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   Supermarket sweep

   By Kat

   kat_231@yahoo.com



   Sheila Jenkins sat in her office and watched the closed circuit TV
monitor sat on the

   desk in front of her and her heart began to pound as she watched events
unfold.  Sheila

   had been deputy manager of this particular supermarket for nearly six
months, during

   which time she had done her job well and earned the respect of the staff
having gained

   a reputation of being firm but fair.  She got on well with her boss, a
man by the name of

   Martin Clark, and he had already let it be known that it would only be a
matter of time

   before she became manager of a store in her own right.  But as she
watched the monitor

   in growing horror she knew that her future could well be on the line.

   As deputy manager part of her duties included being responsible for the
bakery, as

   being a big store the bread was baked on the premises and she had always
thought she

   had an excellent team working in it.  The bakery supervisor, Amanda
Taylor was an

   extremely efficient woman and made sure things ran like clockwork and
seemed to be

   able to get her team of three other women to do whatever was needed.  In
fact Sheila

   rarely interfered with the workings of the bakery knowing that Amanda
had things

   under control.  Then, about a month ago Head office sent a memo to the
effect that the

   bakery at Sheila's store was using more flour and other ingredients that
any other store

   and could she provide an explanation.  Sheila dismissed it as the
typical sort of thing one

   gets from a pen pusher at head office and as they were about to embark
on a stock

   take put it in a drawer to deal with at a later date.  She then promptly
forgot about it and

   only remembered when another slightly more insistent memo had arrived,
this time

   detailing her stores usage of ingredients and comparing it with other
stores.  Having

   studied the figures Sheila had to concede that head office did have a
point and she

   decided to have a chat with Amanda later that day.

   She never got to the chat as she slipped up to her office for a cup of
coffee at about

   seven o'clock that evening and whilst sat at her desk drinking it she
started to fiddle

   with the newly upgraded CCTV system part of which involved having
monitors in the

   managers offices.  She was no expert with the things and it was purely
by chance she

   ended up looking at the bakery which surprised her as she didn't know
there was even

   a camera there and for several minutes watched as the bakery staff
removed a large

   quantity of freshly baked bread from one of the ovens.  Soon growing
bored she

   switched to a view of the main store but then, about 15 seconds later, a
thought struck

   her and she flicked back to the bakery.

   "Why are the making bread a couple of hours before the store shuts?" she
said out

   loud to herself and then watched as Amanda and her staff loaded the not
insubstantial

   amount of bread onto a trolley and carefully covered it over.  Amanda
herself then

   wheeled the trolley out the back of the bakery and into the warehouse
area.  Sheila

   frantically pressed buttons on her console to try and find a view of the
warehouse.

   Finally she got one and was horrified to see Amanda helping a man to
load all the bread

   into the back of a van.  Once it was all loaded the man handed something
to Amanda,

   which Sheila assumed to be money and seconds later the van drove off. 
Amanda looked

   round furtively before stuffing the money into her bra and then wheeling
the trolley

   back to the bakery.

   Sheila sat dumbfounded, just staring at the screen as numerous thoughts
flashed

   through her brain.  Upper most was the feeling of betrayal, she had
always trusted

   Amanda but had now just discovered she and her staff had a nice little
sideline going at

   the stores expense.  She was about to phone the police and hand the
matter over to

   them when it occurred to her that the whole affair would reflect badly
on her and most

   likely she could forget any further advancement of her career.  Calming
herself she

   began to think hard and came to the conclusion that she was better off
dealing with the

   matter herself and keeping the lid on it.  She was also equally
determined to teach

   Amanda and her staff a lesson they wouldn't forget.  Picking up the
phone she made an

   internal call to the bakery and curtly told Amanda that she wanted to
see her and the

   bakery staff once the store had closed.  Amanda asked why and Sheila
simply said,

   "Wait and see," before putting the phone down.

   Two hours later there was a knock at the door of Sheila's office.

   "Come in," Sheila called and led by Amanda the four women walked in
still in their

   bakery uniforms which in Amanda's case consisted of a white knee length
cotton

   overall/dress.  Amanda herself was very self-confident and outgoing 27
year old which

   made her ideal for the job she was doing.  She was of medium height and
possessed

   short dark hair.  The other three entered quickly behind Amanda, they
were dressed in

   the standard uniforms like Amanda's, only theirs were light blue in
colour.  Sheila knew

   that due to the heat in the bakery they very rarely wore much under
these uniforms.

   First through the door, after Amanda, was Julie Smith the oldest of all
of them at 43.

   Despite this she had lost none of her looks and was known to work out at
a local gym to

   keep in trim although the 5ft tall with curly blonde hair did have a
reputation for having

   a fiery temper.  She also had a rather unruly 18-year-old daughter. 
Following her was

   Anne Harrison a 25 year old, who at 4ft 6" was the shortest of them all
but along with

   her long jet back hair she possessed both an ample chest and backside
The last into the

   office was Angela Scott the tall blonde haired 19 year old trainee who
was as thin as

   she was tall.  She had proved to be extremely shy in the couple of
months she had been

   at the store but was nonetheless a hard worker.  All four women wore the
obligatory

   white hats as required by the hygiene regulations and those with long
hair had it tucked

   under these hats.  In addition they all wore their name badges on their
left breasts in

   line with company policy.  As the nervous looking Angela closed the door
behind herself,

   Amanda made for the chair in front of the desk and was somewhat startled
when Sheila

   rebuffed her with, "I didn't say you could sit."

   She managed to maintain her composure and went to stand with her staff.
Sheila looked

   at the four of them stood opposite her and then produced the memo.  She
read it out and

   then said, "Can you explain this please?"

   "Its probably a mix up," Amanda tried to explain, having studied it for
a moment but

   was interrupted by Sheila, "I thought that at first but now I've got
other ideas."

   "Such as?" Amanda snapped back none too pleasantly as the other three
looked

   worried.

   "Well perhaps I should tell you that I discovered our new security
system has a camera

   in the bakery and tonight I saw some interesting things." There was
silence as the four

   standing women looked aghast which immediately indicated to Sheila that
all of them

   knew exactly what had been going on.

   "What exactly did you see?" Amanda finally managed to ask after several
moments of

   uneasy silence.

   "Lets say, a substantial quantity of bakery products was seen leaving
via the back

   door." Sheila answered giving Amanda a cold stare.

   "Oh" was all Amanda could manage in reply, she and the others knew they
had been

   caught red handed; their little scheme to make some extra cash on the
side had just

   landed them in serious hot water.

   "I suppose I have no alternative but to call the police," Sheila added a
moment later.

   There was a gasp from one of the women and Amanda managed to utter a
quiet, "No."

   which Sheila heard.  Sitting back in her chair she said," Why don't you
tell me what has

   been going on."

   Amanda knew when they were beaten and realizing that protests of
innocence would be

   futile took a deep breath and began to speak.  She described how she had
been

   approached by a man offering her money if she produced some bread for
him.  At first

   Amanda declined but the man came back on several occasions and as well
as being

   persistent he upped the money.  This caused Amanda to give the matter
some serious

   thought and she eventually concluded that she could get away with it but
she would of

   course need the rest of the staff in on the deal.  So one evening she
got them all on one

   side and carefully explained the deal to them.  To her surprise she
found they were all in

   agreement although in hindsight it was just before Christmas and the
thought of a bit

   extra money was all the more tempting.  So that was that and she struck
a deal with the

   man and things had been going fine until now.

   On finishing her account Amanda looked at her shoes unable to look
Sheila in the eye.

