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adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in
your location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work. 
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   Copyright 2007 by J.  Saunders.

   If you are an editor and wish to publish this story
   contact me at: jillsconvictions@yahoo.co.uk

   This and other works may be found here:
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   and here http://jillsconvictions.wordpress.com


Introduction:  This is the first part of a completed story.  It
gets a lot heavier which may not be to everyones tastes.



Jill's New Job

I'd worked hard to get this job.  The interview itself had
required a lot of preparation, I'd had to study various technical
programming details and did many online trial tests and
questions.  So getting it had been a real challenge and one which
I was very happy to have succeeded at.

On my first day I was met in the lobby by Matt.  He was to be my
immediate manager.  He took me up the internal glass elevator to
what was to be my new office.  Most offices are open plan these
days, although the desks in this office were not all joined
together.
I was shown to a desk which had a glass top and sides and was
opposite my colleges desk but separated by about 3 meters.  I was
surprised that there was no modesty partition, especially with
the desks being glass.  But I guess being new and the only girl
on the team meant that such things hadn't been considered
before.  I'd make a note to take it up with the right person at
the right time.  And another note not to wear short skirts to
work!

Matt's desk was off to the side of mine. Matt introduced me to
Dave, the college who had the desk opposite mine, he was also on
Matt's team.  Dave was also a programmer and junior to me by one
grade.  He seemed like a very nice guy and was friendly and
chatty from the start.  I'd worn a skirt on my first day, luckily
a modest one, even so I thought I caught Dave peering once or
twice a little lower that the top of my desk.  Who could blame
the man I thought, I have decent legs - I'd just have to help his
weak will by reducing the exposure tomorrow.  Later I saw Dave
fiddling with his phone slightly suspiciously with the camera
pointed in my direction a bit too steadily. I checked my skirt
but it was covering everything, still if he was taking pictures
that was very cheeky I thought.

By the end of the day I was happy to be here in my new job.  I
had been a little nervous of course with it being my first day
but everyone had made me feel welcome.  

I'd also been grateful that I hadn't run into any familiar
faces!  There is a lot of churn in the industry in general but
especially when it comes to working for banks in software
development.  I'd recently done some contract development work
for another bank and not being one to read fine print on
contracts before signing, especially contracts with very large
daily rates, I'd later noticed while filing the old contract that
it stated I was not allowed to work for another bank for 2 years
following my previous contract.  I'd just accepted this position
after leaving my contract less than 1 month before.  Reading on I
saw that if I breached the agreement I was liable to pay the bank
back all of my earnings as well as face legal action.  So not
seeing anyone I knew was a good sign indeed - I knew it was very
unlikely to get found out - there is also a statuate of limits
which is 12 weeks so I'd be fine if I got past that.

We all packed up and Matt and Dave accompanied me down the lift. 
Dave's seems to be a very nice guy, courteous and a gentleman, I
think I will forgive him if he took a snap or two.  We split up
as we leave the building and head our separate ways.

Later at home I check my email. Trying out the new notebook I got
with the job.  My boyfriend is away on business at the moment,
suddenly my nights are full with free time. There is a email in
my new work mail box from someone called Peter, it just has the
letters "BCS" in the message.  Very odd I think.  Wonder if that
is a short name for a project we have?  Maybe he pressed the send
button too soon.  I respond, "Hi, I'm new, not sure if we have
met" etc.  And ask him if BCS is a development project.  Ten
minutes later I get another message, it just says "wear something
nice".  What?  That's very cheeky, who the hell is this anyway. 
Tomorrow I think I will speak to Matt about this.  I don't reply.

The next morning I am getting dressed for work and I notice I
have another mail waiting, again from this Peter person.  Hmm, I
click on it, it has a link to a web site, terms and conditions of
employment it seems.  It's the bank I used to work at, and the
terms of their employee contracts. BCS I realise is the initials
of the bank.  Something very sinister is going on here, my heart
drops.  Someone, Peter?  Knows I used to work there and they know
I shouldn't be working where I am now.  I sit down at my desk. 
What should I do.  A moment later I get another email, it says
"wear something nice, make sure it has a skirt".  Blackmail. What
have I got myself into.  I just put a deposit down on a new
house, contacts all signed, I owe a lot of money.  Can't afford
to loose this job or pay any money back to anyone.  Hmm.

Ok, calm down I tell myself.  I must go to work or I will be late
on my second day.  I already have some nice slacks on, screw him
I think, I'll go as I am.

I get to the lobby the same time as Dave.  He really is so polite
and friendly, maybe I should take him into confidence on this,
ask his advice.  Of course I have only known him for one day,
this is probably just his good side I am seeing.  Anyway I think,
how likely is it that anyone will want to go to the effort of
causing trouble for me for no real reason. There doesn't seem to
be any upside for anyone that I can see.  I decide to wait and
see.

On the way up in the elevator Dave compliments me on my outfit. 
I think he might be a leg man, these pants make my legs look thin
and long.  To help him out I subtly let him know I have a
boyfriend.  I think he's a little disappointed but it's hard to
tell.

