Debbie was back from her prize holiday full of the news of the wonderful time she had had - the hot sun, the golden sands, sunbathing topless round the pool.  The other girls listened enthusiastically, or so it seemed, but deep down there was still a niggle of resentment.  If Katy wasn't going to win, why had the prize gone to Debbie?  What had she done?  Nothing as far as anyone could tell.  Little rumours about Debbie using unfair means to win began to spread round the office.  Not that anyone said anything; there was just that undercurrent of feeling that Debbie still had something to pay for her good fortune.

The annual office party was coming up and Katy was organising it.  Katy always organised it; she was the great organiser, and she had a great idea for this year's party.  She announced it to the other girls in the sales department as they gathered for lunch.

"It's going to be a cops and tarts party", she said.

Cops and tarts?  That was unusual - surely she meant a vicars and tarts party. 

"No", said Katy, "this was a party with a difference, a cops and tarts party"

Debbie looked on apprehensively.  She wasn't sure she liked the sound of this.  She wasn't sure that Katy had forgiven her for winning the holiday.

"I'm not sure I want to come as a tart", she said

"Trust Debbie", said Katy, "putting a damper on everything again", Katy knew just how to play the crowd.  How to use the undercurrent of resentment to manipulate Debbie into doing what she wanted.  Katy had that uncanny knack of being able to persuade anybody to do anything, of being able to persuade a group to act just the way she wanted it to.

Soon the complaints about Debbie's stuck up attitude were coming thick and fast.  Why did she think she had to be something special?  Why couldn't she join in the fun like the others?  As a result of all this it wasn't long before Debbie found herself enthusiastically agreeing that she really, really did want to come as a tart.

"And you must be really tarty, you know", said Katy, "You don't want us to think you're stuck up do you.  You don't want us to think you can't take a joke"

The others nodded their assent.

"How do I look really tarty", Debbie looked alarmed again.

"God, Debbie, do you not know anything", said Katy, and the others nodded their assent again.  Debbie never knows anything, people said, Debbie's so stuck up.

"Right", said Katy, "you get the shortest skirt you've got and make it four inches shorter.  You wear a pair of bright red, high cut, lacy knickers underneath - and make sure they're visible. Then you wear a tight fitting blouse - no bra mind - you don't need one", and indeed Debbie didn't with her ample firm breasts, "black stockings, not tights, with a black suspender belt, really high heels, and finally big hair and tarty make up, bright red lipstick, long black eyelashes and plenty of eye shadow"

Debbie, gaped, she looked round at the other girls.  They were nodding in approval.  How could Debbie not have known all that they seemed to be saying?

Debbie knew she would have to do it.  All the other girls would be doing it and she couldn't be the one to be left out.  She couldn't be stuck up little Debbie who couldn't take a joke..

There were only three days to the party so Debbie had to work fast to get her outfit ready.  She got her shortest skirt and took it in to be shortened.  She bought a suspender belt and black stockings and she made an appointment to get her hair done.

Friday and the night for the party came soon enough.  Debbie got dressed carefully. Slipping on the red satin knickers, pulling up the stockings and fastening them to her suspender belt.  She put on her low slung short, short skirt.   Finally she put on her blouse and tied it round under her breasts so that her midriff was bare.  Then she applied the makeup.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  She had never seen anyone look so tarty.  Surely the girls wouldn't think she was stuck up if she went as tarty as that.  She drove to their office where the party was being held, terrified of having an accident on the way and having to get out of the car dressed as a tart.  She'd get arrested.  She smiled at the idea of being arrested when on the way to a cops and tarts party.  She arrived at the building and made her way up to the open plan office where the party was being held.  It was full of people already; they seemed to have got there ready so as to be able to greet her on her arrival.  They were all girls.  The sales team were all girls and Katy had arranged this as a special hen party.  That way she could let it get really wild

Debbie looked round open mouthed.  Nobody was dressed in the least bit like her.  Sure, they may have had skirts a bit shorter than usual, or bright red lipstick.  But nobody had a skirt so short that their panties were clearly visible, nobody was dressed in black suspenders or was tottering on high heels.  It came home to her suddenly; Katy had done it again, set out to humiliate her in front of the others by making her dress in that lewd fashion.  

"Hi Debbie", said Katy coming over and smiling, "I see you've dressed just right for you.  A proper little tart", and she led her over to the other girls sitting in the corner sniggering.

