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 It was the last day of the annual sales conference and thegirls were
gathered together for the highlight of the year: the award of the title
`Salesgirl of the year'.  This title may seem a little sexist in this day
and age, but they were salesgirls for a cosmetics company and so far their
domain had not been encroached upon by any men.

   Of course everyone knew exactly who was going to win.  Katy would win.
Katy always won.  With her liquid eyes, a deep periwinkle blue, and her
mesmeric voice she could convince anyone of anything.  Adding this to her
forceful personality gave her that rare ability to plant a suggestion in
the minds of her listeners that became impossible to resist.  This was a
very useful gift for a salesgirl to have; her sales outstripped her rivals
by a huge margin.

   Bill, the Head of Sales however was worried.  Katy had won five years in
a row.  The other girls were getting dispirited.  He felt that they had
given up trying because there was no chance of winning.  There was no
benefit in giving the prize to Katy again.  Somebody else was going to win
this year.

   Tension increased as the announcement approached.  Katy was already
planning what to do on the prize - a fortnight's holiday in Barbados at a
luxury hotel all expenses paid.  Yes she really loved winning!

   Bill stood up to make the announcement.  He cleared his throat slightly
nervously.

   "And now for the announcement you've all been waiting for.  The winner
of our fabulous prize, a fortnight in Barbados.  Now girls, this year the
prize giving committee has decided to award the prize on a slightly
different basis.  What we want to encourage is: Responsibility, Audacity
and Improvement!"

   The girls groaned.  Responsibility, Audacity, Improvement - the company
values.  Not those bloody things again.

   Bill went on, "So rather than give the prize to the salesgirl who has
produced the highest sales, this year the prize goes to the girl who we
think this year has shown the greatest responsibility, the greatest
audacity and above all the greatest improvement - Debbie Jones!"

   There was a stunned silence.  Everyone looked with horror at Katy.  They
knew she had been planning the holiday for weeks.  What would she do!

   What she did astonished everybody.  Katy stood up and led the applause
for Debbie.  She might be seething inside, but no way was she going to show
it, no, she would never get her revenge if she showed it, and ideas for
revenge were already forming in her mind.

   Debbie was overwhelmed by winning the prize, and somewhat mystified by
Katy's response.  She hadn't thought Katy liked her.  Katy always seemed to
have it in for her.  She remembered the time Katy had persuaded her into
that game where she had ended up naked in the hotel reception area and had
then planted in her mind that she would be so embarrassed she would wet
herself.  The suggestion had been so strong that she had ended up peeing in
front of everybody.  It had been so embarrassing that the suggestion had
stuck in her brain.  She was sure that if Katy told her she would wet
herself again, she just would.

   After the conference the girls always went out to a club.  Katy of
course knew a club, just the right club for the occasion.  Katy always knew
things like that.

   "What sort of a club?" asked Debbie.

   "Oh, very special", said Katy, "a special floor show.  Somewhere where
you'll be able to lose your inhibitions.  You are a bit inhibited Debbie,
you know you are.  You really need a club like this to loosen up a bit"

   And as she said it Debbie suddenly realised she was inhibited.  She did
need to loosen up.

   "And Debbie", said Katy, "you'll have to dress up for it you know"

   "Dress up?  In what way?" asked Debbie, a bit concerned that this was
one of Katy's ploys.

   "Fancy dress", said Katy, "you're the winner; you're penance for beating
us all is to dress up.  Schoolgirl costume I think.  Little short skirt,
blouse, tie and long socks.  Oh - and don't forget the blue cotton
knickers"

   "Oh, I can't do that", protested Debbie

   "But you have to", said Katy, "you all want to see Debbie as a
schoolgirl, don't you girls".

   Of course they all chorused that they did, and poor Debbie had to agree.
Such is the power of peer pressure, and Katy knew it.

   Reluctantly Debbie went out and bought the schoolgirl costume for the
evening and when the girls gathered together to go to the club, there she
was in her little short skirt, socks, blouse and tie.  Quite the little
schoolgirl.  She knew Katy was trying to embarrass her, but what could she
do.  Everybody had said she must do it so she felt she had to.

   "Debbie, you look really...  well mind you don't wet yourself in your
excitement", said Katy.

   Oh no, why did she have to say that.  Debbie felt the urge to pee as
soon as the words were out of Katy's mouth and it took all her effort of
will to control it.

   The club was indeed uninhibited.  Topless waitresses, semi-naked dancers
in the cabaret and the promise of strippers later on.  Debbie wasn't sure
it was her type of club at all, but there was the peer pressure again and
that meant she had little choice.

   Then club comic came on with an announcement.

   "Now girls", he said, "we have a very special prize for you this
evening. For any girl daring enough to claim it.  A very special, very
expensive set of French lingerie", and he held up a pair of lacy knickers
and a bra of the most expensive and daring design, "but to win it, you have
to claim it.  Do I have any claimants".

   "Go on Debbie", said Katy, "you'd look great in those"

   "Oh, no", said Debbie, to embarrassed to even think about it.

   "Go on Debbie", said Katy, "this is your big chance"

   Debbie blushed, "I couldn't", she said, "I just couldn't"

   "But she must girls, mustn't she", insisted Katy, she knew the effect of
peer pressure.  She knew everybody would be jealous of Debbie, she knew
they'd all want to embarrass Debbie by making her go up on the stage in the
silly schoolgirl costume and claim the sexy underwear.

