a matter of fact voice. Sheila’s stammered denial and red face confirmed it for him.
"You’d have done the same think in my shoes," she blurted.
"What,? Strip my bakery staff naked and then…. anyhow what were
you going to make
them do?" he finished suddenly curious.
" I was going to kick them out of the store like they are now,"
sheepishly before going on to explain the rest of her plan for them.
"Right" Martin said rather amazed that his deputy could come up
with something like
"But I suppose that’s all out the window" Sheila continued and turned
office door. "I’ll go and tell them to get dressed."
"Hang on a minute." Martin said quickly causing Sheila to stop,
her hand on the
doorknob. She turned back to him. Martin was a quick thinker and what Sheila had
proposed quite appealed to him. There was also the fact that things had gone too far
down the line now, explaining the dishonest dealings of the bakery staff would be
difficult enough but the fact that the deputy manager had made them strip naked and
proposed to further humiliate them would be virtually impossible to get away with.
"We’ll go with your plan" he announced to Sheila, "but there will be one change."
"What’s that?" Sheila asked.
"You go and tell them what is expected of them and I’ll join you
in a minute" Martin
replied without answering the question and promptly strode off down the corridor.
Sheila shrugged to herself and went back into the office. The naked four hadn’t moved
whilst she had been out but all noticeably flinched as she re-entered the room. Sheila
glanced at them and then returned to the chair behind her desk. She paused a moment
before saying, "Turn round and face me." and then watched as the women did so.
Angela tried to cover her chest with her arms.
"Keep your hands on your head, Angela," Sheila rebuked her and the
shot back on her head. "Right then," Sheila began leaning back in the chair and
looking at the four bakery staff, "I’ve had a chat with Martin and he’s quite happy with
what I am proposing." Sheila noticed the four women’s shoulders slump slightly, and
rightly suspected that they had all been thinking that Martin’s intervention meant they
could all get dressed and go home.
Sheila was about to continue when Martin opened the door and entered.
"Don’t move ladies," he announced pre-empting any attempts of the
women to hide
themselves from his gaze. Sheila noticed her was carrying a long handle brush,
obviously obtained from the cleaners cupboard at the end of the corridor. She looked at
him quizzically but he just said, "Don’t let me interrupt." and wandered over to the
opposite side of the room to the naked women. They all blushed even more as they felt
his gaze upon them.
"As I have said," Sheila went on, " Martin is fully aware of the
situation and therefore
I will come straight to the point and tell you what I intend for you to do instead of me
calling the police.
"Isn’t this enough," the blond Julie asked in a small voice.
"No it is not," Sheila snapped back, "Remember, you agreed to this
or we could still
call the police. Julie didn’t reply. "Right then, this is what is going to happen," Sheila
announced taking on a stern voice, "In a minute we are going to leave this office, you
four without your clothes, and I’ll take you down to the side exit. From there your going
to leave and make your way across the business park to our rival over the other side
"You’re joking" Amanda gasped the first of the four to realize what
they were going to
have to do. She like all the women knew the layout of the business park. Their store
was at one end of the site and their rival was right at the other side. In between there
were numerous other stores and of course being an out of town site there were huge
open car parks. Amanda reckoned from one store to the other it must be nearly a mile
and a half.
"I’m not joking," Sheila continued, "and once there I want you each
to bring a trolley
back here with you.
"No!" Anne cried in horror.
"Yes," Sheila replied sternly, "or I call the police."
Anne said nothing.
"What about my hands" Amanda complained, " I can’t push a trolley
like this" and
pulled on her bound hands.
"We’ll find some rope" Sheila explained, " and you can pull one
back and I should also
point out that this is a team effort, so you all have to get back or none of you get your
clothes back. In fact you won’t even get into the store."
"That’s not fair." Julie said nervously.
"No it isn’t," Sheila agreed, " But you don’t have much choice."
Silence greeted this last comment broken only when Martin said,
"Can I say a few
"By all means" Sheila replied graciously.
"Thanks," Martin said and then went on, "Firstly I have to say how
disappointed I am
in you all, both in your dishonesty and also in the way you have deceived Sheila. Also I
think you are very lucky that Sheila has given you this chance to avoid the police and
almost certain prosecution so I suggest you take it however embarrassing it may be."
