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   Copyright 2007 by J.  Saunders.

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



Jill’s story - Part 2

I breeze into work on Monday after a good relaxing weekend with
my boyfriend.  I haven’t heard anything and wear pants like I
plan to from now on until I can get a modestly board or something
for my desk.  The day fly’s by as I learn about some new and
existing projects.

The next morning I get up and see I have a text message.  It says
check my mail.  Damn I think! What now.  My mail just says “I
prefer skirts”.  Fine I think, and I put one on and head to work.
 Nothing is said about my panty show last week and I don’t know
what to think.

Around mid morning I get a message, it says to look in my bottom
braw towards the back.  I look at Dave, he doesn’t seem to be
paying any attention.  I open the drawer and reach to the back,
there is a bulging envelope. I open it carefully, it has a note
and what looks like red panties in it, I don’t take them out to
check.  The note says, “put them on NOW - make sure someone sees
and I don’t mean just Dave”.  WHAT?  I am very confused, I tried
to only show Dave my green panties, but it didn’t exactly go to
plan, I didn’t exactly see him look and I can’t be absolutely
sure no one else did.  The note goes on to say “I have made
enquiries and I assure you BCS will follow up on this to the
maximum extent of the law, they have done so in the past at the
least provocation”

I get up with the envelope and go to the bathroom in a very
confused and worried state of mind.  In a stall I open the
envelope and take out the red thing, they are panties, they look
a bit small for me, I am normally a small size so these must be
very small. I take off my plain white panties and put them in the
envelope, it’s all I brought with me into the bathroom in my
state, then I put on the red ones.  Once on I notice to my horror
that they have a split down the front all the way to the crotch.
With them being small my pussy looks like it is literally being
squeezed out the opening down the front.

If I sit down with these on I am almost sure I wont be able to
keep my pussy covered, its going to be really exposed, possibly
worse than if I was naked because of the tight panties squeezing
it out the opening.  It’s going to look engorged.
As I walk back to my desk I try to check the front of my skirt is
not showing a bulge where my pussy is.  When I sit down I realise
my pussy is feeling hot, its actually getting excited, the
pressure from the panties pushing the lips together around the
clit and the walking must have got to me.  I sit very still,
wishing and willing my blood pressure to go down.  I’m supposed
to make sure someone sees me like this?  I can’t do it.  Not even
poor Dave, it would kill me with embarrassment.  So that’s it,
should I call Peters bluff?  Probably loose my house, my job and
reputation.   Would another bank hire me after that?  Probably
not, especially in this city where my life is, or was.
I need to clear my head, this is a crazy situation, what options
do I have.  I could call the police, but then I will certainly
loose everything even if they could catch Peter.  I don’t know
anyone here well enough to take them into my confidence.  I could
flash my practically bare pussy at some person I hardly know,
which to be fair is better than colleges I have worked with for
years except that I want to and need to stay working with them in
this job possibly for years to come. Showing my pussy around the
office in week 2 hardly seems like the best way to enhance my
career goals.  On the other hand it is only my pride that will
suffer isn’t it?  I’m sure there may well be some laughs and
rumours but once it all blows over I will still have my life wont
I?

I’m ripped out of my confused and worried thoughts by Adrian, I
didn’t see him walk up but he is standing at my desk asking me
about a selection option in the one application.
Adrian is a tester and is working on one of the projects I am on.
 I try to concentrate on what he is saying but all I can think is
that my desk top is made of clear glass, Adrian is not very high
up, does it matter if he gets a quick flash?  I must act quickly
or I won’t at all.  My legs are crossed, I squirm forward in the
seat as if I am preparing to concentrate on the monitor making my
skirt ride up.  Its not quite enough to reach my panties, Adrian
is standing on my right now looking at the monitor, so I flick
the dress back quickly with my hand on the other side from him. 
Now my dress is around my waist, got to make this quick its too
obvious.  He has a piece of paper in his hand.  I take it from
him and put it down on the glass desk top, making sure to move
all other obstructions of the view through the top out the way. 
From where he is standing I am sure he can see past the paper and
my bare crossed legs and red panty tops if only he would look
away from the monitor.  I grab a pen and look at the paper,
doesn’t look too important I decide.  I start to draw the screen
on the monitor as if I am going to show him something we could
change on the paper, he looks down.  I don’t look up at him but I
think I sense him tense slightly, maybe at the sight below the
desk.  Slowly and deliberately I uncross my legs, as if in
thought I pause with them about an inch apart at the crotch, I
can see my pussy lips squeezing out and I can just see the clit
pocking between them.  I re-cross my legs the other way and carry
on drawing.  I hope my drawing makes sense.  I look back at it
and it does sort of look like the screen.  I look up at Adrian,
he pretends to be looking intently at the paper and nothing else,
although I can see he is a little excited.  It could become
uncomfortable for him.  So I finish off our discussion and let
him escape.  I am flushed and feel like I am bright red with
embarrassment.  But I did it!  Peter had better fucking seen
that!  I am not doing it again – ever!

That night I refuse to check my email and decide that a bottle or
so of red wine will help calm my nerves.

