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   Executive Stress

   By, Kat

   kat_231@yahoo.com



   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 looking up.

   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 her.

   Jessica did so before returning to her chair and saying, "Well, what
have you lost?"

   "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 the channels.

   "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 start.

   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 on
automatic."

   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 later."

   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 like back."

   "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 Chairman."

   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
pictures."

   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

   suspender belt.

   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 frozen.

   "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 man.

   "We've done as you asked," Mary told the man making no attempt to hide
her body.

   "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 crotch.

   "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 dressed."

   "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 company."

   "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
shut up!"

   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
chairman."

   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 remain

   seated."

   "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 our
houses."

   "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
intercom.

   "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 here."

   "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 insurance
policy."

   "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 about this.

   "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
office."

   "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 enjoy
this.

   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 follow
me."

   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 under it.

   "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 two.

   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 night."

   "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 cupboard."

   "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 Jessica's?"

   Sheila gave her a condescending look and just said, "I'll let you know
later"

   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
superglue."

   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 voice.

   "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 type.

   "Hello, Sheila."

   "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 Mary.

   "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 he in?"

   "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 n-."

   "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
eyes.

   "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 out
laughing.

   "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

   embarrassment.

   "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
for lunch."

   "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 flesh.

   "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 imprisonment.

   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 stories

   straight."

   "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
god!"

   "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 pressure.

   "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
departed.

   "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 backsides.

   "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
women."

   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

   rhododendron bush.

   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?"

   "Well I..."

   "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 behind
her.

   "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 them.

   "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 house.

   "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 that?"

   "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 the
supermarket.

   "We'll just have to wait" Mary said emphatically, "until the supermarket
closes."

   "OK," Jessica agreed and both women slipped back down he steps to wait
in the

   shadows.

   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 park.

   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 morning.

   "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,

   until tonight!

   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 security guard.

   "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
muttered,

   "No."

   "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 lesbians?"

   "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
Bennett."

   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 humiliation.

   "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 than before.

   "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.

   The End



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