At this point he paused and looked at the four women, none of whom could look their
manager in the face as he lectured them.
"Actually, he continued, " I was considering sending you on one
of those team building
exercises that head office are so keen on but Sheila seems to have devised one for you.
I’m sure our accounts department would be delighted at the cost saving if we could tell
Sheila smiled, the others didn’t.
"However," Martin continued, " As far as company policy is concerned,
has done here is well beyond the bounds of acceptability. Sheila suddenly looked
startled and the four women looked up , "but you are all far too deep in this now so you
four will still do what Sheila has proposed but in view of her overstepping her authority
she will be joining you.”
"What!" Sheila nearly choked.
"You heard," Martin addressed her, "whilst I agree with not involving
the police this is
going a bit far. I also don’t have to remind you that this supermarket believes in its
management leading by example, so now is your chance.”
"I’ll do no such thing." Sheila almost squeaked noticing that the
four bakery staffs
were all grinning despite their own predicament. Their boss had got her comeuppance.
Martin put his hands on the desk and looked directly at the still seated Sheila. "You
will or I’ll call the police." he said smiling.
"It will look bad on you," she tried to argue.
"It will look worse on you and what about these four."
"Come and join the party," Amanda called out none too pleasantly.
Sheila stared at the desk in front of her.
"Well," Martin asked reaching for the phone.
"Ok Ok," Sheila conceded and stood up.
"Come round the front where we can see you " Martin told her with
a smile and
despondently Sheila did so. Martin took over her recently vacated chair and leaning
back he said "Lose the clothes."
Sheila didn’t know where to look, five minutes ago she had been
telling the four other
women what humiliating things she had decided they were to do yet now she was going
to have to take part herself. She began to wonder if calling the police might not have
been such a bad idea.
Sullenly Sheila kicked off her shoes well aware that the women she
had made strip
were enjoying every minute of her unexpected embarrassment. Her black knee length
skirt was next as she undid it and allowed it to slide to the floor to reveal a black lacy
half-slip. Without stepping out of her skirt she started to unbutton her light pink blouse
although this proved a little difficult due to her trembling fingers. She finally succeeded
and after undoing the cuffs took it off to reveal a well-built bra that was doing a
reasonable job of containing her 36DD breasts. She dropped the blouse next to her
before reaching behind her to unclip her bra. This again proved to be a struggle and in
the end Anne stepped forward and deftly released it for her. This took Sheila by
surprise and the bra whipped round causing her breasts to burst free of their
"Oh," she cried as she made a brief attempt to cover her modesty
and then realized it
was a waste of time and instead slid her bra off. As she dropped it next to her she could
see out of the corner of her eye the four bakery staff were enjoying her strip. A quick
glance at Martin saw him looking at her breasts and she felt her face turn bright red
with shame. Standing there stripped to the waist was not her idea of fun but things were
going to get worse. Taking a deep breath she put her thumb in the elasticized waist of
her slip and in a quick move thrust it down to her knees at which point she released it
so it fell to the floor.
There was a brief murmur of surprise before Amada asked in a smug
voice, "What no
"Er no," Sheila tried to explain.
"Forget to put them on," Anne asked joining in.
"I don’t often wear them," Sheila said in a quiet voice.
Martin stared at his deputy manager standing in front of him clad
only in a pair of hold
up stockings. There was more to her than met the eye. He realized he was staring and
snapping out of it said, "Lose the stockings."
Sheila peeled them down to leave her stark naked. Not wishing to
remain the center of
attention any longer than possible Sheila said, "Shall we get on with it then?"
"In a minute," Martin answered rising to his feet, "Amanda has a
handicap so its only
fair that you do too."
Sheila groaned and asked, "Like what?"
He then, without answering, picked up the tape that Sheila had earlier
used on Amanda
and went over to where he had lent the broom handle against the wall.
"What are you going to do?" Sheila asked nervously as he approached her.
"Just do as you are told." Martin replied. He them put the broom
across the back of Sheila’s neck and told her to hold both ends of it with her hands.
Then using copious amounts of the tape he firmly wrapped it around her hands until it
was impossible for her to let go. Standing back he admired his handiwork, the
large-chested Sheila looked like she was wearing a sort of yoke.
"Don’t do this to me," Sheila begged desperately knowing what was coming next.
