Ruby McCoy nervously sat down in the chair that had been offered to her. A timid little thing at the best of times, she felt rather intimidated by the three large middle-aged men on the other side of the table, but she was quietly determined to make a good impression – she really needed this job.
The man who had introduced himself as Bob, the Customer Service Director, grinned at her. “I’ve been looking over your C.V.,” he said, “and it seems a little thin. You’ve not got much customer service experience … although to be honest this job would mostly be about acting as a liaison between Customer Service and Operations – how do you feel you would cope with bridging the communications gap between those two departments?”
“I … I think…” began Ruby, then she cursed herself internally for her hesitation. “I mean, I believe I could do that very well. I get along well with people…”
“I’m sure,” said Bob. “But this can be quite a stressful environment, and sometimes tempers get frayed, and one department ends up blaming the other … you see what I mean? We need someone who can defuse those kinds of tensions.”
“Well, frankly, it’s the Ops group that will be toughest to deal with,” said Jack, the Operations Director. “They’re overworked and understaffed, and the hard work they do is too often unappreciated…”
Bob mimed wiping a tear from his eye.
Jack chuckled. “The point is they can be a bit defensive when it comes to having their faults pointed out to them – which is something that you’d have to do quite a bit.”
“So you’d need to be very diplomatic – soften those blows,” said Ian, the tallest and portliest of the trio. He was to be her supervisor, if she got this job. “Do you think you could handle that?”
“I’m sure I could,” said Ruby with as much confidence as she could muster, though her stomach was cramping at the prospect.
Bob was not fooled, and laughed. “Well you’ve got a pretty face, and that’ll soften the blow somewhat.”
Ruby blushed. She was not all that pretty, she knew, but she had made a special effort to look nice for this interview.
“Nice big boobs, too, for your size,” said Jack, staring candidly at her chest.
Ruby’s eyes widened, and she shrank a little in her chair. “Um, thank you,” she muttered, staring at her knees.
“Yes, the boobs will help,” agreed Ian. “A short skirt would help even more.”
“You see, Ruby,” said Bob, “we believe in the personal touch here. While we use email and the phones frequently, for sensitive interactions I feel that face time is key. I don’t want to see you picking up the phone to tell Larry that he’s entered a production order as a stocking order, or Jim that he’s overbooked the machines for next Thursday. I want to see you on your feet, trotting around to his desk, and very diplomatically giving him the news personally.”
Ruby nodded, though she was still reeling from the offhand remarks about boobs and short skirts. “I can definitely do the personal touch,” she said. “You can rely on me to deliver bad news without upsetting the person … I’m giving the news to.”
“Excellent!” said Ian. “Though you may be underestimating the defensiveness of my guys. Sometimes, I have no doubt, they’ll get upset through no fault of yours.”
“And they’re a colourful lot,” added Jack.
“Which is why a short skirt is so important,” said Bob. “And the shorter, the better, to be quite honest.”
He was clearly serious, and Ruby’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Um, how short…?” she asked.
The men laughed. “Good girl!” said Bob. “Well now, let’s see – would you mind getting to your feet for a moment?”
Surprised and uncertain, Ruby stood up – all five foot two inches of her – and as the three men also rose to their feet, they towered over her. Coming round the desk, Bob and Jack chuckled at the disparity between their heights and hers.
“That’s no good,” said Bob, “I can’t see much of you from up here.” He stooped, slipped his hands beneath her armpits, and lifted her up as easily as if she were a doll. She squealed in alarm as he set her down on the chair she had been sitting on. It was a swivel chair, and she put out her arms for balance as she wobbled unsteadily.
“Careful,” said Ian. “We wouldn’t want you falling off and hurting yourself.”
“Here, I’ll hold you steady,” said Bob, placing his large hands either side of her hips. His fingers curled around to rest against her buttocks.
“Now this, you see,” said Jack, taking hold of the hem of Ruby’s navy blue skirt, which was just below knee level, “is far too long.”
“Lift it up a bit, Jack,” said Ian. “Let’s see how a shorter skirt would look on her.”
Jack positioned himself behind Ruby, and hoisted her skirt up until the hem was halfway up her thighs. Ruby raised her anxious fists up to her chin, mortified by the three men’s grinning stares, which were fixated on her legs.
“Not bad!” said Ian. “Not bad at all. You have nice legs, Ruby.”
“Thanks!” squeaked Ruby.
Jack lifted her skirt up another three inches or so. “How’s that?”
“Even better!” approved Bob, his fingertips idly stroking Ruby’s buttocks through her skirt. “What do you think, Ruby – would you be comfortable wearing a skirt of this length every day?”
“I’m not sure,” said Ruby unhappily, feeling very exposed. “Um, can I get down please?”
Bob helped her off the chair, and then he, Jack and Ian returned to the other side of the desk. “Hmm,” said Bob, “well, I’m not sure that there’s much more to discuss. Thanks for coming in, Ruby. We’ll let you know.”
Ruby’s heart sank – she’d heard that often enough to know it was not good news. Her stomach churning, she swallowed nervously, then plucked up the courage to say, in a slightly faltering voice, “I c-could wear really short skirts, if that’s what you think the job requires.”
Bob raised an eyebrow. “Oh yes?” he said. “Are you sure about that?”
Ruby, her heart pounding, reached down and grasped her skirt halfway between waistband and hem. Pulling it upwards, she suppressed a gulp as the hem passed her knees and slowly climbed up her thighs. She stopped when it reached the midpoint between her knees and crotch. “Would this be short enough?”
Little beads of sweat broke out on Ruby’s brow, and her hands trembled slightly as she pulled her skirt up higher. She was clearly going to have to make a strong statement in order to get this job. She was way out of her comfort zone, but if her bosses thought a scandalous skirt was not only okay but necessary, then she supposed she could bring herself to wear one. She gritted her teeth, and hiked up the hem still further. “H-how about this?” she asked.
“I like it!” said Ian, clapping his hands. “That’s commitment for you, Bob!”
“Impressive!” admitted Bob. “You wouldn’t be falsely representing yourself though, would you Ruby? If we gave you the job based on this promise of yours, we would be rather upset if you started turning up in skirts longer than that.”
“That won’t happen,” Ruby promised, though she was wilting inside. How could she possibly come to work every day in skirts this short?
“Tell you what,” said Jack, grabbing a black marker pen from Bob’s desk. “I’ll draw a line on your leg at the current level of your hemline. That will help you to know whether a skirt is short enough to wear to this office.” He came around the desk as he said this, and knelt down in front of Ruby. As he raised the pen, he used it to push up her skirt a little before drawing his line.
“And for the sake of variety,” said Bob, “I hope you won’t wear exactly the same length of skirt every time…”
“I can vary the lengths,” nodded Ruby, trying not to show how anxious this prospect made her. If this length was to be the maximum, then any variance would have to be on the shorter side. And how could she wear a shorter skirt than this?