   Sheila noticed this and saw that the others were also looking extremely
uneasy and

   looking away from her.

   "So who was this man?" Sheila asked breaking the silence.

   "I have no idea," Amanda answered looking up.  Sheila could tell she was
telling the

   truth and looked again at the four women.  They all knew that their
jobs, futures and the

   possibility of a criminal record lay in Sheila's hands.  What they
didn't know, or at least

   Sheila hoped they hadn't worked out, was that if she blew the whistle on
them then her

   career would probably be over as well.

   Sheila sat in silence and maintaining an outward appearance of composure
and looked

   from one woman to the next for a good minute or so.  At last she spoke.
"You have a

   choice ladies" she began in an authoritative voice, "I can call the
police now or you can

   let me deal with the matter and accept an alternative course of action."
Without waiting

   for Sheila to go on there was a chorus of agreement to accepting
Sheila's alternative.

   "Are you sure?" Sheila asked again and for a second time got four
agreements.  "Very

   well, Amanda stay here, the rest of you wait outside"

   There were questioning looks but it seemed better than police
involvement so Anne,

   Angela and Julie filed out of the office closing the door behind them.

   Amanda looked up at Sheila with a weak smile on her face, "It's very
good of you to

   give us this chance," she said trying to be friendly.

   "Don't thank me yet," Sheila replied stoically, "you might not be so
grateful later."

   "What have you got in mind then?" Amanda asked uneasily.

   "You'll find out in good time," was all the answer she got.

   Amanda said nothing more and Sheila decided to waste no time and looking
straight at

   Amanda sternly said, "Strip."

   "What," Amanda gasped not believing her ears.

   "Strip." Sheila repeated slightly more forcefully.

   "No way," Amanda retorted defiantly and folded her arms.

   "Have it your way," Sheila sighed and reached for the phone.

   "Err..Hang on" the supervisor said hastily and Sheila paused, "Do you
really mean

   take off my clothes?"

   "Yes" Sheila said.

   "Oh, but why?"

   "Because you agreed to accept my alternative," Sheila explained her hand
hovering

   over the phone.

   "You never said anything about stripping." She said angrily.

   "You never asked." Sheila replied.

   "And if I don't you'll call the police?" Amanda said nastily.

   "Correct," Sheila confirmed.

   "Isn't there something else we can do," Amanda asked looking for a way
out.

   "No" Sheila replied, "Strip or I ring the Police."

   You rotten bitch." Amanda said knowing she was beaten and struggling to
control her

   anger.

   Sheila just smiled.  "O Rats" Amanda groaned and kicked off her shoes.
She was not

   shy and was determined to maintain as much dignity as possible so she
began to

   unbutton the front of her white overall which took some time as they
went all the way to

   her waist.  She slipped deftly out of it and allowed it to drop to the
floor.  This left her

   clad only in her white lacy 36B bra and matching panties with of course
her bakery hat

   on her head.  The hat was quickly pulled off to reveal her short dark
hair before the

   supervisor reached up and unclipped her front fasting bra.  Pulling it
apart her breasts

   spilled out and at the same time the money she had earlier stuffed in
her bra fell out.

   The bra was dropped on the ground and swiftly she yanked her knickers
down and

   kicked them off.  Not one for modesty she stood naked in front of Sheila
with her hands

   on her hips breasts swinging free and her neatly trimmed pubic hair on
display.  She

   virtually spat.

   "Now what?" at Sheila.

   The seated woman was a little taken aback by this but didn't show it and
instead she

   said, "Go and stand facing that wall and put you hands on your head."

   This took Amanda by surprise and caused her to blush for the first time.
It wasn't so

   many weeks earlier that she had made her own children do the same, only
they were

   clothed.

   "Find that a bit embarrassing do you?" Sheila asked sensing her
discomfort.

   "Yes," was all Amanda could say in reply, her defiance somewhat
dissipated, as Sheila

   pointed to the wall and said, "Good."

   As the naked woman shuffled across the office Sheila got up from her
chair went round

   her desk and picked up the money that had fallen from Amanda's bra.  She
put it on her

   desk and then went over to the door.  She pulled it open smartly and
curtly ordered,

   "Julie, come in."

   At 43 Julie was the oldest of them all but at 5ft with her curly blonde
hair she was still

   an attractive woman.  She entered the office and Sheila closed the door
behind her.  As

   the deputy manager returned to her seat Julie couldn't help but notice
the pile of

   clothes on the floor in front of the desk.  She looked round the room
and with a gasp her

   hand flew to her mouth as she set eyes on her supervisor's naked form.
She looked

   back at Sheila eyes as wide as saucers, hand still over mouth.

   "W..What tt..the?" she stammered in disbelief.

   Sheila was sure she saw Amanda's naked buttocks clench with the
humiliation of her

   position and just to rub it in she said, "Tell Julie why you are like
that, Amanda."

   Between gritted teeth and feeling utterly ridiculous Amanda managed to
say, "This is

   the alternative to the police." And then felt her face burn red.

   "Not all of it, actually," Sheila corrected her, "but more of that
later."

   "I don't have to do that do I," Julie asked with a flash of her short
temper, "because I

   refuse."

   "You do unless you'd like me to call the police."

   Julie seethed as she slowly looked over had the naked Amanda.  "There
must be a law

   against this." She snarled turning back to Sheila, who promptly
answered, "There

   probably is and there most certainly is against theft."

   Julie, like Amanda several minutes before her, knew she was in a no-win
situation and

   grudgingly conceded, "OK you win," as she pulled her bakery hat from her
head and

   angrily shook her hair free.  Looking down she saw Amanda's discarded
clothes close to

   her feet and dropped her hat on top of them.  She kicked off her shoes
and left them

   where they fell and then reached behind her neck.  Sheila heard a zipper
being pulled

   down and watched with a feeling of growing power as Julie stripped in
front of her.  With

   a considerable amount of wriggling Julie got her arms out of the sleeves
before allowing

   the overall/dress to fall.  The 5ft tall Julie was quite broad across
both the shoulders and

   the hips.  As a result the garment stopped at her waist and Julie had to
help it over her

   hips before it finally fell to the floor.  Standing in front of Sheila
in a light blue set of bra

   and knickers Sheila noted that like Amanda, Julie's legs were bare, no
doubt due to the

   heat of the bakery.  Julie's temper had deserted her as the dress came
off, she had

   always been self conscious about her rather plump bottom and it dawned
on her that

   she was going to have to display it totally in the next few minutes. 
She sniffed before

   reaching behind her back to undo her bra.  Seconds later her 34B breasts
with only a

   slight trace of sag were on full display as the bra dropped to the
ground.

   Julie froze with her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers dreading
taking them off to

   reveal her backside.  When she didn't move Sheila looked up at her and
said.

   "Problem?"

   "I can't take them off" Julie nearly cried.

   "Amanda," Sheila called raising her voice," Tell her what happens if she
doesn't."

   "You'll call the police," Amanda replied sadly still facing the wall.

   Julie reluctantly slipped her knickers down and blushed as red as a
beetroot as she did

   so.  She stood with them round her ankles both hands covering her crotch
staring at the

   ground.

   "Go and stand next to Amanda." Sheila ordered and watched as she turned
and,

   stepping out of her knickers, made her way to join her supervisor.  As
she turned she

   gave Sheila brief glimpse of her luxuriant blonde pubic hair.  By the
time that she got to

   the wall next to her supervisor Sheila could not fail to notice her
rather plump arse.