"Too late," Martin informed her, "besides I expect my Managers to
be able to
overcome any adversity, consider it a challenge. Martin looked at his watch, "Half past
ten," he announced looking up at the women and then with a big grin said, "Time to
Greeted with a chorus of groans and pleas to let them off, he eventually
had to resort to
holding his had up to gain their attention. "There is no going back now," he informed
them and strolled over to the door. Pulling it open he said, "Lets go" and watched as
the naked women dejectedly filed out. Sheila was last and had to turn sideways to get
through the opening, her hands taped to the broom. Michael followed her out and
couldn’t resist a slap across her naked buttocks, which caused Sheila to squeal in
"Down to the side exit" he called after Amanda who was leading the
procession. Amanda nodded in acknowledgement and kept going not really accustomed
to the feeling of her breasts swinging freely but unable to do anything about it due to
her bound hands. Behind her followed a still mortified Angela, her secrets discovered
she had one arm across her flat chest and the other hand covered her shaven crotch.
Julie followed and walked with her arms by her side, despite her own nakedness she
couldn’t help but feel sorry for the 19 year old in front of her. Anne was behind her
arms crossed tightly across her chest and looking at the ground. She wanted to get the
ordeal over as soon as possible and feel clothes on her body once more. For Sheila
bringing up the rear it was a nightmare. She had got them all into this situation and as
she struggled along behind the other four, hands bound wide, she was horrified to find
that her pendulous 36DD breasts had taken on a life of their own and were swaying
around in all directions. Her face went bright red as she realized that Martin was
watching her very closely.
The procession continued on until they reached the exit where they
produced a bunch of keys and selecting one unlocking the door. "Everybody clear on
what is required?" he asked grinning. There were a few murmurs before he added,
"Just remember, you won’t get back in unless there are five of you with five trolleys."
Another round of groans inured as the women realized they were really going to have to
"I also expect you two to remain bound as you are," he finished
addressing Sheila and
He studied the women for a few seconds before saying, "Off you go
then," and watched
in delight as all five nervously exited the building directly into the car park. Sheila
brought up the rear once again and as soon as she was through the door Martin pulled
it shut and promptly locked it.
Fortunately for the naked women it was fairly dark and most of the
lights of the store
were not on but even so they all felt vulnerable. Amanda scurried over and hid behind
one of the few remaining parked cars. The other four followed, resulting in some
bumping and jostling as they crashed into each other.
"Ow," cried Julie as someone stood on her foot.
"Shut up", Amanda hissed not wanting to attract attention.
Julie discovering that Sheila was the one who had trod on her slapped
woman across her face.
"Argh" Sheila cried her eyes watering.
"Be quiet" Amanda whispered, "Do you want us to be caught."
"Sorry," Julie apologized, " it was this stupid bitch’s fault."
"I’m sorry," Sheila said in a small voice.
"I see," Amanda, replied, "slap her for me will you."
Julie promptly did so, this time on the other cheek.
As her head cleared Sheila heard Amanda say, "That’s for getting
us into this mess."
"I’m sorry," was all she could say.
Amanda ignored her and looked out over the car bonnet. "The coast
is clear," she
announced, Lets go."
“Do we have to?" Angela wailed still trying to cover herself. "What
do you think,"
Julie hissed from behind her.
Amanda despite her bound hands took the lead and came out from their
hiding place and set off across the car park. Even in daylight and full of cars the car
parks were vast but in the gathering gloom to the naked women they seemed huge. One
minor consolation was that occasionally small grassy islands broke up the monotony of
car parking spaces, complete with a few bushes. No doubt the planners had thought it
would be a nice touch. Dotted about the car parks these provided the only cover there
was. So, Amanda naturally led the way to the nearest island and its scant protection.
Rather alarmingly there were a few cars still dotted about and the women couldn’t help
but wonder where the occupants were.
Amanda arrived first at the island and crouched close to a small
shrub.. Seconds later
the rest of the bakery staff caught up and huddled around her as Sheila brought up the
rear somewhat impeded by her yoke. As soon as she arrived Amanda and the other 3
set off again so she had no alternative but to keep going. This went on until they were
about half way there by which time Sheila was lagging some way behind. Stopping for
longer than usual to give them all chance to get their breath Amanda realized this when
the gasping Sheila arrived some time after the rest of them. Amanda would have quite
happily left Sheila behind, blaming her for the situation they were in but Martin had
made it clear that all five of them had to return or they wouldn’t get back into the store.