"Why aren't there any guys dressed as cops", asked Debbie, she was too abashed to ask why the girls didn't seem to be dressed as tarts.

"Oh., said Katy, "I've arranged for some special guys to come as cops, for a special performance"

It dawned on Debbie.  Katy had arranged a male stripper act to come dressed as cops.  Specially for the girls.  No doubt they'd want some poor dupe of a girl from the audience to `assist' them in their act, and Debbie could see already who had been set up for that part.  She blushed bright red.  She'd never seen it coming, but she could see what was coming now.  Katy had manipulated things again.  She was going to be humiliated again and she couldn't see how to get out of it.

The sound of pretend police sirens could be heard from outside, and suddenly two beefy hunks dressed as cops appeared.

They swaggered in.

"Hello, hello, hello", said one in mock imitation of an old fashioned English policeman, "what have we here"

The girls looked on expectantly.

"We have had reports", he went on, "of a young lady acting in a lewd and provocative manner, contrary to the law of the land", he looked round suggestively.  Debbie blushed.  She knew there was only one girl who looked as if she had been acting lewd and provocatively.  She knew she had been set up.

"What do you think, George", he said to his companion, "do you see any girl here who looks as if she might be lewd and provocative"

`George', looked round, as if carefully looking at each girl in turn and weighing them up.  Finally his eyes landed on Debbie.

"I think, Bert, it might be that one"

Of course he was looking straight at Debbie.

"I think, George, you might be right", said `Bert', "come over here young lady".

Debbie flushed and walked over to them.  It was inevitable.  She stood out like a sore thumb; she was going to have to take part in their silly act.  No doubt she was going to have to do some lewd and provocative things once they had their clothes off.  It was a private hen night, there was no limit to the lewd and provocative things she might be asked to do.  Her mouth went dry at the thought of it.

"Do you think this is the girl", enquired George

"I do believe it is", said Bert, "slutty little tart, that was the description, wasn't it"

"Yes", said George, "nobody else round here fits that description.

Debbie realised how the whole thing about her outfit had just set her up for this and that everyone must have been in on the joke.

"Well, we're going to have to search you my girl", said Bert, "what's you're name"

"What", thought Debbie, don't say they're going to go through a mock search before they start their silly striptease?  Well she'd have to go along with it or suffer taunts of `stuck up little Debbie', and `Debbie can't take a joke' from the girls until Christmas.

"Debbie", she replied

"Right, Miss - arms in the air", said Bert

Debbie knew just why; that would pull her little skirt up and display her knickers.  Well, that was why she'd been dressed like that, so she'd better show everybody.  She put her arms high above her head and her suspenders and knickers came clearly into
view to shouts of, "You show `em Debs", as Bert took the opportunity to run his hands up and down her sides and tickle her under the arms.  Yes, they were going to make the most of this.

Then it was.

"Bend over my girl and lift your skirt up", said Bert, "let's see what you're hiding under there"

Everybody knew exactly what Debbie was hiding under her little skirt.  Her little red knickers.

George carefully helped her little skirt up at the back to reveal her bottom under the high cut red knickers.  
 
This provoked hoots of laughter from the girls.  All Debbie could do was grin and bear it.  The girls would have to have their laugh. 
 
"Looks like she has something down there", said George. 
 
"Something very interesting", said Bert. 

"Looks a bit hairy to me", said George. 
 
The dialogue had the girls in fits of laughter caused by glee, and relief that they weren't the butt of the joke. 
 
"I think we'd better take that skirt for further examination"' said Bert. 
 
Debbie hesitated, but everyone had seen her knickers and suspenders already so what did it matter.  And the vision of the `stuck up little Debbie' taunt came back to haunt her. 

She unfastened the skirt and stepped out of it as it fell to the floor.
 
 It was then she realised it wasn't going to stop there.  Katy would want her parading wearing nothing but panties, stockings and suspenders.   She waited for the inevitable command. 
 
"Lift up your blouse Miss", said George. 
 
"Show 'em your boobs Debs", came the cry from the floor, and Debbie had lost the will to resist.  She had boasted enough of going topless on holiday; she'd now have to pay the penance for that boast. 

She lifted up her blouse.  Her firm breasts popped out, well tanned and with her nipples and areolas darkened by the sun. 
 
She knew what was coming next. 
 
"I think we'd better take that for examination, Miss"
 
Of course they would.  Resigned to her fate Debbie removed the blouse and handed it over. 
 