“And can you maybe show a little more chest?” said Ian. “You have such nice breasts – the Ops group would be putty in your hands if you showed them a nice bit of cleavage.”
Ruby dropped her skirt, and nervously unfastened a button on her blouse. “Like this?” Then, seeing their underwhelmed expressions, she undid another button. Now she was showing quite an expanse of cleavage, and her bra would be visible to anyone looking from her left or even slightly above her.
“Much better!” said Ian.
“All right!” said Bob. “Well, I can’t say yay or nay right away, Ruby, but you seem like you would fit in here pretty well. Thanks for coming – I’ll give you a call by the end of the week to let you know.”
“Thank you!” gasped Ruby, picking up her pad, pen and C.V. before turning towards the door. She wanted very much to refasten at least one of her buttons, but that might compromise her chances of landing the job. If she wanted this job, and she did, she would just have to get used to showing this much of her breasts…
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She got the job. Which was quite a relief, as her latest rent payment had almost emptied her current account. Her happiness, however, was tempered with worry about what she was going to wear on her first day – not to mention all the other days after that.
A weekend’s frantic shopping unearthed very few skirts that did not overshoot the line Jack had drawn – and none that she considered suitable for an office environment. Late on Sunday afternoon, exhausted from her search, she eventually bought several smart skirts of conservative lengths, with a view to shortening them herself.
She was not a bad seamstress, but it was a more difficult job than she had thought. She skirt she had chosen to wear for her first day tomorrow was pleated – she had figured that if she made a mess of her shortening job, the pleats would hide any imperfections. Unfortunately, although she ended up doing quite well, it took most of the evening, and she was practically falling asleep by the time she eventually put it down and dragged herself upstairs to bed.
The following morning, she put it on, and her heart nearly leaped into her mouth. It was far shorter than she had expected! Actually it only stopped half an inch short of the faded marker pen line, but the result was far worse than she had feared – she looked half naked! Her skirt barely covered her buttocks at the back, and if she bent over at all… She shuddered … it would not do to bend over – not even slightly!
She drove to her new workplace, but stayed in her car for a few minutes, working up the courage to get out and enter the building. The thought of going into an office full of people, most of whom were men, while wearing this tiny skirt … it was terrifying! Yet she would have to do it, sooner or later. And nine o’clock was fast approaching.
Taking a deep breath, she got out of her car, locked it, and headed inside. The receptionist looked her up and down with a frown of disapproval. “Yes?” she said.
“Er, hi,” said Ruby nervously. “My name’s Ruby McCoy – I’m starting work here today?”
“Oh yes – go on in and see Ian – I’m assuming you’ve met him already…”
Ruby nodded. “Thank you,” she said.
Inside, she soon found Ian’s office, but he was on the phone, so she waited in the doorway and tried not to fidget. He looked up, looked at her legs, grinned, and gave her a thumbs-up. “Sorry Tim, got to go – new employee here. Yup – bye.” He hung up and got to his feet. “Welcome aboard! I’ll show you to your desk.”
He led her out into the maze of cubicles, and pointed to an empty one. Her name was on a little green plaque on the outer wall. “I believe your account has been set up already,” said Ian. “Your password will be blank to start with, but you’ll be prompted to change it.”
“Thank you,” said Ruby. “Um, will there be some … training…?”
“Oh, you’ll pick it up as you go along,” said Ian cheerfully. “If you get stuck, feel free to come and ask me questions. But you should find everything fairly straightforward. I recommend you walk around, introduce yourself to people, get to know what they all do.”
“Okay,” said Ruby.
Ian reached over and unfastened one of her blouse buttons, making her gasp and raise her hands to fend him off. But her resistance was too little and too late. “That’s better,” he said. “Forgot, did you?”
She blushed. “I suppose I did,” she said. In fact she hadn’t forgotten that she was supposed to show a lot of cleavage – she had just hoped that Ian had.
“Off you go, then,” said Ian. “Have fun.”
As she entered her cubicle, Ruby wrinkled her nose at a nasty smell filling the air. She hoped it was just something temporary – she was going to be working here for a long time (hopefully) and did not want to have to put up with a smell like this. It was disgusting, and decidedly excremental in nature.
She pulled the swivel chair out from her desk, and gasped in horror. On the seat, right in the middle, was a large pile of what looked like … and what had to be, in fact … human turds. There were four of them, heaped one on top of another, and they looked (and smelled) quite fresh. She was horrified, and almost lost her breakfast there and then.
Backing away from the awful sight and smell, she hurried to Ian’s office again. He had just sat back down at his desk, and looked up at her quizzically as she entered. “Yes?” he inquired.
“Ian – someone’s … done something to my chair,” said Ruby, in great agitation.
“What do you mean?” asked Ian.
“They’ve … put something on it!” said Ruby, trying to exclaim while keeping her voice low. “Something nasty!”
Ian got to his feet and followed Ruby back to her desk. She pointed to the pile of poo, and he laughed. “Yuck!” he said. “I’m guessing some of the Ops group decided to play a little prank on the new girl. Don’t let them get to you, Ruby – you won’t last long here if you do.” He turned and headed back to his office.
Ruby, nonplussed, looked around to see if there was a spare chair anywhere. She could not see one, so she went off to look further afield. A walk around the entire office revealed that none of the cubicles was unoccupied. But then she found a conference room with very comfy-looking red swivel chairs arranged around a long table. She glanced around nervously. Would anybody mind if she took one? Probably. But the alternative was sitting on poo, and she could not possibly do that. Her heart beating rapidly, she began to wheel one of the chairs towards the door.
Just as she reached it, Bob walked past. He stopped and frowned at her. “Stealing company property already, Ruby?”
“No!” she said, horrified. “But my chair’s all … messy. I was hoping I could use one of these.”
“Those chairs aren’t to be removed from the conference room, Ruby,” said Bob severely. “You’ll just have to make do with what you have.”
Dejectedly, Ruby walked back to her cubicle. The pile of poo was waiting for her, taunting her. Well, not taunting her exactly, but she felt as if it were. She stared at it for a full minute or more, before she suddenly remembered that Ian had advised her to go around and meet her new colleagues. Right now that sounded like an excellent idea.
She started with the Ops group, which appeared to consist entirely of men. As she said hello to the first one she found, the rest all got up from their cubicles and surrounded her.
“Nice to have you on board,” said a tall blond-haired man as he stared, grinning, at her exposed cleavage.
In fact none of them were looking her in the face. The stocky man in his forties, in whose cubicle she was standing, had remained sitting down and was watching her hemline with great interest. The rest were mostly goggling at her breasts, those either side of her craning their necks to try to peek inside her blouse at her bra.
Yet their conversation was innocent enough, to begin with. “You’ll soon pick everything up,” said the blond man, who had introduced himself as Tony. “The mainframe is very intuitive, and you’ll only have to familiarise yourself with a few small parts of it.”
“Good,” said Ruby. “Thank you.” She was feeling rather intimidated, and the penetrating gazes at her cleavage and legs were making her feel flustered, so that she could not think of anything to say.