Amanda wasn’t completely convinced Martin would actually leave them naked outside
but she had no intention of finding out the hard way. Cursing to herself that her hands
were fastened behind her she told Angela to break a branch off of the small tree they
were hiding behind.
" Why?" Angela asked as she did so.
"Because," Amanda explained, "I’m putting you in charge of that
big titted cow," and
nodded in Sheila’s direction. "I want you to use that stick on her if she starts lagging
"O right," the normally shy Angela smiled, she was going to relish
her new assignment.
Two minutes later Amanda led the way once more from their hiding place and naked
feet slapping on the tarmac went in the direction of the next island. Sheila who had sunk
to her knees whilst regaining her breath was a little slow to return her feet and was
assisted by Angela applying the stick across her naked backside.
"Ow," she cried but ran after the others rather than complain too
followed behind, and being younger, fitter and not impeded easily kept up. At frequent
intervals she applied her stick to various parts of her anatomy. Sheila managed to grit
her teeth and keep going.
50 yards away from their next haven they were suddenly startled
by the sound of a car
engine and looked round to see a car speeding into the far end of the car park.
Although it was some distance away they wasted no time in dashing the last few yards
to their new hiding place. Sheila on this occasion had no need of Amanda’s
encouragement and was hard on the heels of the rest.
Crouching down behind the shrubs, which fortunately were somewhat
larger than those
at some of their previous stopping off points, they watched in growing horror as the car
headed in their direction at some considerable speed. As it approached a feeling of
horror washed over the 5 women as they all began to wonder if they had been
discovered. At the last minute, however the car turned sharply and pulled up on the
other side of the women’s hiding place. They all tried to crouch down as low as possible
and held their breaths as the car engine was turned off. This was immediately replaced
by the sound of voices and then a car door opened and at least one of the occupants got
"Did you like that then?" a young male voice enquired jovially.
"You’re an idiot," a female voice replied angrily.
The conversation continued and it quickly became apparent that in
front of the women
there was as young boy racer type trying to impress his girlfriend. Unfortunately the
girlfriend was unimpressed by his driving. It was then that Amanda who was still trying
to make herself as small as possible noticed that Julie was trying to look round the
bush to see what was occurring on the other side.
"What are you doing," Amanda hissed fearful that Julie would get
Julie did not reply but peeked from her hiding place and then suddenly made a small
gasp and slumped back onto her knees.
"What?" Amanda whispered.
"Its my daughter," Julie hissed in despair. She thought the female
voice had seemed
familiar and a careful look between two shrubs had confirmed her worst fears. She had
seen her daughter, illuminated by the car headlights, in a heated discussion with some
youth whom she didn’t recognize. Cowering naked the thought of being discovered by
her 18-year-old daughter was one too terrible to contemplate and she began to
The argument came to an abrupt end when the youth stormed back to
his car and with a
screech of tires departed leaving Julie’s daughter standing in the car park. She hurled a
mouthful of abuse after the car, language, which her mother had never heard her use
before. Then she stood motionless for a minute, obviously thinking about what to do
next before turning and walking in the direction of the women.
Clearly she had decided to walk home and she skirted round the island
and headed off
across the car park. The woman crouched in near terror, particularly Julie as they
heard her footsteps approach, then pass by them and start to recede. Sighs of relief
were about to be let out when the footsteps abruptly stopped. Some of the cowering
women looked up to see that she had stopped, still with her back to them and was
rummaging in her pocket. By now their eyes had adjusted to the dark and they could
see as she produced a packet of cigarettes from her pocket. Julie managed to pluck up
the courage to look up at this point and got another shock in that she didn’t realize her
daughter smoked. The girl struck a match, which promptly went out in the light breeze
that was blowing. She tried twice more and failed again before she turned round to get
her back to the direction of the wind. As she did this the women all ducked down again,
in fact there were virtually lying down by now, pressing down onto either the small
amount of grass by the bushes or the tarmac of the car part. Nipples already erect due
to the effects of the cool breeze rubbed painfully on the tarmac. This was the least of
their worries at that moment as the girl finally succeeded in lighting her cigarette. She
took a long drag on it and looked up her eyes now also becoming accustomed to the
gloom. Her eyes opened wide and the cigarette fell out of her mouth as she took in the
sight in front of her. Not sure what to make of it she stood rooted to the spot for several
moments before taking cautious steps towards what looked to her like naked people.