   Unbidden she put her hands on her head and stood silently.  Sheila's
confidence was

   growing as she got up again and headed for the door and she opened it
and called the

   25-year-old Anne in.  Anne nervous at the best of times came in and
almost immediately

   spotted her colleagues.  Her mouth fell wide open and she stood immobile
as she took in

   the sight of the naked pair.

   Sheila went and perched on the end of her desk and folding her arms
looked at Anne.

   "I suppose you are wondering what has happened?" she said.  Anne, still
bewildered,

   slowly nodded.  "Well, that," she explained pointing at Amanda and
Julie, "is the

   alternative to the police."

   "Oh" was all Anne could manage in a tiny voice so Sheila continued, "So
would you be

   so kind as to take off your clothes and join them."

   Much to Sheila surprise Anne immediately started to unzip her overall
albeit rather

   slowly.  Sheila had expected some resistance from Anne but none was
forthcoming.  She

   continued at this slow pace just staring to the front as the overall
fell to the floor and

   she stepped out of her shoes at the same time as she stepped out of the
dress.  This left

   her 34C breasts encased in a rather matronly cotton bra, which was built
for

   functionality and not style.  Her knickers were of a similar design,
both items being in

   plain white.  At 4ft 6" she was the smallest of the women except for the
very slightly

   shorter Sheila.  With trembling hands she undid her bra catch and let it
slide down her

   arms and drop to the ground and them pulled her knickers down and
stepped out of

   them.

   She turned to make her way to join the other two, but Sheila stopped
her. "Haven't you

   forgotten something?" Puzzled Anne looked up and down her naked body. 
"Try your

   head," Sheila advised and without a pause Anne reached up and pulled off
her hat.  This

   caused her long jet black hair to cascade down to the middle of her back
as she made

   her way to stand next to Amanda.  Her hands went to her head without a
word from

   Sheila who sat on the desk and shrugged to herself.  She couldn't really
believe how

   little resistance Anne had put up.  Saving herself another trip to the
door she instead

   called, "Angela get in here!"

   The door slowly open and the timid trainee walked in, Sheila could see
that she was

   already trembling and she didn't even know what was happening yet.  As
she pushed the

   door shut behind her, she set eyes on the considerable mound of clothes
in front of

   Sheila's desk.  She looked up at Sheila and asked, "Whose are those?"

   Sheila said nothing but pointed in the direction of the others.  Angela
looked to where

   her boss was pointing and gasped in horror at the sight that greeted
her. Wildly she

   looked back at Sheila with wide questioning eyes.  " Its the alternative
to the police,"

   Sheila explained repeating herself yet again.

   "O my god" the shocked 19-year-old managed to say and then it hit her.

   "I don't have to do that, do I?" she asked desperately.

   "It's that or the police." Sheila said glad that she was the last;
things were starting to

   get somewhat repetitive.

   "No way," Angela snapped close to tears.

   "I really think you should," Sheila suggested, "think of the others.

   But Angela was adamant, "I'm keeping my clothes on" she announced and
folded her

   arms.  At the same time she began to pout.  Sheila could see she wasn't
going to

   co-operate and was about to threaten her with the police when Amanda
spoke up,

   "Angela, you've got to do it, we have."

   "I can't" Angela pleaded still close to tears.

   "Angela, if you don't we are all in even bigger trouble." Amanda
explained still facing

   the wall hands on head.

   "I'm not" the six foot tall girl snapped.

   "If you don't get those clothes off," Angela suddenly hissed in a
menacing voice, " I

   will personally strip you." Which caused Angela to look round at her
supervisor in

   wide-eyed amazement.  Not believing what she had just heard she could
only manage to

   stammer, "You wouldn't?"

   "I would." Came the reply.

   Angela looked back at Sheila who added, "I would do as she says." And
then watched

   as Angela churned the options over in her mind.  Finally she concluded
like the others

   before her, that she had no real choice.  "OK" she whispered in defeat
and reached

   down to remove her shoes.  The hat followed allowing her shoulder length
blonde hair to

   fall free.  Sheila could tell she was extremely self-conscious as
painfully slowly she

   fumbled to unzip her dress.  For a moment Sheila felt a tinge of
sympathy for her, but

   then reminded herself that Angela was as guilty as the rest of them.

   At long last she managed to undo the dress and allow it to fall to the
floor.  It passed

   easily over her boyish hips to show off a pair of white cotton panties
and a white bra,

   which contained her small breasts.  At this point she started to become
agitated and

   reached behind her to undo her bra but then dropped her hands to her
sides and quickly

   said, "Please let me keep my underwear."

   "No" Sheila replied firmly.

   "Oh please" Angela begged wringing her hands together tears in her eyes.

   "Angela!" came the stern voice of Amanda from across the room.

   The blonde sniffed to herself and hurriedly undid her bra and let it
drop away before

   immediately covering her cheat.  She wasn't quite fast enough to prevent
Sheila from

   seeing what she was trying to hide.  A glance to the floor at Angela's
feet confirmed it

   for Sheila as she saw that the girls discarded bra was padded.  Angela
was in fact

   completely flat chested!

   "And the knickers" Sheila ordered with a knowing smile and then watched
as the

   desperate trainee wriggled her knickers down whilst still trying to
cover her chest.  As

   they came down Sheila got another surprise as she saw that Angela had a
shaven

   crotch.  At last she was naked and stood trying to cover herself until
Sheila said, "Go

   and join the others." And she scurried to join them.  "Hands!" Sheila
called out when

   Angela's hands remained in front of her and slowly they were placed on
her head.

   Sheila looked at the four naked women stood up against the wall of the
office with their

   hands on their heads.  She smiled to herself as she realized she was
enjoying the

   embarrassment of the bakery women.

   "I suppose you want to know what happens next?" she said continuing to
humiliate

   them and in reply received mumbled reply's indicating that they would.
Standing as

   they were, the four naked women were dreading what was going to happen
but they

   consoled themselves with the thought that it was better than the police
or at least they

   hoped it was!  "Well, I'll tell you in a moment," Sheila told them as
she opened the

   bottom draw of her desk and rummaged around in it for a few seconds
before locating

   what she was looking for.  She pulled out a roll of brown parcel tape
out and then pushed

   her chair back and stood up all in one movement before going round her
desk and over

   to the women.

   She stopped behind Amanda and putting her mouth close to the
supervisor's ear said,

   "Since you are the ringleader in all of this, I think you should have a
little handicap."

   Amanda didn't reply but just stood there motionless.  "Put your hands
behind your

   back." Sheila ordered and slowly Amanda did as she was told.

   Sheila pulled a long length of the tape and crossing Amanda's wrists
then proceeded to

   bind them together.  She used a large amount of the tape and when she
was satisfied

   that Amanda was well bound she snapped off the tape and set off back to
her desk.  She

   sat down and was just about to inform the women as to what she intended
them to do

   when the door to her office flew open and in walked Martin Clark her
boss.

   "Sheila, I'm glad your still here," he began briskly, " I've got
thi.......What the?" He

   then exclaimed as he saw four naked women standing against his deputy's
office wall.

   Fortunately he was a man not easily flustered and he quickly regained
his calm, which

   was about the same time as three of the women screamed and tried to
cover

   themselves as they desperately pressed up against the wall.  Amanda
hands tied just

   screamed.  Sheila's heart missed a beat when he appeared but she was
also one not to

   panic and she quickly moved to regain the upper hand.

   "Shut up and stand still" she shouted at them, "and get those hands back
on your

   heads," and then added as an after thought, " Those of you that can."

   "Can I have a word outside, Martin?" she said rising from her chair
again.