"Now, if you could just walk up and down Miss"
 
Well Katy would want that.  For her to parade in front of the men in panties and suspenders, wearing high heels that tightened up her buttocks and made her bottom wiggle, and her boobs bounce up and down, when she walked.  Katy would love that. 
 
So Debbie walked up and down while the men provoked hoots of laughter by obviously staring at her wiggling behind. 
 
"What's that Miss", enquired George pointing at her suspender belt' "I aint never seen one of them before"
 
"You don't normally get to look up lady's skirts", said Bert. 

"I think we'd better have that", said George, "for examination"
 
"But my stockings will fall down", said Debbie. 
 
"Well we'd better have them as well", said George. 
 
Debbie took them off.  In truth she was glad to get rid of the things.  They made her look like a tart. 

It was only after taking them off that she realised that only her flimsy panties stood between her and being completely naked.  Well they weren't getting those!  Debbie was determined.  
 
And they didn't ask for them. 
 
"Well I think we'd better get back to the station with these", said Bert, and before Debbie could say anything they'd waved to the girls and left carrying her clothes with them.   

Debbie stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but her little high cut knickers while Katy put on the music and the girls began to dance.  Debbie was horrified, they'd gone off with her clothes.  This was to be her humiliation, to spend the rest of the evening dressed only in her knickers trying to behave normally.

Katy came over to her and smiled.

"That was fun", she said, "you're getting to be such a good sport Debbie.  Isn't Debbie a good laugh", she suddenly shouted out loud, "nobody else would have been daft enough to allow themselves to be stripped down to their knickers".  They all laughed.  They'd all been in on it.  Debbie was stupid.  She'd allowed the men to strip her nearly naked, but then they all knew that Debbie would do as she was told.

Katy came over to her and whispered in her ear, "Don't think it ends there Debbie, don't think you're going to keep your knickers on for the rest of the evening.  You'll wet yourself when you find out what I've got planned.  Don't you want to wet yourself already?"

And the suggestion that Katy had long ago planted in her mind started to have its effect on Debbie.  Katy could always make Debbie want to pee, just by suggesting it. And now she did want to pee.  She desperately wanted to pee.

"But not yet", said Katy, "later, when your knickers have gone"

The music got louder and the alcohol flowed and Debbie stood immobile.  She couldn't go home until somebody took her because she had no clothes.  All she could do was stand there and await her fate.

Suddenly one girl looked out of the window

"There's somebody coming", she said, "It's the boss!"

The girls rushed over to the window.  Getting out of the car they could see Bill, the head of sales, and his boss the Sales Director.  They were coming into the building.

"What are they doing", asked Debbie terrified.

"I invited them to our party", said Katy, "quite a respectable party I told them.  They said they'd love to come"

"But they can't see me like this", wailed Debbie, "not just in a pair of knickers"

"Well it's your own fault", said Katy, "how would I know you'd be so stupid as to take all your clothes off and give them to those men"

"I've got to hide somewhere", said Debbie, "please, find me somewhere to hide"

"The boardroom", said Katy, "they're coming to the party; they'll not go in the boardroom.

"But it's locked", said Debbie, "it's always locked.  We haven't got the key"

"Oh, I've got the key ", said Katy

"Give it to me", wailed Debbie

"Say please", said Katy

"Please, please", said Debbie

"I tell you what", said Katy, "I'll swap it"

"Swap it for what.  I've only got a pair of knickers"

"Exactly", said Katy, "you give me your knickers.  I give you the key"

The sound of the lift arriving on the floor could be heard along the corridor.  The two men would be there soon.

Debbie was frantic.  Everything else forgotten she pulled her knickers down, handed them to Katy and grabbed the key.  She rushed stark naked to the other end of the office where the boardroom was situated.  And as she ran she heard Katy's last fateful words

"Debbie will wet herself when she finds out how she's been set up", the urge to pee came on her almost immediately and she controlled it only with difficulty

The two men entered to the office

"Hello Katy", said Bill, "I hope you're having a nice party.  Not getting up to mischief.  Well as I said earlier, James and I need to have little discussion in the boardroom"

"I've opened it up for you ready", said Katy,

In the boardroom Debbie was crouching down naked in the middle of the floor desperately trying not to pee, when she saw the door handle turn and heard the men's voices.  Then she knew what Katy meant.  She knew what the plan had been all along.  She had found out exactly how Katy had set her up, and now, as the door opened and the men came in, her knickers gone she was going to have to pee exactly as Katy had told her to.


 