"Run" Amanda yelled, struggling to her feet realizing they had been
others need no encouragement, especially Julie, who ran past her daughter with her
hands over her face and was soon leading the women, desperate as she was to get
away. Before Julie’s daughter knew what was happening the woman had gone and were
running across the car park. She looked after them and shrugged in disbelief, not quite
sure if she was dreaming. Then, remembering her cigarette she searched around her
feet until she located it, picking it up she took a long drag before slowly walking in the
direction of her home. As she walked she couldn’t help thinking one of the women
seemed strangely familiar.
The five women ran on until they reached their goal, the store on
the other side of the
estate. They threw caution to the wind and carried on, naked feet slapping on tarmac
and breasts swinging around wildly. It was Angela who arrived first and crouched down
by a line of shopping trolleys, having dropped her stick and abandoned the idea of
making Sheila keep up. Anne was not far behind her and seconds later Julie arrived. All
were out breath after their high-speed dash and it was sometime before Amanda, hands
bound arrived and joined them. There was an even longer wait for Sheila complete with
her broom to turn up but she finally made it panting heavily. All five then remained
where they were while they fully regained their breath. A slight feeling of elation that
they had made it was soon tempered by the realization that they still had to make their
way back again, this time with a trolley each.
"Shit" Amanda suddenly said out loud, "How do I get a trolley back
with my hands
behind my back."
She glared at Sheila, "You said you’d get me some rope," she said
recalling an earlier
conversation in Sheila’s office.
"Sorry, I forgot," Sheila replied, sarcastically, " I must have
had other things on my
"Don’t get clever with me," Amanda snapped angrily, "this is all
your fault, don’t
"You started it selling the bread," Sheila answered nastily.
Amanda didn’t say anything but instead stood up and kicked, the
between her breasts, causing her to topple over.
Sheila cried as she fell over, but none of the others came to her
aid as she struggled
back up, they all blamed her for their predicament as well.
Amanda started to calm down again as Anne said, "There is a builders
over there, perhaps there is some rope in it."
"Good idea," Amanda agreed, "Go and look."
The remaining four stayed where they were as Anne trotted over to
the skip and
peered over the edge. They watched as she reached in and poked about before
retrieving something. A couple of minutes late she came back with various bits of rope
and string, but to the puzzlement of the waiting four she also looked like she was
carrying a tin of paint.
"What’s that?" Julie asked as Anne put the tin down and dropped
the string and rope
next to it.
"Its a tin of that thick black gooey stuff you use on roofs," Anne
explained, "I can’t
remember what you call it.
"What fucking use is that?" Sheila asked still disgruntled, "Just get the rope."
The normally placid Anne like the others had become steadily more
Sheila and when she had looked in the skip and seen the half used tin with a brush
sticking in it an evil thought struck her. "I’ll show you what use it is," she announced
picking up the tin and marching over to the kneeling Sheila.
She reached in and carefully extracted the brush as Sheila squealed,
"What are you
"I’ll show you," Anne replied and promptly slapped a brush load
of the black goo on
Sheila’s ample chest.
"Noooooo." Sheila cried as she felt the brush between her breasts.
She tried to get up
and move away but Anne was too quick for her. She put the tin down and grabbed
Sheila by the hair making sure she couldn’t get up. Then, with a big grin on a face she
proceeded to brush the thick black paint all over Sheila’s breasts.
The other three watched in amazement, more at the fact that it was
the normally shy
Anne who humiliating Sheila rather than what she was actually doing.
"Shut up and don’t move" Anne snapped as Sheila continued to struggle,
"or I’ll tip it
over your head."
This caused Sheila to remain still; she hung her head and watched
in despair as Anne
applied the thick paint to her bosom. When she decided she had finished Anne dropped
the paintbrush back in the tin and said, "That’s for getting us into this mess."
Sheila just sniffed in reply.
Let me have a go," Julie said gleefully getting to her feet which
caused Sheila to look
up in horror and silently mouth, "No."
In a flash Julie was by Sheila’s side and reaching for the brush,
"Stand up" she ordered
to which Sheila begged, "Please, no more."