“I like your outfit,” said Ray, the man who was sitting down.
“Um, thanks,” said Ruby, blushing. “Bob and Ian insisted that I wear short skirts for working here.”
“Cool!” said Keith, another large man. “So you’ll be wearing skirts this short all the time?”
“I suppose so,” Ruby said rather regretfully.
“Nice,” said Ray, chuckling with approval.
Ruby was feeling very uncomfortable by now, and anxious to leave Ray’s cubicle, but the narrow entrance was being blocked by Keith and a shorter, older man name Alec. Instead she chose to change the subject. “So, this mainframe of yours – could you give me a quick demonstration?”
“Sure!” said Ray, turning towards his computer. He flipped to a window showing a pale blue display. “This is SAP…” As he spoke, Ruby watched over his shoulder, paying close attention, until she felt something brush against her bottom. Assuming it was just one of the men behind her accidentally bumping into her, she ignored the touch … until it returned. This time it felt more like a hand, resting lightly on her buttock. She reached back and pushed the hand away.
“These are all the Operations programs,” said Ray. “We use most of them, but you’ll probably mostly be using just two of them – here, let me show you how to add them to your favourites…”
The hand returned, this time cupping her left buttock more firmly. Another hand grasped her right buttock, and she sensed that it did not belong to the same person. She was pretty sure that it was Keith, who was standing just behind her left shoulder, who was squeezing her left buttock, but he could not possibly be groping both buttocks at the same time from there.
Her stomach cramping with stress, she reached back and pushed the two hands away, but they returned only a few seconds later. She pushed them away again, and this time kept her hands behind her, ready to fend off any further attempts. But the two hands returned, and they were very persistent, and very good at getting past her own hands. One slipped between her thighs, just below her crotch, and she clamped her thighs together to prevent it from sliding up any higher. But it quickly pulled free, and its fingers began stroking the underside of her buttock.
Then Keith’s other hand came up in front of her, and brazenly cupped her left breast through the thin material of her blouse. She brought her left hand up to push Keith’s away, but this left her buttocks relatively unprotected, and despite the efforts of her right hand, she felt her skirt being lifted up, and hands squeezing and caressing both buttocks through her panties.
She was pretty sure it was Alec’s hand that slipped around her upper right arm to grab her right breast. Giving up the hopeless task of trying to protect her buttocks, she brought her right arm up and folded her arms across her chest, blocking her breasts from Keith’s and Alec’s hands.
But now of course her buttocks were entirely unprotected, and she felt Keith’s hand slipping inside her panties, his fingers probing between her buttocks. Her breath coming in panicked gasps, she tried to pay attention to what Ray was telling her, but when one of Keith’s fingers touched her vaginal opening, she felt a scream building within her.
She knew that a more assertive woman would not have let the groping go this far, and that she should have done something differently, and sooner. But her rational good sense always seemed to desert her in high-stress situations – a trait that she had understandably omitted to mention in her interview. And now, she was about to scream her head off … and that would surely mean the loss of her job. After all, it would be her word against five long-standing employees of the company – and she had no doubt whose story would be believed. Unfortunately she had once been pressured by a former boyfriend to press charges against a serial groper at a fast food company she had worked at in her teens … and the jury had found the man not guilty after the rest of the restaurant staff had joined forces against her. Now she was on the record as a woman with a history of falsely accusing co-workers of sexual harassment … also something she had omitted to mention during her interview. At any rate, she knew she could not possibly press charges against any of her new colleagues, and even complaining to HR was a daunting prospect that she would be unlikely to subject herself to.
But a scream was about to come out anyway. Desperate to prevent a scene, Ruby turned around quickly. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, “I really should get back to my desk.” There was a slight gap between Alec and Keith now, and she threw herself at it. Surprised, the men allowed her to pass through, and she scurried away with a sigh of relief.
Returning to her cubicle, her sense of relief evaporated as she was confronted once again by the pile of poo on her chair. She felt herself wilt a little inside as she imagined sitting down on that mess. But what else could she do? She had to use her computer sooner or later, and there were no other chairs for her to sit on. She could hardly kneel on the floor in front of her desk all day, and if she stood in front of it, she would have to bend over to type on the keyboard, and that would kill her back pretty quickly. Not to mention the fact that her panties would probably be visible to anyone passing behind her.
With an unhappy whimper, she resigned herself to sitting herself down on the poo. If her skirt were a little longer, she would worry about getting it messy, but it was so short that its hem at the back would be behind her bottom, rather than beneath it, when she sat down. Her panties would get messy, of course, which was unfortunate, because they would be very hard to clean afterwards, and perhaps would be completely ruined. Which would be a shame, because they were new and quite a pretty shade of pale pink.
It occurred to her that she could take them off first … which would prevent them from getting messy, but would mean that there would be nothing keeping the poo from touching her bottom. The idea was disgusting! But at least she could clean herself fairly easily…
After a short and unhappy debate with herself, she reluctantly decided to save her panties by taking them off. But she did not dare to remove her panties in her cubicle, in case somebody saw her and wondered why she was doing such a thing. So she took her purse to the bathroom, shut herself in a stall, and took her panties off. Popping them in her purse, she returned to her desk.
Taking a deep breath, and steeling herself internally, she slowly lowered herself on to her chair. When the topmost poo touched her pussy, she shuddered in revulsion, and almost threw up … but she forced herself to calm down and take a few deep breaths. Then she sat down properly.
The poo squished between her labia in a way that she had not expected, and which thoroughly disgusted her. She could feel it oozing around her clitoris, and even pushing slightly into her vagina. Further back, it pressed between her buttocks and spread them apart, squishing against her anus and then oozing both forward and backward from there. The front of the pile was forced upwards between her thighs until her pussy was completely surrounded by poo.
It felt as disgusting as it smelled, and it took several minutes for Ruby to regain enough composure to think about what she was doing on her computer. Having logged in and changed her password, she pulled up Outlook and discovered she already had several emails. One of them was a request from someone called Neil Mackay – it said, “Good morning Ruby! Welcome to the company. Sorry to drop this on you so soon, but please could you look at order # 1898574 – it’s given me an earliest possible PDD of 7/6 but that’s too late for the customer. They really need the order by 7/1. The Ops group doesn’t like me – but I’m hoping they’ll maybe try a little harder for the new girl? See what you can do – thanks!”
Ruby broke out in a cold sweat – she had no idea what a PDD was, or how to persuade the Ops group to improve it. She pulled up SAP and tried to remember how to get to the program Ray had been showing her … but her Favourites contained no programs at all yet, and the menu tree was vast and complicated. Her pussy squelched around in the thick poo as she shifted her weight and crossed her legs absent-mindedly.