I sit down at my desk and switch on my computer. No new emails
which is good. Maybe Peter will get bored and get lost.  Still
I'll see if I can find out if there are any Peters around in the
office, the online directory shows a few but none in my office or
on my floor as far as I can tell.
Later when I get back from lunch I see Dave has a new toy he is
fiddling with, it's a small black box.  He says it's a hardware
security module for our servers, uses its own wireless links to
authorise certain transactions independently of the network etc. 
Sounds very interesting, but not to me.  I leave him to it.

After work I am back at home and decide to check on my email just
in case.  There is another message from Peter.  It just says "I
see you don't care for your position".  Fuck you I think and
leave it at that.

In the morning I wake up and see I have a text message on my
phone, it says "check your email" from some unknown number.  Hmm,
I check my email, it's Peter "wear something nice AND short" then
below it there is a written email addressed to the legal
department at my old company explaining my current circumstance
and giving my position, contact details and current companies
legal department contacts.  He has written "Not sent - yet" at
the bottom.  Bastard I think.  I have to rush now otherwise I am
going to be late, I haven't got time for this rubbish, still I'll
wear a skirt today, not short, well not as short as my boyfriend
likes anyway but a skirt none the less.

Walking in to the office, I am slightly late having had Peter
irritating me.  I see Dave is at his desk cursing the blank box
thing.  I ask him what's going on, he says he's not sure. He had
some luck writing code to access it yesterday but today he is
struggling.  "Computers?" I say and ask him if I can help.  He
says thanks but he will carry on struggling with it.

Later I see Dave seems to have noticed the skirt, or there is a
spider hanging down under my desk that he is struggling to draw
his eyes away from and warn me about.  My skirt today comes to
just below my knees when I am sitting.  Maybe he has caught an
odd flash of my panties and is waiting for the next chance? I
make a note not to wear pink underwear as I did today and to wear
boring underwear if I have to wear a skirt again.  I think to
myself, I like Dave but you get nothing for free!  And smile, I
really am not that type of girl but its fun to think if I was.

That night at home I decide not to check my email.

The next morning though, I have another text message telling me
to check my mail.  I decide it's safer to check it than not to. 
Sure enough there is a message from the night before that I never
checked, it says "that's better, but only just".  And there is a
message from this morning too, it simply says "I mean SHORT, as
in above the knees".  Christ I think what a perv, I grab a skirt
which would normally be fine for work, but with the lack of
modesty boards on these glass desks it is going to be a bit
risqué to sit down with all day - if I don't keep checking it I
could end up with it up about my thighs.  It's not tight though
so I can easily keep the front down between my legs, no panties
showing today - poor Dave I smile to my self.

At the office on time thankfully, I see Dave still had the black
box on his desk.  Hope its going ok for him with it.  I'm just
about to head to lunch and I get a message, its from Peter, it
says "pink seems to be the general favourite, what colour are
yours?  I want to know, make SURE you don't hide them all day
while you sit there!".  What is going on here?  I have been
checking and so far no sign of anyone called Peter, but he must
be somewhere in the office otherwise he wouldn't be able to see
me during the day.  Wait a minute, maybe Peter isn't his name. 
Could it be Dave?  Dave seems to like my legs, he's got the
perfect spot for it?  But he seems like a real gentleman, I'd
even take a fancy to him if I was single.  It can't be can it?

I decide that asking or hinting at it to him is not going to
work, not unless I come right out with it which I really don't
want to do.  I decide to try a test, there are many people in my
area of the office, maybe 20 or 25, but I can see them all quite
well from my position.  I decide to flash my panties subtly at a
time when only Dave could possibly see.  Then depending on Peters
response I will know if Dave is Peter.  They're lacy light green
by the way.

Its mid afternoon, few people around and I can see them all, I
decide now is the time.  I want to make sure however embarrassing
it might be that Dave sees them.  This is serious I could be in a
lot of trouble and I need to know what I am up against.  It's
worth a little embarrassment, and I can't see that it is Dave,
poor guy will probably be more embarrassed than me.  I shift
around a bit, playing with papers on that side of my desk and the
keyboard on the other, I discover it's more difficult to get your
skirt to ride up on queue than I imagined.  I may not get another
chance today when it is this quiet, I must make it happen, I pull
up my dress to my thighs and make sure nothing flaps down in
front on my panties.  My dress is so high it's almost like a
girdle, doesn't seem natural, too late I can't risk changing it
again, Dave didn't see me pull it up but he may look at any
time.  In fact I am counting on that.  He stays looking
 firmly at his screen.  Damn, what am I going to do, I part my
legs a little, maybe 3 inches between my knees, should be able to
see my panties with the light shining through the glass desk. 
Still he hasn't looked as far as I can tell.  I part my legs some
more maybe 9 inches or more, pretend I am briefly reaching over
and have forgotten my modesty.  Anyone who looks this way will be
able to see my green translucent panties even if they are on the
other side of the office.  I stay like that as long as I dare and
then I re-seat myself, pretending to suddenly notice my state and
correct it.  I'm not sure if Dave looked, but I am fairly sure no
one else did.
That night I check my email - nothing.

The next morning also nothing.  Maybe Peter got his rocks off who
knows.  I wear a skirt to be on the safe side, nothing all day
from Peter.  It's the end of the week and I am relieved.  All in
all it has gone well work wise.  My boyfriend is back for the
weekend and I decide not to tell him about this, it will only
make him worry and hopefully it is all over anyway.

I head to work...


To be continued.

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