Julie didn’t bother to reply, instead she unceremoniously hauled
the wretched Sheila to
her feet by her hair.
"Don’t do this," Sheila continued to plead as Julie held the brush
up in front of her, "I
wouldn’t miss this for the world, Honey" she grinned before wiping the laden brush
between Sheila’s legs.
The deputy manager was humiliated beyond belief as she felt the
brush applied to her
most intimate parts. Julie made sure copious quantities were used and preceded to
work them in well before turning Sheila round and finishing off by painting her
"Very smart," she said as she finished and stood back to admire
her handiwork. She
was about to put the brush down when Angela bounded over announcing, "My turn, my
So Julie carefully handed her the brush, avoiding getting any of
the goo on their hands.
Angela wasted no time and promptly started to apply the paint to Sheila’s left hand and
then work her way up her arm across her shoulders and down her right arm to her right
hand. Still bound to the broom Sheila was helpless and stood in silence as Angela went
about her work. She didn’t even resist when Angela came round to face her and
carefully applied a small amount of paint to each cheek.
Giggling Angela looked at Sheila and then dropped the paintbrush
back in the tin.
Amanda once again wished her hands were not bound so she could have joined in.
"Lets get ready to go back," she called out, snapping them all back to the reality of
They still had the 11/2-mile journey back to their own store to
make, this time with a
shopping trolley each. As quietly as they could Anne and Julie extracted 5 trolleys from
where they were stored whilst Angela tied the rope and string together to enable the
bound women to pull their trolleys.
"Don’t do one for Amanda," Julie said when she saw what Angela was
doing, I’ll push
Amanda’s for her."
Sheila looked up at this but her hopes were dashed when Julie went
on to add, "But
that cow can tow her own.”
A few minutes later they were ready to depart and out of pure devilment
Sheila’ protests Angela tied the rope to one of the trolleys and then fastened it around
the deputy manager’s left ankle.
"This will make it very hard for me" Sheila tried to explain but
all Angela said in reply
as she stood up was, "I know."
"Time to go," Amanda announced, "and was about to set off when Anne
on a minute, I’ve just had another idea." And without waiting for a reply she ran over to
the skip again and within a few seconds pulled out a half full black bin bag. She then
went over to Sheila who was unable to react before the contents of the bag were
emptied over her head. The bag contained sawdust and wood chipping, which promptly
stuck to all the areas of Sheila’s body that had previously been painted including her
cheeks. Just for good measure Anne then bent down and picked up some of the sawdust
that had made it to the ground and threw it at the parts of Sheila that had got missed.
Sheila had never felt so humiliated in her life.
The other four laughed as Amanda began to lead them back to their
own store. Sheila
once again brought up the rear walking with a sort of limp, as the trolley careered along
wildly behind her. Progress was slow but it was later and darker now so they weren’t so
bothered about been seen and as a result didn’t bother about the islands. The return
journey was uneventful, or at least as uneventful as it could be for five naked women
pushing supermarket trolleys. Their hearts were in their mouths as the trolleys rattled
along and they were sure that they had the noisiest trolleys in the world. If it was bad
for the four bakery staff it was twice as bad for their deputy manager. She struggled
along with her trolley weaving madly behind her as she tried to keep up with the rest of
them; but, it was impossible and she gradually dropped behind. The others didn’t notice
this as they were more intent on getting their ordeal over and it was only when they
arrived back at their own store, much to their relief, that they realized Sheila was no
longer with them.
As they stood waiting for her to catch up Martin appeared and opened
the door. They
tried to enter but he reminded them that all five had to be present before they would be
allowed back in. so they waited impatiently for the somewhat handicapped Sheila to
appear. Whilst they waited once again they became conscious of their nakedness and
started to hide themselves from Martin’s gaze. Angela with her flat chest and shaven
crotch was particularly aware of this and tried to hide herself behind the other three.
Julie took the opportunity to untape Amanda’s hands and the bakery supervisor stood
there flexing her arms as they all began to wonder where Sheila had got to and after
five minutes their concerns began to grow.
"Where the hell is she?" Julie asked growing impatient and after
another two minutes
Martin suggested they might like to go and look for her and to emphasize the point he
returned inside the store and locked the doors again.