She looked at some of the other emails – there was one from Keith, thanking her for looking so sexy and being a ‘good sport’, and one from Ray, saying how brilliant it was to have such a pretty colleague who wasn’t afraid to wear so little. Ruby wanted to reply to them saying that she thought they were both jerks, but she knew that these were the people she was supposed to be building the strongest relationships with. So, although her heart sank to do so, she replied to both of them, thanking them for their kind compliments and saying how much she was looking forward to working with them.
An hour later, she still had not taken care of Neil’s request, though it was weighing heavily on her mind. She heard footsteps behind her, and turned to see a young, good-looking man smiling down at her. His expression quickly changed, however, as he sniffed the air. “Uh, gross!” he said. “Did you…”
“No!” said Ruby quickly. “Someone played a prank on me by putting … poo on my chair.”
“Uh-huh,” said the man, frowning. He stared down at her thighs – almost all of which were uncovered by her very short skirt. “So, what, are you sitting on it?”
Ruby nodded, and hung her head. “There weren’t any other chairs.”
“Right,” conceded the man. “We had a spare cubicle and a spare chair until you joined us. Now we don’t. Anyway I was wondering if you got my email? I’m Neil.”
“Oh!” said Ruby, alarmed. “Yes – I was just trying to figure out what a PDD is…”
“Projected Delivery Date,” said Neil, now looking at her extensive cleavage. “Good grief – couldn’t you have asked?”
Ruby blushed with shame. She had always been reluctant to ask questions and be thought foolish, even when her ignorance was clearly not her fault. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ll get you an answer as soon as possible.”
Neil nodded. He reached down, grasped her left breast, and squeezed it. “Well, nice to meet you,” he said.
It happened so suddenly that Ruby did not even have time to raise her hand to deflect his. “Nice to meet you too!” she gasped.
He grinned, and walked away, leaving Ruby feeling very flustered. These people were crazy – and horrible! Was everybody going to grope her?
A little later, she realised she needed to pay a visit to the bathroom, so she grasped the arms of her chair and pushed herself up off the seat. To her disgust, most of the poo stuck to her bottom and pussy, which left her in a quandary. The walk to the bathroom was a long one, and it was very likely that she would drop some poo on the floor along the way. This would not do at all – for one thing it would be highly embarrassing if someone saw her do it, and for another, she would feel obliged to clean it up, which would mean bending down and exposing her poo-covered buttocks to anyone behind her.
With a sigh, she retrieved her panties from her purse, glanced around to make sure nobody was looking her way, and then she stepped into them and pulled them up as quickly as possible. Now the mass of poo sticking to her buttocks and pussy was trapped inside her panties, and she could safely go to the bathroom.
She did so, grimacing when the poo rubbed between her buttocks and against her pussy as she walked. Once in a stall, she pulled down her panties and sat down. A couple of small chunks of poo had remained in her panties, but the rest was still apparently stuck to her. She peed, and then gingerly dabbed herself dry with a piece of toilet paper, trying not to get poo on her fingers. The paper came back all brown and messy, and she shuddered and dropped it into the bowl. She pulled her panties back up, tugging them snugly against her poo-plastered buttocks. She really wanted to clean herself properly, but there wasn’t much paper left in the dispenser, and in any case it would take forever, and require soap and water, since much of it had dried on in the past couple of hours.
She washed her hands, and returned to her cubicle. The poo on her chair had been reduced to a broad messy patch with a few small flattened lumps here and there. She sat down, sandwiching her panties between the poo within and the poo on the chair. Once again her labia squelched into poo, which oozed disgustingly around and between them.
Now, of course, she had to decide what to do about Neil’s request. She was very tempted to simply forward his email to Keith or Ray or Alec or Tony or Simon, but she was mindful of Bob’s words at her interview: he wanted her to make such requests in person. But how could she go over there with her panties full of poo? What if they were horrible to her? She thought it quite likely that they were all in on the ‘poo prank’, and would therefore not be surprised at her messiness. Nevertheless, that might not prevent them from teasing her about it.
But she did not want to incur the wrath of Bob. Getting up stickily, she wrote the order number on a post-it note, then she walked down the aisle and around to the Ops group’s cubicles.
She went to Simon’s cubicle this time, since he had not groped her on her last visit, and had been slightly less of a jerk than the others. He was also, she had to admit, quite a handsome man, though he was at least fifteen years older than she.
He turned as she entered his cubicle, and smiled at her. Then he recoiled with a frown. “Ugh – is that you?”
“Someone put poo on my chair,” said Ruby, thoroughly embarrassed.
“Really?” asked Keith, coming over and standing behind her.
“Someone did what?” asked Alec, popping his head up from the adjacent cubicle.
“And you sat in it?” asked Simon curiously, with his hand over his nose.
Keith lifted the back of her skirt. “It seems to have got inside your panties!” he said. “How did that happen?”
Ruby almost died inside. In a faltering mumble, she explained what she had done, and why.
Keith laughed. “Well, your nice skirt will get all dirty if you’re not careful.” He started rolling it up, exposing her poo-filled panties. “There – this will keep it away from the mess.” He finished the job, and now Ruby’s panties were entirely on display, with her skirt rolled up and tucked into her waistband on all sides.
“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.
Jack was walking past, and he stopped in surprise when he saw Ruby’s panties. “What the hell’s going on?” he demanded.
“Ruby shit herself,” said Keith, before Ruby had even opened her mouth to reply.
Ruby gasped, and Jack stared at her. “Why haven’t you cleaned up, then?” he asked her.
“I…” began Ruby, but Alec interrupted her.
“There was so much shit that she was afraid she’d block up the toilet,” he said.
“Plus, she likes the way it feels on her pussy,” said Keith.
“No, that’s not…” whispered Ruby, horrified by what they were saying.
“Well I’m not at all sure about this,” said Jack, frowning. “Ruby, you’d better come with me to see Bob. No, don’t untuck your skirt – I want him to see you as I just found you.”
Ruby felt utterly humiliated as Jack led her past cubicle after cubicle containing people she had not yet been introduced to, and whose first impression of her was now of a woman with poo-filled panties and a skirt that was rolled up to form a belt. Laughter and scornful comments followed her.
They were almost at Bob’s office when a woman in her mid-thirties approached Jack. “Jack, have you got a minute? It’s urgent…”
Jack nodded, and followed the woman. Ruby, not knowing what to do now, but reluctant to stand outside Bob’s office with full panties for however long it would take for Jack to return, followed. But as she walked down one of the customer service aisles, and every head turned towards her as she passed, she began to regret her decision. Soon everybody in the aisle was on their feet, staring at her panties.
The woman disappeared into an office at the end of the aisle. Jack turned back to Ruby and said, “Wait here.” He entered the office, and the door closed.
Within seconds, a little crowd had gathered around Ruby. “Have an accident, did you?” asked a short, tubby brunette with an expression of contempt on her face.
“Looks like she’s been sitting in it!” said a man behind her. “It’s all over, look.”
“Does the little baby need a nappy?” sneered the brunette.
“Perhaps she’s one of those ‘adult babies’,” suggested another of the men.
