It was the last day of the annual sales conference and thegirls were gathered together for the highlight of the year: the award of the title `Salesgirl of the year'.  This title may seem a little sexist in this day and age, but they were salesgirls for a cosmetics company and so far their domain had not been encroached upon by any men.

Of course everyone knew exactly who was going to win.  Katy would win.  Katy always won.  With her liquid eyes, a deep periwinkle blue, and her mesmeric voice she could convince anyone of anything.  Adding this to her forceful personality gave her that rare ability to plant a suggestion in the minds of her listeners that became impossible to resist.  This was a very useful gift for a salesgirl to have; her sales outstripped her rivals by a huge margin.

Bill, the Head of Sales however was worried.  Katy had won five years in a row.  The other girls were getting dispirited.  He felt that they had given up trying because there was no chance of winning.  There was no benefit in giving the prize to Katy again.  Somebody else was going to win this year.

Tension increased as the announcement approached.  Katy was already planning what to do on the prize - a fortnight's holiday in Barbados at a luxury hotel all expenses paid.  Yes she really loved winning!

Bill stood up to make the announcement.  He cleared his throat slightly nervously.

"And now for the announcement you've all been waiting for.  The winner of our fabulous prize, a fortnight in Barbados.  Now girls, this year the prize giving committee has decided to award the prize on a slightly different basis.  What we want to encourage is: Responsibility, Audacity and Improvement!"

The girls groaned.  Responsibility, Audacity, Improvement - the company values.  Not those bloody things again.  

Bill went on, "So rather than give the prize to the salesgirl who has produced the highest sales, this year the prize goes to the girl who we think this year has shown the greatest responsibility, the greatest audacity and above all the greatest improvement - Debbie Jones!"

There was a stunned silence.  Everyone looked with horror at Katy.  They knew she had been planning the holiday for weeks.  What would she do!

What she did astonished everybody.  Katy stood up and led the applause for Debbie.  She might be seething inside, but no way was she going to show it, no, she would never get her revenge if she showed it, and ideas for revenge were already forming in her mind.

Debbie was overwhelmed by winning the prize, and somewhat mystified by Katy's response.  She hadn't thought Katy liked her.  Katy always seemed to have it in for her.  She remembered the time Katy had persuaded her into that game where she had ended up naked in the hotel reception area and had then planted in her mind that she would be so embarrassed she would wet herself.  The suggestion had been so strong that she had ended up peeing in front of everybody.  It had been so embarrassing that the suggestion had stuck in her brain.  She was sure that if Katy told her she would wet herself again, she just would. 


After the conference the girls always went out to a club.  Katy of course knew a club, just the right club for the occasion.  Katy always knew things like that. 
 
"What sort of a club?" asked Debbie. 
 
"Oh, very special", said Katy, "a special floor show.  Somewhere where you'll be able to lose your inhibitions.  You are a bit inhibited Debbie, you know you are.  You really need a club like this to loosen up a bit"
 
And as she said it Debbie suddenly realised she was inhibited.  She did need to loosen up. 
 
"And Debbie", said Katy, "you'll have to dress up for it you know"
 
"Dress up?  In what way?" asked Debbie, a bit concerned that this was one of Katy's ploys.
 
"Fancy dress", said Katy, "you're the winner; you're penance for beating us all is to dress up.  Schoolgirl costume I think.  Little short skirt, blouse, tie and long socks.  Oh - and don't forget the blue cotton knickers"

"Oh, I can't do that", protested Debbie

"But you have to", said Katy, "you all want to see Debbie as a schoolgirl, don't you girls".

Of course they all chorused that they did, and poor Debbie had to agree.  Such is the power of peer pressure, and Katy knew it.

Reluctantly Debbie went out and bought the schoolgirl costume for the evening and when the girls gathered together to go to the club, there she was in her little short skirt, socks, blouse and tie.  Quite the little schoolgirl.  She knew Katy was trying to embarrass her, but what could she do.  Everybody had said she must do it so she felt she had to.

"Debbie, you look really... well mind you don't wet yourself in your excitement", said Katy.

Oh no, why did she have to say that.  Debbie felt the urge to pee as soon as the words were out of Katy's mouth and it took all her effort of will to control it.

The club was indeed uninhibited.  Topless waitresses, semi-naked dancers in the cabaret and the promise of strippers later on.  Debbie wasn't sure it was her type of club at all, but there was the peer pressure again and that meant she had little choice.

Then club comic came on with an announcement.

"Now girls", he said, "we have a very special prize for you this evening.  For any girl daring enough to claim it.   A very special, very expensive set of French lingerie", and he held up a pair of lacy knickers and a bra of the most expensive and daring design, "but to win it, you have to claim it.  Do I have any claimants".

"Go on Debbie", said Katy, "you'd look great in those"

"Oh, no", said Debbie, to embarrassed to even think about it.

"Go on Debbie", said Katy, "this is your big chance"

Debbie blushed, "I couldn't", she said, "I just couldn't"

"But she must girls, mustn't she", insisted Katy, she knew the effect of peer pressure.  She knew everybody would be jealous of Debbie, she knew they'd all want to embarrass Debbie by making her go up on the stage in the silly schoolgirl costume and claim the sexy underwear.