Cursing the four women retraced their steps and it wasn’t many minutes
found the hapless Sheila on her knees desperately trying to right her upturned trolley
which had capsized when it had got stuck in a drain cover.
"Thank God you’re here," she said panting from her exertions as
she saw the four
approach her. Instead of helping the struggling woman Amanda walked over to her and
slapped her across the face.
"Ow" Sheila cried.
"That’s because I wasn’t able to do it earlier," she explained.
Julie was about to drag the deputy manager to her feet by her hair
when a voice caused
her heart to miss a beat, "Evening mother."
Julie whirled round to find that her daughter had appeared from
behind one of the
islands that had previously sheltered the naked women and was standing about 10 feet
away from them with her hands on her hips. Following her previous encounter Julie’s
daughter, whose name was Belinda, had actually set off for home, but couldn’t get the
event she had witnessed out of her mind. She didn’t get very far before she decided to
wait and see if anything further would happen. Twenty minutes later as she stood
behind one of the shrubs she heard a rattling of trolleys and a cautious peek enabled
her to see four naked women walking past. She was about to follow them when she
heard another trolley and was amazed to see a fifth woman strangely bound dragging a
trolley fastened to her ankle. As she watched the trolley got stuck in a drain cover and
fell over. Lighting another cigarette she watched from her hiding place to see what
would transpire. She had to wait some time and had long since finished her cigarette
when the four women reappeared, still completely naked although she noted that none
of them now had bound hands. But what she did notice with a start as they passed close
by her hiding place was that the one who had seemed strangely familiar was in fact her
The feeling of shock quickly passed, as she thought how she could
turn this unexpected
situation to her advantage. Belinda had clashed with her mother over virtually
everything in the last few months, which had resulted in her social life being severely
restricted, but now she saw the possibility of being able to gain the upper hand. Without
further ado she came out from her hiding place and stood behind the women.
"Sorry I didn’t recognize you earlier, mother " she laughed sarcastically,
"It might be
something to do with your lack of clothes. She watched in delight as her mother tried to
cover herself absolutely mortified to be caught like this by her own daughter.
"Oh my God," Julie moaned to herself as Belinda casually walked
over to her and
ignoring the other four said, "Perhaps you could tell me what you are actually doing."
"Its none of your business" Julie answered in a whisper unable to
look her daughter in
"Well it is now" Belinda replied nastily, " or I can make it Dad’s business as well."
"Nooo" Julie moaned as the other four watched, feeling pity for
Julie but unable to do
anything to help her.
"Well tell me what’s going on then," Belinda insisted, so Julie
with no other choice told
her what had been going on. Belinda laughed as Julie told her the story and upon its
completion smiled and said, "Don’t worry Mum, do as I say for a while and it can be
Julie didn’t like the sound of that, it sounded like blackmail but
was unable to say
anything before her daughter added, "Well don’t let me keep you any longer," and
then added, "Its been nice to see you all or should I say all of you."
Belinda laughed, nobody else did as Angela and Anne freed Sheila’s
trolley and they
trudged past a triumphant teenager and made their way to the store.
On arrival Martin was waiting and asked where they had been. Julie
said nothing about
her daughter and the others decided not to either. The four bakery staff entered the
store as Martin told them their clothes were still in Sheila’s office. They hurriedly made
their way there as Martin went to release Sheila from her bonds. When he saw the
state she was in he laughed.
"I take it you weren’t too popular then?"
"No" Sheila replied glumly.
Martin untied her ankle from the trolley and then said, "You’re
not coming back into
the store in that state; I’ll go and fetch your clothes."
Are you not going to untie me first?" Sheila wailed.
"When I get back," he replied as he closed the door behind him leaving
By the time Martin got to the office the others were virtually dressed.
"What did you
do to her?" he asked.
"Just getting a little revenge," Amanda answered.
"I see," Martin said as he gathered up Sheila’s belonging and left again.
When he got back he opened the door and went outside. He put her
clothes on the
ground and untied Sheila with some difficulty before saying "Goodnight," and went
back into the store.
The still naked Sheila flexed her arms and looked in despair at
the black goo on her
body, she hoped it would wash off. She realized there was nothing she could do about it
there and then and was just contemplating which clothes to put on and almost certainly
ruin when the four women came around the corner of the building having left the store
through a different door. On seeing Sheila Amanda and Anne marched up to her and
before the deputy manager realized what was happening they had picked up her
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously.