Ruby, frozen in panic, could not think of anything to say.
“She’s certainly a pervert,” said the brunette.
“And look at how much cleavage she’s showing!” said another woman. “Shameless! Flaunting her breasts like that.”
“They do look like very nice breasts, though,” said a man to Ruby’s left. He reached out and gave her left breast a squeeze. Ruby gasped, and recoiled, and everyone around her laughed.
“She dresses like a slut, yet she’s shocked when she’s treated like one!” said the brunette, smiling nastily. “Perhaps you should teach her a lesson, Mike. Give the little tease a groping she’ll never forget.”
“What’s that, Jackie?” asked Bob sharply. He had come to see what the fuss was about, though nobody had noticed him approach.
Jackie’s face fell as she saw him. “Just having a bit of a laugh with the temp,” she said.
“She’s not a temp, she’s our newest permanent employee,” barked Bob. “I instructed her to dress like that, so don’t you dare give her a hard time about it!”
“Sorry Bob,” she muttered.
Bob reached out and grabbed hold of Jackie’s right breast with his finger and thumb. He pinched hard, and Jackie yelped and tried to pull away. But Bob pulled back, and she was obliged to come to him, whimpering. He reached down, lifted up her skirt, and slid his hand into her panties. From the way she suddenly gasped, Ruby guessed that he had slid a finger inside her.
“So,” said Bob sternly, “how does it feel to be groped in public?”
Jackie hung her head. “Humiliating,” she said.
“Now I want you to apologise to Ruby!”
“Sorry Ruby,” said Jackie sullenly.
“Say it like you mean it!”
Jackie looked up, and as her eyes met Ruby’s, they were full of hatred. But then she contrived to look vaguely apologetic, and said, “I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Ruby. She was a bundle of emotions – relieved to have been rescued, but shocked by Bob’s treatment of Jackie (though she could not help feeling a sliver of satisfaction, too).
“Now get back to work, all of you!” said Bob, releasing Jackie. As everyone dispersed, he said, “Ruby, come to my office.”
Ruby followed him, her stomach aflutter with trepidation. Inside Bob’s office, she stood in front of his desk and waited while he took his seat.
“So Ruby,” said Bob. “I love the rolled-up skirt – that’s a fantastic idea – but what’s up with all the shit?”
Ruby, in a small voice, explained again what had happened. The story made Bob chuckle.
“Well, Ruby,” he said, “you’re having a hell of a first day. But things will get better, don’t you worry. Okay, you can go back to your desk now.”
“Should I clean up?” she asked.
“No!” said Bob. “It would take too much time out of your day, and I don’t want you blocking up one of the toilets.”
“Oh,” said Ruby glumly. “Can I at least untuck my skirt?”
“No,” said Bob cheerfully. “I like it the way it is. Besides, you wouldn’t want it to get messy, would you?”
“I suppose not,” said Ruby unhappily. She returned to her desk and sat down, once again shivering in disgust as the thick layer of poo squelched messily around her buttocks and pussy.
For the rest of the day she was on her feet as often as not, ferrying requests and messages from Customer Service to Operations. Sometimes the messages were so trivial that she wondered why her colleagues did not use email instead of involving her … but she had to admit that she was learning quickly on account of all of these interactions.
She was horribly embarrassed to be walking around with her poo-filled panties constantly on display, but after Bob’s earlier dressing-down of Jackie, people seemed to be treading a lot more carefully around her. She only heard a few muttered comments about her messy panties, and nobody tried to grope her.
At the end of the day, it was with great relief that she went out to her car, untucking her skirt and pulling it down over her panties as she left the building. Her poo was fairly dry by now, so she did not make much of a mess when she sat down in the driver’s seat. She drove home, took off her clothes, and cleaned herself up under a nice hot shower.
She microwaved a packaged lasagne for dinner, then set about shortening another skirt for the next day. This time she picked a smart purple cotton skirt which was far easier to shorten than the pleated skirt. She was quite proud of the fact that, when she put it on, its hemline was exactly at the same level as the mark on her thigh, which was now invisible although she knew from memory where it had been in comparison to various subtle features of the skin of her thigh.
The following morning, she went to work determined to have a better day. The poo on her chair would be dry by now and would not get her messy. Her panties would be covered. Nobody would tease or grope her, thanks to Bob’s intervention yesterday. And she had learned a lot about the company’s business, so she would be better able to handle questions and requests today.
All of her high spirits, however, evaporated when she arrived at her cubicle, pulled out her chair, and saw a fresh pile of poo on her seat. Aghast, she stared at it for a full minute – it was even larger than the pile of the previous day, consisting of six long, chunky turds. Each was distinct from the others in terms of colour and consistency, suggesting that six different people had contributed. Her heart sank.
“Oh dear!” said Keith, chuckling as he came to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder at the pile of poo. “Looks like it’s another messy-panties day for you.” Then he cupped her buttocks with both hands, and gave them a squeeze. She gasped and put her hands back to push him away, but he had already let go and was walking away, laughing.
With tears forming in her eyes, she marched over to Bob’s office. He had come to her rescue before – perhaps he could do so again. She knocked on his door, and then cracked it open and peered inside.
“Ruby!” said Bob, with a warm smile. “Come in!” But as soon as she entered the room, his face fell. “Oh Ruby,” he said reproachfully. “That skirt’s exactly the same length as yesterday’s! Didn’t I tell you to vary them?”
“It’s half an inch longer than yesterday’s!” said Ruby.
“Don’t talk back,” said Bob sternly. “Half an inch is not variety. Make sure you’re wearing something much shorter tomorrow. Now, what can I do for you?”
Ruby, a little thrown, said, “Um, I was wondering if you could do something about … I mean, my colleagues seem to have played the same prank on me that they did yesterday.”
“More poo on your chair?” asked Bob in surprise.
Ruby nodded, and her lower lip wobbled. Tears started from her eyes. “They’re all being so horrible to me,” she whispered.
“Poor Ruby,” said Bob sympathetically. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Ruby walked around to Bob’s side of the desk, but was a little alarmed when she saw him pat his left thigh as if inviting her to sit on it. She looked up at him in surprise.
“Take a seat, and tell me all about it,” said Bob.
“Um, I’m happy standing…” said Ruby.
“Nonsense!” said Bob. “We’re like a family here – no need to be all formal. Come on – sit down.”
So Ruby reluctantly turned around and sat down gingerly on Bob’s left thigh as he spread his knees to accommodate her. Then he brought his right knee back to the middle, gently trapping her own thighs between his. He put his left arm around her waist, and pulled her close in to his body. Then, with his right hand, he gently pulled her head against his broad left shoulder.
“There, there,” he said, stroking her hair. “See, this is nice, isn’t it? Now tell me your troubles.”
Ruby felt somewhat comforted, but also a little nervous. She started telling Bob about how the Operations group had groped her the day before, but as she spoke, she could not help noticing that Bob’s right hand was undoing one of the buttons on her blouse. She hesitated.