   "I think we'd better." Martin replied grimly and led the way out of the
office.  Sheila

   followed, noting that the women had returned to their previous positions
and closed the

   door behind her.  Turning to Martin she said, "I can explain."

   "Go on." Martin replied leaning on the wall of the corridor and folding
his arms, the

   sight of what he had just seen firmly etched in his mind.  Sheila, who
decided the only

   way forward was to tell the truth, then nervously went on to tell him
what had happened

   only she altered the story to say that she had done what she had done to
protect the

   good name of the store instead of saving her career.  As she finished
Martin leant back

   and sighed, he was no idiot and knew exactly why Sheila hadn't called
the police.

   "You didn't call the police, because you were more worried about your
career?" he said

   in a matter of fact voice.  Sheila's stammered denial and red face
confirmed it for him.

   "You'd have done the same think in my shoes," she blurted.

   "What,?  Strip my bakery staff naked and then....  anyhow what were you
going to make

   them do?" he finished suddenly curious.

   " I was going to kick them out of the store like they are now," Sheila
answered

   sheepishly before going on to explain the rest of her plan for them.

   "Right" Martin said rather amazed that his deputy could come up with
something like

   that.

   "But I suppose that's all out the window" Sheila continued and turned
towards the

   office door.  "I'll go and tell them to get dressed."

   "Hang on a minute." Martin said quickly causing Sheila to stop, her hand
on the

   doorknob.  She turned back to him.  Martin was a quick thinker and what
Sheila had

   proposed quite appealed to him.  There was also the fact that things had
gone too far

   down the line now, explaining the dishonest dealings of the bakery staff
would be

   difficult enough but the fact that the deputy manager had made them
strip naked and

   proposed to further humiliate them would be virtually impossible to get
away with.

   "We'll go with your plan" he announced to Sheila, "but there will be one
change."

   "What's that?" Sheila asked.

   "You go and tell them what is expected of them and I'll join you in a
minute" Martin

   replied without answering the question and promptly strode off down the
corridor.

   Sheila shrugged to herself and went back into the office.  The naked
four hadn't moved

   whilst she had been out but all noticeably flinched as she re-entered
the room.  Sheila

   glanced at them and then returned to the chair behind her desk.  She
paused a moment

   before saying, "Turn round and face me." and then watched as the women
did so.

   Angela tried to cover her chest with her arms.

   "Keep your hands on your head, Angela," Sheila rebuked her and the young
woman's

   shot back on her head.  "Right then," Sheila began leaning back in the
chair and

   looking at the four bakery staff, "I've had a chat with Martin and he's
quite happy with

   what I am proposing." Sheila noticed the four women's shoulders slump
slightly, and

   rightly suspected that they had all been thinking that Martin's
intervention meant they

   could all get dressed and go home.

   Sheila was about to continue when Martin opened the door and entered.

   "Don't move ladies," he announced pre-empting any attempts of the women
to hide

   themselves from his gaze.  Sheila noticed her was carrying a long handle
brush,

   obviously obtained from the cleaners cupboard at the end of the
corridor. She looked at

   him quizzically but he just said, "Don't let me interrupt." and wandered
over to the

   opposite side of the room to the naked women.  They all blushed even
more as they felt

   his gaze upon them.

   "As I have said," Sheila went on, " Martin is fully aware of the
situation and therefore

   I will come straight to the point and tell you what I intend for you to
do instead of me

   calling the police.

   "Isn't this enough," the blond Julie asked in a small voice.

   "No it is not," Sheila snapped back, "Remember, you agreed to this or we
could still

   call the police.  Julie didn't reply.  "Right then, this is what is
going to happen," Sheila

   announced taking on a stern voice, "In a minute we are going to leave
this office, you

   four without your clothes, and I'll take you down to the side exit. 
From there your going

   to leave and make your way across the business park to our rival over
the other side

   and..."

   "You're joking" Amanda gasped the first of the four to realize what they
were going to

   have to do.  She like all the women knew the layout of the business
park. Their store

   was at one end of the site and their rival was right at the other side.
In between there

   were numerous other stores and of course being an out of town site there
were huge

   open car parks.  Amanda reckoned from one store to the other it must be
nearly a mile

   and a half.

   "I'm not joking," Sheila continued, "and once there I want you each to
bring a trolley

   back here with you.

   "No!" Anne cried in horror.

   "Yes," Sheila replied sternly, "or I call the police."

   Anne said nothing.

   "What about my hands" Amanda complained, " I can't push a trolley like
this" and

   pulled on her bound hands.

   "We'll find some rope" Sheila explained, " and you can pull one back and
I should also

   point out that this is a team effort, so you all have to get back or
none of you get your

   clothes back.  In fact you won't even get into the store."

   "That's not fair." Julie said nervously.

   "No it isn't," Sheila agreed, " But you don't have much choice."

   Silence greeted this last comment broken only when Martin said, "Can I
say a few

   words?"

   "By all means" Sheila replied graciously.

   "Thanks," Martin said and then went on, "Firstly I have to say how
disappointed I am

   in you all, both in your dishonesty and also in the way you have
deceived Sheila.  Also I

   think you are very lucky that Sheila has given you this chance to avoid
the police and

   almost certain prosecution so I suggest you take it however embarrassing
it may be."

   At this point he paused and looked at the four women, none of whom could
look their

   manager in the face as he lectured them.

   "Actually, he continued, " I was considering sending you on one of those
team building

   exercises that head office are so keen on but Sheila seems to have
devised one for you.

   I'm sure our accounts department would be delighted at the cost saving
if we could tell

   them."

   Sheila smiled, the others didn't.

   "However," Martin continued, " As far as company policy is concerned,
what Sheila

   has done here is well beyond the bounds of acceptability.  Sheila
suddenly looked

   startled and the four women looked up , "but you are all far too deep in
this now so you

   four will still do what Sheila has proposed but in view of her
overstepping her authority

   she will be joining you."

   "What!" Sheila nearly choked.

   "You heard," Martin addressed her, "whilst I agree with not involving
the police this is

   going a bit far.  I also don't have to remind you that this supermarket
believes in its

   management leading by example, so now is your chance."

   "I'll do no such thing." Sheila almost squeaked noticing that the four
bakery staffs

   were all grinning despite their own predicament.  Their boss had got her
comeuppance.

   Martin put his hands on the desk and looked directly at the still seated
Sheila.  "You

   will or I'll call the police." he said smiling.

   "It will look bad on you," she tried to argue.

   "It will look worse on you and what about these four."

   "Come and join the party," Amanda called out none too pleasantly.

   Sheila stared at the desk in front of her.

   "Well," Martin asked reaching for the phone.

   "Ok Ok," Sheila conceded and stood up.

   "Come round the front where we can see you " Martin told her with a
smile and

   despondently Sheila did so.  Martin took over her recently vacated chair
and leaning

   back he said "Lose the clothes."

   Sheila didn't know where to look, five minutes ago she had been telling
the four other

   women what humiliating things she had decided they were to do yet now
she was going

   to have to take part herself.  She began to wonder if calling the police
might not have

   been such a bad idea.

   Sullenly Sheila kicked off her shoes well aware that the women she had
made strip

   were enjoying every minute of her unexpected embarrassment.  Her black
knee length

   skirt was next as she undid it and allowed it to slide to the floor to
reveal a black lacy

   half-slip.  Without stepping out of her skirt she started to unbutton
her light pink blouse

   although this proved a little difficult due to her trembling fingers. 
She finally succeeded

   and after undoing the cuffs took it off to reveal a well-built bra that
was doing a

   reasonable job of containing her 36DD breasts.  She dropped the blouse
next to her

   before reaching behind her to unclip her bra.  This again proved to be a
struggle and in

   the end Anne stepped forward and deftly released it for her.  This took
Sheila by

   surprise and the bra whipped round causing her breasts to burst free of
their

   confinement.