   "Yes, Debs, you must", they all shouted, and before she knew where she
was Debbie found herself being pushed towards the stage until she knew she
had no option but to comply.

   How silly she felt, how embarrassed, in her little short schoolgirl
skirt, in her blouse and tie.

   "Well, little girl", said the comic, "do you think you're old enough for
this sexy underwear"

   "Err, yes", said Debbie, well she had to say something.

   "I mean, what sort of underwear do you wear now"

   Debbie just blushed

   "Show us your knickers, Debs", shouted Katy and the girls, and Debbie
had to do it.  Once Katy got the girls going, Debbie knew she'd have to do
what they said.  She lifted up her skirt to show her blue cotton knickers.
Well they were quite respectable.

   "Give us a twirl then", said the comic, and Debbie had to hold her skirt
up and twirl round to give everyone a good view of her knickers.

   "Show us your bra Debs", shouted Katy; and the girls joined in with
hoots and shouts of encouragement.  Debbie lifted up her blouse to show her
white cotton bra.  She knew she had to, she knew she would get no peace
until she did.

   "Oh dear", said the comic, "I don't know if this underwear will be
suitable for a little girl like you.  Debbie was relieved, she did rather
like the silk bra and pants, but she thought at least now she could escape
back to her seat.

   "Let her try them on", shouted Katy, and the girls joined in the chant,
"try them on Debs, let's see what you look like in them"

   "I can't do that", wailed Debbie, "I can't change my underwear on the
stage.

   "Oh, I don't know", said the comic, "I think we'd all love to see that.
Wouldn't we!" he appealed to the audience, and Debbie knew form the
response that she'd have to do it.

   "How can I get changed on the stage", she pleaded

   "Just slip your panties down under your skirt and put these ones on"

   Debbie was a bit reluctant, after all her skirt was rather short, but
she put her hands up her skirt and wriggled her knickers down they fell to
the ground to a great cheer from the audience.  Balancing as best she could
she wriggle the new sexy panties up under her skirt until they were firmly
in place.  Then it was the time to wriggle out of her bra under her blouse
and put the new sexy bra on.

   "Show us your new knickers Debbie, yelled the girls", and Debbie knew
she had to lift up her skirt again and show her knickers.

   "Now we come to the crunch", said the comic, "you have to show you're
worthy of this prize by modelling them on stage"

   "What!" said Debbie?

   "Strip down to your bra and panties and model them on stage"

   "I can't do that!" cried Debbie

   "Well we'll just have to take them back off you in that case, said the
comic.  Debbie was more embarrassed than ever, the girls were shouting at
her to strip off and she couldn't face changing back into her own knickers
again in front of all those people.  Deep down, she knew, she really knew
she was going to have to do it.  This was what the girls demanded.  This
was her penance for winning the prize.  She knew Katy had planned this all
along, to make Debbie model sexy underwear on the stage.

   Reluctantly she took off her shoes and socks, then her skirt and finally
her tie and blouse and stood there in her sexy underwear.

   "Come on Debbie, you've got to show it off", said the comic, "strut up
and down on the stage.  We want to see that this underwear really is
suitable for you".

   Debbie was so embarrassed standing their in the flimsy bra and pants but
she knew she had to do it; she'd never live it down with the girls if she
didn't.  So she walked up and down the stage, swinging her hips and
wiggling her bottom in the way she supposed sexy models did.  She seemed to
be successful if the all the cheers were anything to go by.

   "Now let's see you dance in them!", and the music to Dancing Queen
suddenly struck up from somewhere.

   "Come on Debbie, let's see you dance", came the cry from the girls.  And
Debbie knew she'd have to do it...  Knew Katy had manipulated her into it,
but she was powerless to resist.  Slowly she started gyrating her hips, the
lights dimmed, the cheers grew and Debbie became transported as the music
coursed through her body and the thrill of dancing before the audience in
sexy underwear grew on her.

   Suddenly she became aware of Katy standing beside her.

   "Dance, Debbie, dance", she said, "you love it so much, the music, the
rhythm, the adulation, so much you are oblivious to everything else"

   And she did become oblivious to everything else except the music and her
gyrating body.  Oblivious to the way in which Katy insinuated her hands
into the top of her panties and ever so slowly and carefully pulled them
down, oblivious of the wild cheers this brought, oblivious of the way in
which Katy slowly and carefully unhooked the back of her silken bra and let
it fall noiselessly to the floor.  Aware of the fact that she was dancing
to the wild cheers of the audience.  Unaware of the fact that she was
dancing naked in front of them.

   Unaware that is until Katy brought her to her senses.

   "Debbie, Debbie", she said, "you know what, you're going to pee yourself
when you see what you've been doing".

   At the sound of the voice Debbie suddenly looked down and saw to her
horror that she was completely naked.  And Katy's persuasive voice had said
the dreaded words.  She was going to pee herself.  As the horrible
embarrassment of her position struck her the urge to pee suddenly came over
her again.  She couldn't control it, not with the suggestion Katy had
planted in her mind.

   Katy looked on in satisfaction.  Not as good as a holiday in Barbados,
but bloody nearly as good!