“Go on,” said Bob encouragingly. As Ruby continued to tell her tale, he slowly reached inside her blouse and began to stroke the flesh of her left breast with the back of his fingers, just above the cup of her bra.
“Bob…” said Ruby anxiously. “Do you realise you’re … groping me?”
It was a stupid question, she knew immediately. Of course he realised!
“You don’t mind, do you?” inquired Bob, now caressing her entire breast through her bra.
“Well…” began Ruby.
“I said, you don’t mind, do you?” repeated Bob, and this time there was a slight edge to his voice.
“No, of course not,” mumbled Ruby submissively.
“Good girl,” said Bob, slipping his hand inside her bra. His hand, large as it was, could not fully encompass her breast, but he stroked and squeezed it while his palm rubbed her nipple in wide circles. “Do go on.”
“Well, I was hoping,” said Ruby in a small voice, “that after you told off Jackie yesterday, they wouldn’t bother me any more. And they didn’t, for the rest of the day yesterday – pretty much anyway. But this morning, I hadn’t been here a minute when Keith grabbed my bottom.”
“Can you blame him?” asked Bob, now gently pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb. “You have a nice bottom, and you are wearing a very short skirt.”
“Because you won’t let me wear anything longer!” said Ruby, slightly indignantly.
Bob gently pushed her backwards so that she was reclining against his left arm, while with his right he slipped her bra off her left shoulder and pulled her bra cup down. Then, bending his head down, he planted his lips on her exposed breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Anyway,” said Ruby, a little uncertainly, trying to ignore the sensation of Bob’s tongue playing with her nipple. “It rather looks as if they haven’t learned anything from yesterday after all, and they’re going to keep groping me and leaving poo on my chair.” She waited for Bob to respond, but he said nothing, and merely continued to suckle and slurp on her nipple. After a couple of minutes, she added, “So … this is me, complaining about that…”
After another couple of minutes, she sighed. “Perhaps I should get back to work?” she said.
Bob raised his head, and smiled. “Sounds like a good idea,” he said. “Well, I’m glad we had this little chat. Feel free to stop in any time, whenever there’s something on your mind.”
“Thanks,” said Ruby, disheartened. She tucked her breast back into her bra, refastened the button Bob had undone, and got to her feet. “Thanks for listening.”
Returning to her desk, she sighed heavily at the sight of the large pile of poo that was still waiting for her. It was clear that she was going to get even messier today than she had yesterday. Once she sat in that lot, it would spread everywhere, and the only choice she had in the matter seemed to be how much of her clothing got messy too.
Taking off her panties had not worked very well yesterday – they had ended up messy anyway. Rolling up her skirt had worked perfectly, with barely a trace of poo appearing on it by the end of the day. But it had been useless as a skirt, of course – she might as well have taken it off entirely. In fact, that was probably her best option for today – to remove her skirt before sitting down.
So perhaps she should remove her skirt, but keep her panties on, and just sit down on the pile of poo like that. But then … what would happen when she got up? With chunks of poo clinging tenuously to the outside of her panties, would she not make a horrible mess of the floor wherever she went? She did not want to get into trouble – she had seen how Bob treated people he was angry with.
Maybe, therefore, she should stick with her solution of the previous day – to remove her panties, sit down, and then pull them back up when she had to get up. She contemplated the consequences of employing this strategy with the extra large pile, and soon saw the flaw in the plan – there was no way that all of this poo would cling to her buttocks when she got up, so a lot of it would remain on the seat. When she sat down again, all of that poo would cling to the outside of her panties, with the potential for falling off again at inconvenient moments. Unless … unless she pulled her panties down again before sitting down?
She talked herself through it all. Pull panties down. Sit down. Get up. Pull panties up. Pull panties down again. Sit down again. Stand up again. Pull panties up again. Would she eventually end up with all of the poo in her panties? Possibly. There would still be a horrible mess on the seat, which would then get all over the outside of her panties once she finally sat down with them on. And if she never did that … then everybody who came along would see her naked from the waist down and sitting in a pile of poo.
She sighed. If only she could get all of the poo into her panties without making such a horrible mess. But she did not dare to touch any of it with her hands… Perhaps she could use tissues – if she had any. Then suddenly it occurred to her that there was a roll of paper towels in the kitchen – that would be ideal! She hurried to the kitchen and tore off a couple of sheets, then she returned to her desk. Looking around and finding that nobody was watching her, she quickly unzipped, pulled down, and stepped out of her skirt. She folded it up and placed it on the side of her desk, then, screwing up her face, she placed a paper towel over the top of the pile of poo, and closed her hand around the topmost turd.
When she drew back, lifting up the turd, it sagged and broke into two pieces, one of which dropped back down on to the side of the pile and rolled downhill, stopping barely an inch from the edge of the seat. She left it for the moment, and pulled open the back of her panties with her free hand. She reached back with the hand holding the poo, and shook it until the turd dropped free from the towel, falling into her panties. She shuddered as it slid down the white cotton material and became lodged at the base of her buttocks, about an inch below her anus.
The paper towel was quite soggy and brown now, but she had only brought two sheets from the kitchen, and she still had a lot of poo to pick up, so she stuck with the same piece. Gingerly picking up the chunk that had fallen from the first turd, she dropped it into her panties next to the first piece. Then she went to pick up another poo from the pile, but the next one had sunk a little more into the general mass, and she had to actually stick her fingers into the pile in order to grab hold of the turd. As she was closing her fingers around it, suddenly her middle finger punctured the soggy paper and sank into the poo beyond.
The sensation was so disgusting that she retched, but fortunately she managed not to throw up. She lifted the turd out of the pile, and somehow this time contrived to keep it in one piece while she transferred it into the back of her panties. Shaking the paper, she managed to dump out the poo, which slapped against her left buttock and then fell down to lie sideways behind both. Unfortunately, when she brought the paper towel back in front of her, she noticed that a large piece was missing – it had presumably become stuck to the poo and had fallen into her panties.
Disgusted, she craned her neck to try to see where the paper was, and managed to catch a glimpse of it, still wrapped around the middle of the turd. She reached into her panties and gingerly, with a finger and thumb, teased the paper away from the poo, and succeeded in retrieving it in one piece.
She dropped the two pieces of the paper towel into her bin, and used the other piece to pick up the next turd. This was even more solidly wedged into the pile, but with the fresh piece of paper she managed to grab hold of it without getting her fingers any more messy. However, being long and quite soft, this piece also broke when she tried to pick it up, and she had to make two trips in order to get it all into her panties.
There were three turds left, but they had been compressed by the ones above into a single lumpy mass, and would be difficult to pick up individually. Nevertheless, Ruby tried. She laid her soggy second paper towel over the top of the pile, and then started to push her fingers downwards in an attempt to grab hold of a chunk. This time, two of her fingers punched through the paper, and she recoiled in disgust. Looking at her fingers, she was horrified to see that she had got poo under her nails – surely, this experience could not possibly get any more disgusting!