   "Oh," she cried as she made a brief attempt to cover her modesty and
then realized it

   was a waste of time and instead slid her bra off.  As she dropped it
next to her she could

   see out of the corner of her eye the four bakery staff were enjoying her
strip.  A quick

   glance at Martin saw him looking at her breasts and she felt her face
turn bright red

   with shame.  Standing there stripped to the waist was not her idea of
fun but things were

   going to get worse.  Taking a deep breath she put her thumb in the
elasticized waist of

   her slip and in a quick move thrust it down to her knees at which point
she released it

   so it fell to the floor.

   There was a brief murmur of surprise before Amada asked in a smug voice,
"What no

   knickers?"

   "Er no," Sheila tried to explain.

   "Forget to put them on," Anne asked joining in.

   "I don't often wear them," Sheila said in a quiet voice.

   Martin stared at his deputy manager standing in front of him clad only
in a pair of hold

   up stockings.  There was more to her than met the eye.  He realized he
was staring and

   snapping out of it said, "Lose the stockings."

   Sheila peeled them down to leave her stark naked.  Not wishing to remain
the center of

   attention any longer than possible Sheila said, "Shall we get on with it
then?"

   "In a minute," Martin answered rising to his feet, "Amanda has a
handicap so its only

   fair that you do too."

   Sheila groaned and asked, "Like what?"

   He then, without answering, picked up the tape that Sheila had earlier
used on Amanda

   and went over to where he had lent the broom handle against the wall.

   "What are you going to do?" Sheila asked nervously as he approached her.

   "Just do as you are told." Martin replied.  He them put the broom handle
horizontally

   across the back of Sheila's neck and told her to hold both ends of it
with her hands.

   Then using copious amounts of the tape he firmly wrapped it around her
hands until it

   was impossible for her to let go.  Standing back he admired his
handiwork, the

   large-chested Sheila looked like she was wearing a sort of yoke.

   "Don't do this to me," Sheila begged desperately knowing what was coming
next.

   "Too late," Martin informed her, "besides I expect my Managers to be
able to

   overcome any adversity, consider it a challenge.  Martin looked at his
watch, "Half past

   ten," he announced looking up at the women and then with a big grin
said, "Time to

   go."

   Greeted with a chorus of groans and pleas to let them off, he eventually
had to resort to

   holding his had up to gain their attention.  "There is no going back
now," he informed

   them and strolled over to the door.  Pulling it open he said, "Lets go"
and watched as

   the naked women dejectedly filed out.  Sheila was last and had to turn
sideways to get

   through the opening, her hands taped to the broom.  Michael followed her
out and

   couldn't resist a slap across her naked buttocks, which caused Sheila to
squeal in

   protest.

   "Down to the side exit" he called after Amanda who was leading the
strange

   procession.  Amanda nodded in acknowledgement and kept going not really
accustomed

   to the feeling of her breasts swinging freely but unable to do anything
about it due to

   her bound hands.  Behind her followed a still mortified Angela, her
secrets discovered

   she had one arm across her flat chest and the other hand covered her
shaven crotch.

   Julie followed and walked with her arms by her side, despite her own
nakedness she

   couldn't help but feel sorry for the 19 year old in front of her.  Anne
was behind her

   arms crossed tightly across her chest and looking at the ground.  She
wanted to get the

   ordeal over as soon as possible and feel clothes on her body once more.
For Sheila

   bringing up the rear it was a nightmare.  She had got them all into this
situation and as

   she struggled along behind the other four, hands bound wide, she was
horrified to find

   that her pendulous 36DD breasts had taken on a life of their own and
were swaying

   around in all directions.  Her face went bright red as she realized that
Martin was

   watching her very closely.

   The procession continued on until they reached the exit where they
halted.  Martin

   produced a bunch of keys and selecting one unlocking the door. 
"Everybody clear on

   what is required?" he asked grinning.  There were a few murmurs before
he added,

   "Just remember, you won't get back in unless there are five of you with
five trolleys."

   Another round of groans inured as the women realized they were really
going to have to

   do this.

   "I also expect you two to remain bound as you are," he finished
addressing Sheila and

   Amanda.

   He studied the women for a few seconds before saying, "Off you go then,"
and watched

   in delight as all five nervously exited the building directly into the
car park.  Sheila

   brought up the rear once again and as soon as she was through the door
Martin pulled

   it shut and promptly locked it.

   Fortunately for the naked women it was fairly dark and most of the
lights of the store

   were not on but even so they all felt vulnerable.  Amanda scurried over
and hid behind

   one of the few remaining parked cars.  The other four followed,
resulting in some

   bumping and jostling as they crashed into each other.

   "Ow," cried Julie as someone stood on her foot.

   "Shut up", Amanda hissed not wanting to attract attention.

   Julie discovering that Sheila was the one who had trod on her slapped
the hapless

   woman across her face.

   "Argh" Sheila cried her eyes watering.

   "Be quiet" Amanda whispered, "Do you want us to be caught."

   "Sorry," Julie apologized, " it was this stupid bitch's fault."

   "I'm sorry," Sheila said in a small voice.

   "I see," Amanda, replied, "slap her for me will you."

   Julie promptly did so, this time on the other cheek.

   As her head cleared Sheila heard Amanda say, "That's for getting us into
this mess."

   "I'm sorry," was all she could say.

   Amanda ignored her and looked out over the car bonnet.  "The coast is
clear," she

   announced, Lets go."

   "Do we have to?" Angela wailed still trying to cover herself.  "What do
you think,"

   Julie hissed from behind her.

   Amanda despite her bound hands took the lead and came out from their
temporary

   hiding place and set off across the car park.  Even in daylight and full
of cars the car

   parks were vast but in the gathering gloom to the naked women they
seemed huge.  One

   minor consolation was that occasionally small grassy islands broke up
the monotony of

   car parking spaces, complete with a few bushes.  No doubt the planners
had thought it

   would be a nice touch.  Dotted about the car parks these provided the
only cover there

   was.  So, Amanda naturally led the way to the nearest island and its
scant protection.

   Rather alarmingly there were a few cars still dotted about and the women
couldn't help

   but wonder where the occupants were.

   Amanda arrived first at the island and crouched close to a small shrub..
Seconds later

   the rest of the bakery staff caught up and huddled around her as Sheila
brought up the

   rear somewhat impeded by her yoke.  As soon as she arrived Amanda and
the other 3

   set off again so she had no alternative but to keep going.  This went on
until they were

   about half way there by which time Sheila was lagging some way behind.
Stopping for

   longer than usual to give them all chance to get their breath Amanda
realized this when

   the gasping Sheila arrived some time after the rest of them.  Amanda
would have quite

   happily left Sheila behind, blaming her for the situation they were in
but Martin had

   made it clear that all five of them had to return or they wouldn't get
back into the store.

   Amanda wasn't completely convinced Martin would actually leave them
naked outside

   but she had no intention of finding out the hard way.  Cursing to
herself that her hands

   were fastened behind her she told Angela to break a branch off of the
small tree they

   were hiding behind.

   " Why?" Angela asked as she did so.

   "Because," Amanda explained, "I'm putting you in charge of that big
titted cow," and

   nodded in Sheila's direction.  "I want you to use that stick on her if
she starts lagging

   behind.