"Yes, Debs, you must", they all shouted, and before she knew where she was Debbie found herself being pushed towards the stage until she knew she had no option but to comply.

How silly she felt, how embarrassed, in her little short schoolgirl skirt, in her blouse and tie.

"Well, little girl", said the comic, "do you think you're old enough for this sexy underwear"

"Err, yes", said Debbie, well she had to say something.

"I mean, what sort of underwear do you wear now"

Debbie just blushed

"Show us your knickers, Debs", shouted Katy and the girls, and Debbie had to do it.  Once Katy got the girls going, Debbie knew she'd have to do what they said.  She lifted up her skirt to show her blue cotton knickers.  Well they were quite respectable.

"Give us a twirl then", said the comic, and Debbie had to hold her skirt up and twirl round to give everyone a good view of her knickers.

"Show us your bra Debs", shouted Katy; and the girls joined in with hoots and shouts of encouragement.  Debbie lifted up her blouse to show her white cotton bra.  She knew she had to, she knew she would get no peace until she did.

"Oh dear", said the comic, "I don't know if this underwear will be suitable for a little girl like you.  Debbie was relieved, she did rather like the silk bra and pants, but she thought at least now she could escape back to her seat.

"Let her try them on", shouted Katy, and the girls joined in the chant, "try them on Debs, let's see what you look like in them"

"I can't do that", wailed Debbie, "I can't change my underwear on the stage.

"Oh, I don't know", said the comic, "I think we'd all love to see that.  Wouldn't we!" he appealed to the audience, and Debbie knew form the response that she'd have to do it.

"How can I get changed on the stage", she pleaded

"Just slip your panties down under your skirt and put these ones on"

Debbie was a bit reluctant, after all her skirt was rather short, but she put her hands up her skirt and wriggled her knickers down they fell to the ground to a great cheer from the audience.  Balancing as best she could she wriggle the new sexy panties up under her skirt until they were firmly in place.  Then it was the time to wriggle out of her bra under her blouse and put the new sexy bra on.

"Show us your new knickers Debbie, yelled the girls", and Debbie knew she had to lift up her skirt again and show her knickers.

"Now we come to the crunch", said the comic, "you have to show you're worthy of this prize by modelling them on stage"

"What!" said Debbie?

"Strip down to your bra and panties and model them on stage"

"I can't do that!" cried Debbie

"Well we'll just have to take them back off you in that case, said the comic.  Debbie was more embarrassed than ever, the girls were shouting at her to strip off and she couldn't face changing back into her own knickers again in front of all those people.  Deep down, she knew, she really knew she was going to have to do it.  This was what the girls demanded.  This was her penance for winning the prize.  She knew Katy had planned this all along, to make Debbie model sexy underwear on the stage.

Reluctantly she took off her shoes and socks, then her skirt and finally her tie and blouse and stood there in her sexy underwear.

"Come on Debbie, you've got to show it off", said the comic, "strut up and down on the stage.  We want to see that this underwear really is suitable for you".

Debbie was so embarrassed standing their in the flimsy bra and pants but she knew she had to do it; she'd never live it down with the girls if she didn't.  So she walked up and down the stage, swinging her hips and wiggling her bottom in the way she supposed sexy models did.  She seemed to be successful if the all the cheers were anything to go by.

"Now let's see you dance in them!", and the music to Dancing Queen suddenly struck up from somewhere.

"Come on Debbie, let's see you dance", came the cry from the girls.  And Debbie knew she'd have to do it...  Knew Katy had manipulated her into it, but she was powerless to resist.  Slowly she started gyrating her hips, the lights dimmed, the cheers grew and Debbie became transported as the music coursed through her body and the thrill of dancing before the audience in sexy underwear grew on her.

Suddenly she became aware of Katy standing beside her.

"Dance, Debbie, dance", she said, "you love it so much, the music, the rhythm, the adulation, so much you are oblivious to everything else"

And she did become oblivious to everything else except the music and her gyrating body.  Oblivious to the way in which Katy insinuated her hands into the top of her panties and ever so slowly and carefully pulled them down, oblivious of the wild cheers this brought, oblivious of the way in which Katy slowly and carefully unhooked the back of her silken bra and let it fall noiselessly to the floor.  Aware of the fact that she was dancing to the wild cheers of the audience.  Unaware of the fact that she was dancing naked in front of them.

Unaware that is until Katy brought her to her senses.

"Debbie, Debbie", she said, "you know what, you're going to pee yourself when you see what you've been doing".

At the sound of the voice Debbie suddenly looked down and saw to her horror that she was completely naked.  And Katy's persuasive voice had said the dreaded words.  She was going to pee herself.  As the horrible embarrassment of her position struck her the urge to pee suddenly came over her again.  She couldn't control it, not with the suggestion Katy had planted in her mind.

Katy looked on in satisfaction.  Not as good as a holiday in Barbados, but bloody nearly as good!