She lifted the useless piece of paper off the poo pile, and tossed it in the bin. Her fingers were messy now anyway – she might as well just use her bare hands for the rest. Grimacing with revulsion, she hesitantly reached out to touch the pile, and then – and this was the hardest thing she had ever had to do – she began to sink her fingers into the poo, either side of a long, fat yellowish-brown turd.
Shuddering and nauseous, she pushed her fingers through the poo until they came together on the far side of the fat turd. Then she pulled upwards … but only the central third of the turd came free. The smell was overpowering, and she felt rather faint. She dropped the chunk into the increasingly crowded back of her panties, which were now beginning to sag downwards from the weight of poo.
Her hand was covered with poo – this was the most disgusting experience of her life. But she bravely soldiered on, picking up the next piece and tucking into the back of her panties. She was aware that she could not fit much more in there, and moreover she was worried about it all spilling out when she sat down. Therefore, as she picked up the last piece of the fat poo, she pulled open the front of her panties with her clean hand, and dropped it in there. It nestled squishily against her pussy.
There were still two other turds, lying side by side but squished together at one end, and partially flattened for much of their lengths owing to the weight of poo they had borne. Ruby carefully picked up the longer piece, or at least part of it, for it broke as she lifted it, and tucked it into the front of her panties. Then she went back for the rest, and dropped it on top of the first piece. Now the front of her panties was bulging outwards quite a bit, and she still had a whole turd to fit somewhere.
It occurred to her that while she had filled the front and back of her panties, there was still no poo in the middle, between her pussy and the gusset of her panties. Her stomach knotted at the prospect, but she very much wanted to get this experience over with as soon as possible. She lifted her left leg and placed her foot on the edge of her desk, then she reached down and pulled her gusset away from her pussy. Carefully picking up a knobbly chunk of the last poo, she placed it at the back of her gusset, right up against where the mass of poo in the back of her panties started. Then she scooped up the final piece of poo from her chair, and tucked it into the space between the knobbly piece and the start of the foremost poo bulge.
Finally, she was done. Her chair was still very messy, but there were no significant chunks of poo on it. Her panties were bulging everywhere, and she could feel poo pressing against her buttocks, anus, pussy, clitoris … it was thoroughly horrible. Then she heard a snicker behind her, and turned quickly to see Keith and Ray grinning at her.
“You really are a pervert!” said Keith, chuckling malevolently. He came into her cubicle, reached up, and took hold of both of her breasts. Automatically Ruby reached up to push his hands away, and her poo-covered right hand came into contact with his wrist. “Ugh!” he exclaimed in disgust. “You got poo on me!” He turned and hurried out of the cubicle, heading for the bathroom.
Ray was almost doubled over with laughter. “Oh that was funny!” he said.
Ruby could not help seeing the funny side too – she had not done it on purpose, but it served him right for groping her. Stepping out of her cubicle, she went to the ladies’ bathroom and washed her hands very thoroughly with soap and water. Having dried them, she sniffed her right hand, and to her disgust it still smelled like poo. She washed her hands again, paying particular attention to her nails, although it was hard to clean under them properly without a nailbrush.
After the third wash, the smell of poo was hardly detectable, and she returned to her cubicle. Sitting down gingerly, she closed her eyes and shivered as the poo beneath her squished around her buttocks and pussy. She could feel it sliding between her labia and over her clitoris, a sensation which made her want to be sick. But somehow she managed to keep her breakfast in her stomach.
She had quite a few emails already, and was soon on her feet again. Her poo-filled panties drew more and louder comments and insults today, and she was soon in tears, although she tried very hard to be professional and get on with her job.
Then Bob summoned her to his office. Keith was there, looking angry.
“Keith tells me you deliberately smeared poo on his wrist,” said Bob sternly. “Is this true?”
“No!” protested Ruby. “It wasn’t deliberate – he was groping me, and I just tried to push him away.”
“Were you unaware of the fact that your hand was covered in poo?” demanded Bob.
“Well no … not unaware,” said Ruby, “but it was an instinctive reaction – when he groped me, I just reached up to push him away. It was automatic – I didn’t think about my hand being messy.”
“Well you should have!” said Bob. “Perhaps you need to learn some self-control. Keith, put your hand on Ruby’s breast, and Ruby … you keep your hands by your sides!”
Ruby’s jaw dropped, but she kept her hands at her sides, her fists clenched, as a grinning Keith reached out and cupped her left breast through her blouse. He began to squeeze and knead it. Then he reached up with his other hand and grabbed her right breast.
“All right,” said Ruby miserably. “I’ve learned my lesson.”
“That’s not the point,” said Bob. “You’ve just demonstrated that you can exercise self-control, and that it therefore wasn’t an automatic response that led you to smear poo on Keith’s wrist. I can only conclude that Keith was right and that you did indeed do it deliberately.”
“But I didn’t!” said Ruby.
Keith was now slipping his hands inside her blouse, and then into her bra cups. He chuckled as he squeezed her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers.
“All right, Keith, that’s enough,” said Bob. “Ruby, as a punishment for your disgusting behaviour, I think you should undo the rest of the buttons on your blouse, and leave them undone all day.”
Ruby paled, but nodded. She had been fearing worse. She unbuttoned her blouse completely, so that it fell open at the front.
“Good,” said Bob. “Now get back to work.”
Ruby returned to her desk, but was soon over at Keith’s cubicle with a complaint from customer service. “Kate says you de-prioritised her order, and now it’s not going to be made in time for the customer’s PDD,” she said.
Keith picked up a ruler from his desk, and slid it between her legs. Then he raised it until it was pressing up against her gusset. Ruby felt the poo within squishing against her pussy, and shuddered. She pushed the ruler down, but then felt hands snaking around from behind her. They slipped inside her blouse and grasped both of her breasts. Craning her neck backwards, she saw that it was Alec. She tried to deflect his hands, and immediately the ruler returned to her pussy, pressing poo against her labia and clitoris.
Alec slipped his hands into her bra cups, and began pinching her nipples. “Stop that,” she pleaded, but he ignored her.
“All right, you two, cut it out,” said Jack, approaching from down the aisle.
Alec removed his hands, chuckling, and went back to his own desk. Keith wiped his ruler on Ruby’s blouse, then he said, “Tell Kate it’ll still make it – the transit time in the system is an overestimate. Two days will be plenty of time to get it delivered.”
“Okay,” said Ruby. As she walked away, she passed Jack and muttered, “Thank you.”