"We’ll keep these," Amanda announced and reaching into one of Sheila’s
pockets she threw a bunch of keys, which landed at the managers feet.
"Please" Sheila begged but to no avail as the four walked off, all
but Julie laughed, she
had other things on her mind…..
Sheila shivered as another gust of wind blew and scattered the leaves
she had just
swept off the path back from where they had come. She looked at the house and was
startled to see there were now three people watching her out of the window. Shivering
as another cold gust blew cross her naked body she started once again to brush up the
In the warmth of the lounge stood Martin and another man in his
late fifties. They had
just been joined by a tall and elegant woman of slightly younger age who was his wife.
"Is this the one you were telling me about, dear" the woman enquired of her husband.
"Yes, that’s her," the man replied.
"Yes Martin added, " Unfortunately for her she didn’t know that
I was friends with
The woman smiled, "Yes, being friends with the chief accountant
can have its
"Indeed" Martin agreed turning his gaze back to the naked Sheila
toiling in the
Being old friends of Henry Cain had proved useful in the past but
none more so than
now. The day after the event he had told Henry the whole story and asked him to lose
the excess flour somewhere in the accounts. Henry had done so but they had hatched a
little scheme to have some fun at Sheila’s expense. In return for getting her off the
hook Sheila now found herself sweeping the paths in Henry’s somewhat enormous
"I’ll go and make dinner," Mrs. Cain announced and without waiting
for an answer
headed off to the kitchen. The two men remained watching Sheila’s futile attempt to
sweep up the leaves.
"Do you think she knows you’d have adjusted the accounts without
having to go out
there" Martin asked.
"I shouldn’t think so," Henry replied, "Besides what’s she like at her job?"
"Very good, actually," Martin answered, "she should go far in this company."
"Glad to hear it as he turned his attention to Sheila again and
in particular her large
breasts which were swinging around as she brushed.
At this point Mrs. Cain came back with a worried look on her face.
"Darling," she said,
wringing her hands, " I’m afraid I forgot to take the steak out of the freezer."
"O dear," her husband answered, "Martin we’ll have to eat out."
"Fine by me," Martin answered, "What about Sheila."
"I think you’d better keep her company," Henry said looking at his nervous wife.
She mumbled a," Yes dear, I’m sorry." and with head bowed left the room.
Martin said nothing and the general chitchat continued for about
five minutes until
Martin’s jaw dropped in amazement. As he was watching Sheila he suddenly saw Mrs.
Cain walking across the lawn to her clutching a broom. She was totally naked as well
and Martin had to concede that she was just as elegant without her clothes!
"She won’t forget to take things out of the freezer again" Henry laughed reading
Martin’s thoughts. "Anyway I know a great little restaurant, so I’ll just lock the back
door and we’ll be on our way.
A few hours later in another part of town a woman walked back to
her car from a corner
"Have you got my cigarettes" Belinda asked smiling evilly as Julie
got back into the
"Yes" Julie replied between clenched teeth and handed her the packet,
"they are no
good for you."
"Don’t lecture me."
"Right then take me to the car park behind John Paul’s night club."
"Because if you don’t, I’ll tell Dad what you’ve been up to last week.
Julie said nothing and started the car engine. A few minutes later
they arrived at the
car park. Belinda immediately ordered her mother out of the car and went round and
opened the boot.
"Take off your clothes and put them in here" she snapped at Julie.
"You’ve got to be joking," her mother gasped in astonishment.
"No I’m not," Julie replied, "get them off."
"Well in that case I’ll just have to tell Dad how I found you running
round a car park
stark naked so you could avoid getting into trouble with the police."
Julie gulped and bent down to remove her shoes, things had got totally
out of hand.
A short time later a gloating Belinda watched as Julie sullenly deposited her knickers,
her last item of clothing in the boot. Belinda pushed her out of the way and slammed the
boot shut before locking the rest of the car. She then turned to her mother who was
desperately trying to cover herself and said, "I should be back in about three hours,"
and then added, "Unless I meet a nice bloke that is and then it will be tomorrow
Julie looked in despair at her errant daughter and was rewarded
with having cigarette
smoke blown in her face.
"Please" she begged but in response Belinda turned on her heel and
towards the nightclub leaving her mother crouching naked behind the car…………
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