   "O right," the normally shy Angela smiled, she was going to relish her
new assignment.

   Two minutes later Amanda led the way once more from their hiding place
and naked

   feet slapping on the tarmac went in the direction of the next island. 
Sheila who had sunk

   to her knees whilst regaining her breath was a little slow to return her
feet and was

   assisted by Angela applying the stick across her naked backside.

   "Ow," she cried but ran after the others rather than complain too much.
Angela

   followed behind, and being younger, fitter and not impeded easily kept
up.  At frequent

   intervals she applied her stick to various parts of her anatomy.  Sheila
managed to grit

   her teeth and keep going.

   50 yards away from their next haven they were suddenly startled by the
sound of a car

   engine and looked round to see a car speeding into the far end of the
car park.

   Although it was some distance away they wasted no time in dashing the
last few yards

   to their new hiding place.  Sheila on this occasion had no need of
Amanda's

   encouragement and was hard on the heels of the rest.

   Crouching down behind the shrubs, which fortunately were somewhat larger
than those

   at some of their previous stopping off points, they watched in growing
horror as the car

   headed in their direction at some considerable speed.  As it approached
a feeling of

   horror washed over the 5 women as they all began to wonder if they had
been

   discovered.  At the last minute, however the car turned sharply and
pulled up on the

   other side of the women's hiding place.  They all tried to crouch down
as low as possible

   and held their breaths as the car engine was turned off.  This was
immediately replaced

   by the sound of voices and then a car door opened and at least one of
the occupants got

   out.

   "Did you like that then?" a young male voice enquired jovially.

   "You're an idiot," a female voice replied angrily.

   The conversation continued and it quickly became apparent that in front
of the women

   there was as young boy racer type trying to impress his girlfriend. 
Unfortunately the

   girlfriend was unimpressed by his driving.  It was then that Amanda who
was still trying

   to make herself as small as possible noticed that Julie was trying to
look round the

   bush to see what was occurring on the other side.

   "What are you doing," Amanda hissed fearful that Julie would get them
discovered.

   Julie did not reply but peeked from her hiding place and then suddenly
made a small

   gasp and slumped back onto her knees.

   "What?" Amanda whispered.

   "Its my daughter," Julie hissed in despair.  She thought the female
voice had seemed

   familiar and a careful look between two shrubs had confirmed her worst
fears.  She had

   seen her daughter, illuminated by the car headlights, in a heated
discussion with some

   youth whom she didn't recognize.  Cowering naked the thought of being
discovered by

   her 18-year-old daughter was one too terrible to contemplate and she
began to

   tremble.

   The argument came to an abrupt end when the youth stormed back to his
car and with a

   screech of tires departed leaving Julie's daughter standing in the car
park.  She hurled a

   mouthful of abuse after the car, language, which her mother had never
heard her use

   before.  Then she stood motionless for a minute, obviously thinking
about what to do

   next before turning and walking in the direction of the women.

   Clearly she had decided to walk home and she skirted round the island
and headed off

   across the car park.  The woman crouched in near terror, particularly
Julie as they

   heard her footsteps approach, then pass by them and start to recede. 
Sighs of relief

   were about to be let out when the footsteps abruptly stopped.  Some of
the cowering

   women looked up to see that she had stopped, still with her back to them
and was

   rummaging in her pocket.  By now their eyes had adjusted to the dark and
they could

   see as she produced a packet of cigarettes from her pocket.  Julie
managed to pluck up

   the courage to look up at this point and got another shock in that she
didn't realize her

   daughter smoked.  The girl struck a match, which promptly went out in
the light breeze

   that was blowing.  She tried twice more and failed again before she
turned round to get

   her back to the direction of the wind.  As she did this the women all
ducked down again,

   in fact there were virtually lying down by now, pressing down onto
either the small

   amount of grass by the bushes or the tarmac of the car part.  Nipples
already erect due

   to the effects of the cool breeze rubbed painfully on the tarmac.  This
was the least of

   their worries at that moment as the girl finally succeeded in lighting
her cigarette.  She

   took a long drag on it and looked up her eyes now also becoming
accustomed to the

   gloom.  Her eyes opened wide and the cigarette fell out of her mouth as
she took in the

   sight in front of her.  Not sure what to make of it she stood rooted to
the spot for several

   moments before taking cautious steps towards what looked to her like
naked people.

   "Run" Amanda yelled, struggling to her feet realizing they had been
spotted.  The

   others need no encouragement, especially Julie, who ran past her
daughter with her

   hands over her face and was soon leading the women, desperate as she was
to get

   away.  Before Julie's daughter knew what was happening the woman had
gone and were

   running across the car park.  She looked after them and shrugged in
disbelief, not quite

   sure if she was dreaming.  Then, remembering her cigarette she searched
around her

   feet until she located it, picking it up she took a long drag before
slowly walking in the

   direction of her home.  As she walked she couldn't help thinking one of
the women

   seemed strangely familiar.

   The five women ran on until they reached their goal, the store on the
other side of the

   estate.  They threw caution to the wind and carried on, naked feet
slapping on tarmac

   and breasts swinging around wildly.  It was Angela who arrived first and
crouched down

   by a line of shopping trolleys, having dropped her stick and abandoned
the idea of

   making Sheila keep up.  Anne was not far behind her and seconds later
Julie arrived.  All

   were out breath after their high-speed dash and it was sometime before
Amanda, hands

   bound arrived and joined them.  There was an even longer wait for Sheila
complete with

   her broom to turn up but she finally made it panting heavily.  All five
then remained

   where they were while they fully regained their breath.  A slight
feeling of elation that

   they had made it was soon tempered by the realization that they still
had to make their

   way back again, this time with a trolley each.

   "Shit" Amanda suddenly said out loud, "How do I get a trolley back with
my hands

   behind my back."

   She glared at Sheila, "You said you'd get me some rope," she said
recalling an earlier

   conversation in Sheila's office.

   "Sorry, I forgot," Sheila replied, sarcastically, " I must have had
other things on my

   mind."

   "Don't get clever with me," Amanda snapped angrily, "this is all your
fault, don't

   forget."

   "You started it selling the bread," Sheila answered nastily.

   Amanda didn't say anything but instead stood up and kicked, the
crouching Sheila

   between her breasts, causing her to topple over.

   Sheila cried as she fell over, but none of the others came to her aid as
she struggled

   back up, they all blamed her for their predicament as well.

   Amanda started to calm down again as Anne said, "There is a builders
rubbish skip

   over there, perhaps there is some rope in it."

   "Good idea," Amanda agreed, "Go and look."

   The remaining four stayed where they were as Anne trotted over to the
skip and

   peered over the edge.  They watched as she reached in and poked about
before

   retrieving something.  A couple of minutes late she came back with
various bits of rope

   and string, but to the puzzlement of the waiting four she also looked
like she was

   carrying a tin of paint.

   "What's that?" Julie asked as Anne put the tin down and dropped the
string and rope

   next to it.

   "Its a tin of that thick black gooey stuff you use on roofs," Anne
explained, "I can't

   remember what you call it.

   "What fucking use is that?" Sheila asked still disgruntled, "Just get
the rope."

   The normally placid Anne like the others had become steadily more
disgruntled with

   Sheila and when she had looked in the skip and seen the half used tin
with a brush

   sticking in it an evil thought struck her.  "I'll show you what use it
is," she announced

   picking up the tin and marching over to the kneeling Sheila.

   She reached in and carefully extracted the brush as Sheila squealed,
"What are you

   doing?"