He caught her by the arm, and smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. “You know,” he said, “I don’t know if it has occurred to you, but having all that shit in your knickers has probably saved you from a more serious groping…”
Ruby blushed, and hurried on her way, but as she sat back down in her cubicle with a soft, squishy, mushy sound, it occurred to her that Jack was probably right. Yesterday morning, Keith had almost got his finger inside her. Since then, however, nobody had attempted to get their hands inside her panties. Bra, yes, but not her panties. Despite the horror of having a mass of other people’s poo in her panties, this was probably preferable to getting finger-fucked by her colleagues…
This was small comfort later that day, as one after another the Ops group came over to see her, on the flimsiest of pretexts, and sank their hands into her bra to fondle her breasts. Keith stayed longest, spending nearly half an hour with his chubby fingers kneading, pinching, twisting and squeezing, while she attempted to concentrate on emails and on getting to know the ins and outs of the SAP system. By the end of the day, her breasts were bruised and sore.
At home she could not face dealing with all the poo right away, so she spread out a towel on her sofa and had dinner there, sitting with her loins surrounded by poo while she watched television. Eventually, with a heavy sigh, she arose and went upstairs to clean up. It was a disgusting process, taking the poo out of her panties and flushing it in stages, chunk by chunk, to avoid blocking up the toilet. But soon it was all gone, and she climbed into the shower to clean herself and her panties. As she dried herself afterwards, she felt deliciously clean and wholesome again.
Before going to bed, she shortened another skirt. Mindful of Bob’s words, she cut this one much shorter than the others, though it pained her to do so. She did not even dare to try it on once she was finished – she had a feeling it might give her nightmares. As it was, she had a hard time getting to sleep that night.
In the morning she got dressed, and gulped at the sight of her panties peeking below the hem of her skirt. She had not intended to make it quite that short! But she had no time to shorten another, and in any case, it wasn’t as if the entire office had not already seen her panties for most of her first two days there. And she had a feeling Bob would approve.
Indeed he did. He was one of the first people to see her as she walked into the office, and he grinned and gave her a big thumbs-up. Tugging her skirt down as far as she could, she hurried to her desk and pulled out her chair with a feeling of dread. To her surprise, it was clean – or at least the poo on it was a day old, completely dry, and smeared flat. She wondered why the Ops group had not repeated their prank of the past couple of days, but she was not about to go and ask them about it.
She began to suspect the reason, however, the first time she had to go over to their aisle in order to pass on a request from customer service. Within seconds she was surrounded, and hands were all over her bottom and pussy, pulling up her skirt, sliding into her panties, slipping between her buttocks, cupping her labia, finding her clitoris.
“Hey!” she complained ineffectually.
“Just making up for lost time,” grinned Alec.
“What did you want to see us about?” asked Keith as he slid one fat finger inside her.
Morosely, she explained the reason for her visit while a succession of fingers probed her vagina. Jack had been right – the poo really had saved her from this kind of thing. Eventually, having passed on the customer service request, she struggled free and fled back to her cubicle. She felt like complaining to Bob, but he would probably only do the same thing to her. And Ian and Jack were not likely to be much more helpful.
A few minutes later, a growing pressure in her bowel told her that she needed to defecate. For a moment she considered getting up to go to the bathroom, but then a delightfully naughty thought occurred to her: if she pooped into her panties instead of into the toilet, the Ops group would stop groping her! At least, they would stop trying to get their fingers inside her. And she was getting quite used to having poo in her panties – it was disgusting, but it was not really all that uncomfortable.
Hardly daring to believe that she was actually contemplating this, much less doing it, she looked around anxiously but saw nobody looking in her direction. She stealthily removed her skirt, sliding it down her legs and then kicking it under her desk. Then she pushed down on the arm rests of her chair, lifting her bottom up off the seat slightly, and strained…
It was not long before a thick turd was snaking out of her anus and curling up in the back of her panties. She suppressed a giggle – wouldn’t Keith and his cohorts be surprised! Serve them right if they had taught her the way to prevent their horrible gropings. She continued pushing, and her first large poo was followed immediately by another. It had been a few days since her last defecation, and her bowels were very full.
Turd after turd slid out of her rectum, and soon her panties were bulging enormously. As poo started to ooze out of the sides, Ruby scooped up large chunks with her hands and deposited them inside the front of her panties. She also tucked a short, thick turd between her legs, so that it lay along her gusset.
After five minutes she was done, and sitting in a large pile of poo once more. She almost retched as she settled down into the shapeless mass, and felt the poo beneath her pussy squish between her labia, but at least this time the poo was all hers. Not all of it would fit into her panties when she was sitting down – some had oozed out of the sides and up over her waistband at the back, but she did not bother trying to put these chunks back into her panties.
Sometime later, she had to go and see the Ops group again. Keith’s eyes lit up as he saw her, then he frowned at the sight of her poo-filled panties. “Where did all that lot come from?” he asked.
“Inside me,” said Ruby, turning red with embarrassment.
A couple of the men laughed, but Keith looked simply annoyed. He roughly grabbed her breasts through her blouse, and squeezed them. While Ruby delivered her message, he and a couple of his colleagues fondled her chest extensively … but none of them went near her panties.
Back at her desk, Ruby felt as if she had won a victory over her lecherous co-workers, even though her breasts were rather sore. And then she had a brainwave. She unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off, folded it, and draped it over her bag. Then she picked up one of the chunks of poo that had been forced out of her panties earlier, and tucked it into the left cup of her bra, squishing it around her nipple. The next chunk went in her right cup. Eventually there was no more poo on her chair, but her bra was bulging with the stuff.
The next time she went over to the Ops group, wearing only her underwear and shoes. Ray clapped his hands and laughed when he saw her, but Keith scowled as he stared at her poo-filled lacy bra (it was quite transparent, so the poo was highly visible).
“Come here,” he said angrily, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her towards Bob’s office, and she meekly followed.
As they entered, Bob looked up in surprise. “Hello!” he said.
“Look what she’s done!” said Keith. “She’s filled her underwear with shit!”
“Whose shit?” inquired Bob.
“Hers!” exclaimed Keith.
“Well Ruby, what have you to say for yourself?” asked Bob sternly.
Ruby felt indignation boil up within her. “Well they started it, pooping all over my chair!” she said. “This seemed like a good way to stop them from fondling me every time I go and see them.”
Then, her courage failing her, she quailed inside as she anticipated Bob’s wrath. But to her surprise, he merely chuckled.
“Clever,” he said. “But since you’ve chosen to spend the day in your underwear, I rather think you have forfeited the right to wear anything more than that. From now on, whether they contain your poo or not, you must wear nothing but your bra and panties while you’re at work.”
Ruby’s jaw dropped. “But … I can’t…” she began.
“You’re doing it now,” said Bob severely, “and voluntarily at that. You can hardly raise an objection when this was your own doing.”
Ruby’s shoulders drooped. “All right,” she said.
“Good!” said Bob. “Then the matter’s settled.”
“But you can’t tell me it’s okay that she’s walking around with shit in her underwear!” said Keith.
“It was okay with you yesterday,” said Bob sternly. “The matter’s settled, I said.”
Ruby smiled as she walked back to her desk with poo squelching between her legs. Spending all day, everyday, in her underwear would be embarrassing, not to mention cold, but as long as she kept her bra and panties full of poo, at least she would be able to avoid being groped…