The next morning I hear nothing but to be on the safe side I wear
a skirt to work.  Nothing all day, except some slightly shy looks
from Adrian.  He probably thinks I am a sex predator, I try to be
extra nice to him but that doesn’t seem to help.  At least he
doesn’t seem to be sharing his experience with anyone.

That night I have some more wine and worry about my next contact,
it seems like Peter likes to wait between demands.  Teasing me no
doubt.  When this is over I vow to find him and make his life
hell in what ever way I can.

At the end of the following day I get a message in my mail from
Peter, it says just “that was good”.  Somehow it makes me feel
grateful?  I ask myself what the fuck for?  But the feeling
remains, I feel appreciated it some bazaar way.  I decide I need
my head read.

I hear nothing again and then it’s the weekend.  My boyfriend is
back and we have a great time relaxing and enjoying each other. 
I really don’t know what he would think if I told him I showed my
pussy to a college at work in the middle of the office in the
middle of the day.  He’d probably ask why I never invited him. 
Perv.

It’s Monday morning, but also that time of the month for me.  I
decide to wear pants.  Peter can go jump.
I hear nothing.  And then more nothing all week.  Has he gone
away?  Is he tied up in meetings?  What the hell is going on?  It
makes me more worried than a message would have.

The following weekend comes around and I start to relax a little
again, que Sera, Sera.

On Monday I decide to wear a skirt, just because I can and
hopefully it will mean my luck will continue.  Towards the end of
the day I get a message, “nice skirt, wear something tighter for
tomorrow please”.  I can’t help noticing the please.  What is
this politeness now, does he think we are friends or even
colleges?  I think not.

The next day though I do put on a tight black skirt, a little
daring for work but still professional.  Dave notices and seems
to approve, I scowl at him in a friendly way, saying it was all I
had left before the dry cleaning comes back.  That night I get a
text, it just says “no underwear”.

The next morning I can’t decide what to do, I don’t want to risk
upsetting Peter.  But he can’t just make demands and expect me to
do as I am told, allowing him to do so could lead him to become
more brazen.  Also I never go out the house with no underwear on,
ever.  I decide to wear a tiny white g-string which is
practically see through where it does cover anything. I hear
nothing all day.
Dave is still working with the black box it seems and I am sure
he is getting the odd flash while we work the day away, its very
hard not to expose something all day long when you are wearing
skirts and have no modest board and glass desks. There is a lot
of light under the glass desk top to see by too.

That night I get a text to check my mail, I’m worried when I
switch on my computer.  There is a message from Peter, its not
good. “I see you think I am not paying attention.  Tomorrow you
will wear no underwear, and I meant no panties yesterday but
tomorrow I mean NO underwear.  And you will wear the white blouse
open to the 3rd button from last week Tuesday. You will also wear
a skirt with a hem 3 inches above your knees.”
I go to sleep worrying about what I am going to do.  I have such
a skirt but it is strictly for parties.

The next day I dress as I am told, but I put on a bra and
panties.  I head to work.  At work I go straight to the bathroom
and remove my underwear.  It is early and few people are here, I
have the bathroom to myself so I come out of the stall and look
at myself in the big mirror behind the basins.  My tits are
clearly unrestrained in this top with the third button un-done
the cleavage is plunging to say the least.  I look like I am on
the pull in a sleezy club.  I never look like this normally. I
must go out there – must face it.  I’ll sit quietly at my desk
and hope and pray that no one notices too much.

I go out into the office, it is still quiet, the few people there
take no notice of me.  I sit down at my desk, first thing I
notice is that my bare bum is touching the chair fabric, nothing
I can do about it, if I try to sit on my skirt it will come up
too high in front and expose my bare pussy.

Dave arrives and doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the
ordinary.  I can feel my boobs wobbling every time I stretch or
move suddenly.  Anyone looking will be able to see that I have no
bra on.  My nipples are not helping either by getting hard in the
cool air and poking through the blouse.  Adrian comes to my desk
and stands next to me while we go through a screen, I can tell he
is peering down my top to see if he can see a nipple.  I feel
like a slut in front of him, especially after my last show.
Later on before lunch I get another message, it says “undo
another button”.  There are only 7 buttons on this blouse,
another one will mean that the buttons will be un-done to below
my breasts.  He didn’t say when so I think I’ll leave it until
late in the day.  I don’t go out for lunch, don’t want to move. 
Around 3 pm I get another message, it says “now”.  I know what it
means.  I don’t want to get up and walk like this or back from
the bath room with another button undone.  So I try to
inconspicuously undo another button.  I have good size breasts,
with this 4th button undone a slight incorrect move and one of
them will be out the door so to speak.
Adrian comes over, he doesn’t try too hard not to stare, while he
stands next to me seated on my chair he can see the curve of my
breast going round towards my belly button. He drops a pen off my
desk by mistake, it lands beneath my chair, I have no choice but
to move, he bends down and has his mouth about level with my
nipple as he reaches for his pen.  He hands it to me and I can
see him looking around my top at my nipple which is luckily still
inside the top with most of the rest of my breast.  It’s rock
hard.

Luckily nothing else happens and I stay late so that everyone has
left before I have to get up.  I head to the bath room and put on
my underwear, doing up the 4th button and then I head home.

The next morning I have a text, it says...

To be continued.
