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   Copyright 2007 by J.  Saunders.

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



   Jill's story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I head to work...
   To be continued.

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