   "I'll show you," Anne replied and promptly slapped a brush load of the
black goo on

   Sheila's ample chest.

   "Noooooo." Sheila cried as she felt the brush between her breasts.  She
tried to get up

   and move away but Anne was too quick for her.  She put the tin down and
grabbed

   Sheila by the hair making sure she couldn't get up.  Then, with a big
grin on a face she

   proceeded to brush the thick black paint all over Sheila's breasts.

   The other three watched in amazement, more at the fact that it was the
normally shy

   Anne who humiliating Sheila rather than what she was actually doing.

   "Shut up and don't move" Anne snapped as Sheila continued to struggle,
"or I'll tip it

   over your head."

   This caused Sheila to remain still; she hung her head and watched in
despair as Anne

   applied the thick paint to her bosom.  When she decided she had finished
Anne dropped

   the paintbrush back in the tin and said, "That's for getting us into
this mess."

   Sheila just sniffed in reply.

   Let me have a go," Julie said gleefully getting to her feet which caused
Sheila to look

   up in horror and silently mouth, "No."

   In a flash Julie was by Sheila's side and reaching for the brush, "Stand
up" she ordered

   to which Sheila begged, "Please, no more."

   Julie didn't bother to reply, instead she unceremoniously hauled the
wretched Sheila to

   her feet by her hair.

   "Don't do this," Sheila continued to plead as Julie held the brush up in
front of her, "I

   wouldn't miss this for the world, Honey" she grinned before wiping the
laden brush

   between Sheila's legs.

   The deputy manager was humiliated beyond belief as she felt the brush
applied to her

   most intimate parts.  Julie made sure copious quantities were used and
preceded to

   work them in well before turning Sheila round and finishing off by
painting her

   backside.

   "Very smart," she said as she finished and stood back to admire her
handiwork.  She

   was about to put the brush down when Angela bounded over announcing, "My
turn, my

   turn."

   So Julie carefully handed her the brush, avoiding getting any of the goo
on their hands.

   Angela wasted no time and promptly started to apply the paint to
Sheila's left hand and

   then work her way up her arm across her shoulders and down her right arm
to her right

   hand.  Still bound to the broom Sheila was helpless and stood in silence
as Angela went

   about her work.  She didn't even resist when Angela came round to face
her and

   carefully applied a small amount of paint to each cheek.

   Giggling Angela looked at Sheila and then dropped the paintbrush back in
the tin.

   Amanda once again wished her hands were not bound so she could have
joined in.

   "Lets get ready to go back," she called out, snapping them all back to
the reality of

   their situation.

   They still had the 11/2-mile journey back to their own store to make,
this time with a

   shopping trolley each.  As quietly as they could Anne and Julie
extracted 5 trolleys from

   where they were stored whilst Angela tied the rope and string together
to enable the

   bound women to pull their trolleys.

   "Don't do one for Amanda," Julie said when she saw what Angela was
doing, I'll push

   Amanda's for her."

   Sheila looked up at this but her hopes were dashed when Julie went on to
add, "But

   that cow can tow her own."

   A few minutes later they were ready to depart and out of pure devilment
and despite

   Sheila' protests Angela tied the rope to one of the trolleys and then
fastened it around

   the deputy manager's left ankle.

   "This will make it very hard for me" Sheila tried to explain but all
Angela said in reply

   as she stood up was, "I know."

   "Time to go," Amanda announced, "and was about to set off when Anne
said, "Hang

   on a minute, I've just had another idea." And without waiting for a
reply she ran over to

   the skip again and within a few seconds pulled out a half full black bin
bag.  She then

   went over to Sheila who was unable to react before the contents of the
bag were

   emptied over her head.  The bag contained sawdust and wood chipping,
which promptly

   stuck to all the areas of Sheila's body that had previously been painted
including her

   cheeks.  Just for good measure Anne then bent down and picked up some of
the sawdust

   that had made it to the ground and threw it at the parts of Sheila that
had got missed.

   Sheila had never felt so humiliated in her life.

   The other four laughed as Amanda began to lead them back to their own
store.  Sheila

   once again brought up the rear walking with a sort of limp, as the
trolley careered along

   wildly behind her.  Progress was slow but it was later and darker now so
they weren't so

   bothered about been seen and as a result didn't bother about the
islands. The return

   journey was uneventful, or at least as uneventful as it could be for
five naked women

   pushing supermarket trolleys.  Their hearts were in their mouths as the
trolleys rattled

   along and they were sure that they had the noisiest trolleys in the
world.  If it was bad

   for the four bakery staff it was twice as bad for their deputy manager.
She struggled

   along with her trolley weaving madly behind her as she tried to keep up
with the rest of

   them; but, it was impossible and she gradually dropped behind.  The
others didn't notice

   this as they were more intent on getting their ordeal over and it was
only when they

   arrived back at their own store, much to their relief, that they
realized Sheila was no

   longer with them.

   As they stood waiting for her to catch up Martin appeared and opened the
door.  They

   tried to enter but he reminded them that all five had to be present
before they would be

   allowed back in.  so they waited impatiently for the somewhat
handicapped Sheila to

   appear.  Whilst they waited once again they became conscious of their
nakedness and

   started to hide themselves from Martin's gaze.  Angela with her flat
chest and shaven

   crotch was particularly aware of this and tried to hide herself behind
the other three.

   Julie took the opportunity to untape Amanda's hands and the bakery
supervisor stood

   there flexing her arms as they all began to wonder where Sheila had got
to and after

   five minutes their concerns began to grow.

   "Where the hell is she?" Julie asked growing impatient and after another
two minutes

   Martin suggested they might like to go and look for her and to emphasize
the point he

   returned inside the store and locked the doors again.

   Cursing the four women retraced their steps and it wasn't many minutes
before they

   found the hapless Sheila on her knees desperately trying to right her
upturned trolley

   which had capsized when it had got stuck in a drain cover.

   "Thank God you're here," she said panting from her exertions as she saw
the four

   approach her.  Instead of helping the struggling woman Amanda walked
over to her and

   slapped her across the face.

   "Ow" Sheila cried.

   "That's because I wasn't able to do it earlier," she explained.

   Julie was about to drag the deputy manager to her feet by her hair when
a voice caused

   her heart to miss a beat, "Evening mother."

   Julie whirled round to find that her daughter had appeared from behind
one of the

   islands that had previously sheltered the naked women and was standing
about 10 feet

   away from them with her hands on her hips.  Following her previous
encounter Julie's

   daughter, whose name was Belinda, had actually set off for home, but
couldn't get the

   event she had witnessed out of her mind.  She didn't get very far before
she decided to

   wait and see if anything further would happen.  Twenty minutes later as
she stood

   behind one of the shrubs she heard a rattling of trolleys and a cautious
peek enabled

   her to see four naked women walking past.  She was about to follow them
when she

   heard another trolley and was amazed to see a fifth woman strangely
bound dragging a

   trolley fastened to her ankle.  As she watched the trolley got stuck in
a drain cover and

   fell over.  Lighting another cigarette she watched from her hiding place
to see what

   would transpire.  She had to wait some time and had long since finished
her cigarette

   when the four women reappeared, still completely naked although she
noted that none

   of them now had bound hands.  But what she did notice with a start as
they passed close

   by her hiding place was that the one who had seemed strangely familiar
was in fact her

   own mother.

   The feeling of shock quickly passed, as she thought how she could turn
this unexpected

   situation to her advantage.  Belinda had clashed with her mother over
virtually

   everything in the last few months, which had resulted in her social life
being severely

   restricted, but now she saw the possibility of being able to gain the
upper hand.  Without

   further ado she came out from her hiding place and stood behind the
women.

   "Sorry I didn't recognize you earlier, mother " she laughed
sarcastically, "It might be

   something to do with your lack of clothes.  She watched in delight as
her mother tried to

   cover herself absolutely mortified to be caught like this by her own
daughter.

   "Oh my God," Julie moaned to herself as Belinda casually walked over to
her and

   ignoring the other four said, "Perhaps you could tell me what you are
actually doing."

   "Its none of your business" Julie answered in a whisper unable to look
her daughter in

   the eye.

   "Well it is now" Belinda replied nastily, " or I can make it Dad's
business as well."

   "Nooo" Julie moaned as the other four watched, feeling pity for Julie
but unable to do

   anything to help her.

   "Well tell me what's going on then," Belinda insisted, so Julie with no
other choice told

   her what had been going on.  Belinda laughed as Julie told her the story
and upon its

   completion smiled and said, "Don't worry Mum, do as I say for a while
and it can be

   our secret."

   Julie didn't like the sound of that, it sounded like blackmail but was
unable to say

   anything before her daughter added, "Well don't let me keep you any
longer," and

   then added, "Its been nice to see you all or should I say all of you."

   Belinda laughed, nobody else did as Angela and Anne freed Sheila's
trolley and they

   trudged past a triumphant teenager and made their way to the store.

   On arrival Martin was waiting and asked where they had been.  Julie said
nothing about

   her daughter and the others decided not to either.  The four bakery
staff entered the

   store as Martin told them their clothes were still in Sheila's office.
They hurriedly made

   their way there as Martin went to release Sheila from her bonds.  When
he saw the

   state she was in he laughed.

   "I take it you weren't too popular then?"

   "No" Sheila replied glumly.

   Martin untied her ankle from the trolley and then said, "You're not
coming back into

   the store in that state; I'll go and fetch your clothes."

   Are you not going to untie me first?" Sheila wailed.

   "When I get back," he replied as he closed the door behind him leaving
Sheila waiting

   alone.

   By the time Martin got to the office the others were virtually dressed.
"What did you

   do to her?" he asked.

   "Just getting a little revenge," Amanda answered.

   "I see," Martin said as he gathered up Sheila's belonging and left
again.

   When he got back he opened the door and went outside.  He put her
clothes on the

   ground and untied Sheila with some difficulty before saying "Goodnight,"
and went

   back into the store.

   The still naked Sheila flexed her arms and looked in despair at the
black goo on her

   body, she hoped it would wash off.  She realized there was nothing she
could do about it

   there and then and was just contemplating which clothes to put on and
almost certainly

   ruin when the four women came around the corner of the building having
left the store

   through a different door.  On seeing Sheila Amanda and Anne marched up
to her and

   before the deputy manager realized what was happening they had picked up
her

   clothes.

   "What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

   "We'll keep these," Amanda announced and reaching into one of Sheila's
jacket

   pockets she threw a bunch of keys, which landed at the managers feet.

   "Please" Sheila begged but to no avail as the four walked off, all but
Julie laughed, she

   had other things on her mind.....

   Epilogue

   Sheila shivered as another gust of wind blew and scattered the leaves
she had just

   swept off the path back from where they had come.  She looked at the
house and was

   startled to see there were now three people watching her out of the
window.  Shivering

   as another cold gust blew cross her naked body she started once again to
brush up the

   leaves.

   In the warmth of the lounge stood Martin and another man in his late
fifties.  They had

   just been joined by a tall and elegant woman of slightly younger age who
was his wife.

   "Is this the one you were telling me about, dear" the woman enquired of
her husband.

   "Yes, that's her," the man replied.

   "Yes Martin added, " Unfortunately for her she didn't know that I was
friends with

   your husband."

   The woman smiled, "Yes, being friends with the chief accountant can have
its

   advantages."

   "Indeed" Martin agreed turning his gaze back to the naked Sheila toiling
in the

   garden.

   Being old friends of Henry Cain had proved useful in the past but none
more so than

   now.  The day after the event he had told Henry the whole story and
asked him to lose

   the excess flour somewhere in the accounts.  Henry had done so but they
had hatched a

   little scheme to have some fun at Sheila's expense.  In return for
getting her off the

   hook Sheila now found herself sweeping the paths in Henry's somewhat
enormous

   garden.

   "I'll go and make dinner," Mrs.  Cain announced and without waiting for
an answer

   headed off to the kitchen.  The two men remained watching Sheila's
futile attempt to

   sweep up the leaves.

   "Do you think she knows you'd have adjusted the accounts without having
to go out

   there" Martin asked.

   "I shouldn't think so," Henry replied, "Besides what's she like at her
job?"

   "Very good, actually," Martin answered, "she should go far in this
company."

   "Glad to hear it as he turned his attention to Sheila again and in
particular her large

   breasts which were swinging around as she brushed.

   At this point Mrs.  Cain came back with a worried look on her face. 
"Darling," she said,

   wringing her hands, " I'm afraid I forgot to take the steak out of the
freezer."

   "O dear," her husband answered, "Martin we'll have to eat out."

   "Fine by me," Martin answered, "What about Sheila."

   "I think you'd better keep her company," Henry said looking at his
nervous wife.

   She mumbled a," Yes dear, I'm sorry." and with head bowed left the room.

   Martin said nothing and the general chitchat continued for about five
minutes until

   Martin's jaw dropped in amazement.  As he was watching Sheila he
suddenly saw Mrs.

   Cain walking across the lawn to her clutching a broom.  She was totally
naked as well

   and Martin had to concede that she was just as elegant without her
clothes!

   "She won't forget to take things out of the freezer again" Henry laughed
reading

   Martin's thoughts.  "Anyway I know a great little restaurant, so I'll
just lock the back

   door and we'll be on our way.

   A few hours later in another part of town a woman walked back to her car
from a corner

   shop.

   "Have you got my cigarettes" Belinda asked smiling evilly as Julie got
back into the

   car.

   "Yes" Julie replied between clenched teeth and handed her the packet,
"they are no

   good for you."

   "Don't lecture me."

   "Sorry."

   "Right then take me to the car park behind John Paul's night club."

   "Why?"

   "Because if you don't, I'll tell Dad what you've been up to last week.

   Julie said nothing and started the car engine.  A few minutes later they
arrived at the

   car park.  Belinda immediately ordered her mother out of the car and
went round and

   opened the boot.

   "Take off your clothes and put them in here" she snapped at Julie.

   "You've got to be joking," her mother gasped in astonishment.

   "No I'm not," Julie replied, "get them off."

   "No way."

   "Well in that case I'll just have to tell Dad how I found you running
round a car park

   stark naked so you could avoid getting into trouble with the police."

   Julie gulped and bent down to remove her shoes, things had got totally
out of hand.

   A short time later a gloating Belinda watched as Julie sullenly
deposited her knickers,

   her last item of clothing in the boot.  Belinda pushed her out of the
way and slammed the

   boot shut before locking the rest of the car.  She then turned to her
mother who was

   desperately trying to cover herself and said, "I should be back in about
three hours,"

   and then added, "Unless I meet a nice bloke that is and then it will be
tomorrow

   morning."

   Julie looked in despair at her errant daughter and was rewarded with
having cigarette

   smoke blown in her face.

   "Please" she begged but in response Belinda turned on her heel and
walked off

   towards the nightclub leaving her mother crouching naked behind the
car............

   The End

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