The Office Dupe Part 2
The Office Dupe: Chapter Two
By Deborah Ford
In chapter one the hapless Lyndsay sort a position in the office in which his wife worked. The boss, Mr Davies, a large severe black man, agreed so long as Lyndsay wore a chastity belt and the office uniform. Unfortunately the uniform made the pompous Lyndsay look like a sissy with its diaphanous blouse, the satiny kilt, the sheer white knee length socks and school girl shoes. As Lyndsay, now known as Linzi on his name badge, worked under the office manager Miss Morgan he learnt the hard way about behaving, including a thorough canning from his new boss. Will his lovely wife Deborah be able to rescue him from his predicament? Read on..
The office clock turned slowly
My burning backside and raw thighs made sitting comfortably totally impossible. I wriggled and squirmed, constantly trying to move a different part of my searing bottom onto the hard wooden chair. No sooner would I find a less uncomfortable position than, within seconds, the chair would exacerbate the stinging and I would have to fidget again. What a cruel punishment a spanking is
Needless to say that Miss Morgan was permanently on my case. “Stop wriggling girl!” I would then of course have to keep still for a while. Oh what torture. If my darling Deborah knew what agonies I was going through she would put a stop to it immediately
Worse, my penis was desperate for relief in two very different ways. I had not urinated since I left the house this morning and my bladder was aching. Secondly, for some bizarre reason my penis was frantic to erect itself. I guessed that the reason for this was that the chastity belt that held it was rubbing and exciting it. However as it tried to stiffen the tube held it in place preventing it from expansion. This in turn excited it more. I could see that I was being tormented far more than Mr Davies intended when he insisted I wore it
When Mr Davies chose to remove it I would ensure that he would not be allowed to replace it
I was now desperate for a pee. I crossed my legs gingerly. It was still only twelve o’clock. When were we allowed to go for lunch so that I could relieve myself? Half an hour ago Vanessa, the short cute brunette, had put her hand up and was allowed to go to the toilet straight away
If she was allowed, then so, surely, would I
Were the hands on the clock actually turning? I groaned
“Did I hear someone!” Roared Miss Morgan looking directly at me
I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact
This was ridiculous. I made a decision. I raised my hand high so that Miss Morgan would clearly see it
She just carried on writing. I coughed to attract her attention but still she worked on
I glanced around at the other girls looking for support. They simply smiled spitefully and looked away. Bitches! “Miss Morgan,” I said softly
“I hope no one is trying to distract me,” she said firmly, still concentrating on her writing
Oh that woman! Some people are just useless with authority. You give them a little bit of power and it goes to their heads. I was certain that with in a matter of days Mr Davies would recognise my qualities and elevate me to her position. Then I would show this jumped up cow who was the boss. And for that matter I would keep a firm hand on these silly girls who were now tittering about my predicament
“Miss Morgan,” I repeated, my arm straining in the thin material of the blouse
I regretted saying it the moment the words tumbled from my mouth. I felt the office hold it’s breath. Miss Morgan froze and then her fearsome eyes rose slowly to mine. I felt my tummy turn over. Oh dear. I hope I was not in line for another visit to Mr Davies. I wriggled self consciously
Miss Morgan put her pen down and stared hard at me. I lowered my arm and looked back to my lines
“Even fluffy headed receptionists like me must always ask for the callers name,” was written out neatly on the page. I had reached eighty lines
“Linzi!” “Yes Miss Morgan,” I shot up in my seat
“You must never, ever, call out. Is that clear?” “Yes Miss Morgan,” I said earnestly, “but you see I.” “Have I asked you a question?” I thought for a moment. She had not. “No Miss Morgan.” “Then should you be speaking?” The answer was obvious: “No Miss Morgan.” She gave me a withering, admonishing glare and then returned to her writing
I stamped my foot in frustration. I had never been made to feel so powerless. At least Deborah allowed me a right to reply, even if I did sometimes have to put it in writing
My bladder was now hurting. It hurt so much it even distracted from the ache of my buttocks and thighs. I put my hand up again, I was going to show her that she was not going to get the better of me! I rubbed my bare thighs together under the thin material of the kilt. I did anything I could to try and distract myself from what I so desperately needed to do
I am sure that Katie chuckled at my discomfort. It was a good thing for her that Miss Morgan did not hear her
Finally Miss Morgan sat up, put down her pen, and looked at me in what I can only describe as a disdainful manner
“Yes Linzi?” I sighed, at last! “Please miss Morgan may I go to the toilet.” “There now. Isn’t that the best way? Wait until you are spoken to and then reply.” “Yes Miss Morgan.” My bladder burnt
“Have you finished your lines?” “Er. Nearly Miss Morgan.” “Nearly?” She repeated doubtfully. “Then I suggest you finish them and then you may ask again.” She picked up a report and flicked through it. Our little conversation was at an end
I stared down at my lines. I had twenty left to do! I picked up my pen and started writing furiously: ‘even fluffy headed receptionists like me must always ask for the caller’s name.” Miss Morgan’s voice broke through my world of pain and discomfort
This time she sounded patronising. “I hope you are writing them out neatly Linzi. It would be a terrible shame if you had to write them all out again.” Oh the horrible bitch! And this time I definitely heard Katie snigger
“Katie, was that you making that awful noise?” Miss Morgan asked
Ha, ha. Little Katie was in for it now
Miss Morgan froze her with an icy gaze: “I thought you would have learnt quite a lesson this morning.” Katie lowered her head and blushed. “Yes Miss Morgan.” “Why don’t you stand at the back facing the wall for a while?” Katie rose tugging down her tiny skirt over a bottom I knew was as enflamed as mine. She walked to the back of the office with head hung down
“That will give you a moment to contemplate your naughty, errant ways.” Katie faced the wall and did that little bob I had witnessed so many times before. “Yes Miss Morgan.” It was a good ten minutes before I had finished my lines. I now had my hand up again. Yet again Miss Morgan was in no hurry to acknowledge me. I crossed and uncrossed my naked thighs and bent my stomach double to try and relieve the weight
“Now then Linzi I think you have something to ask of me?” “Yes Miss Morgan. Please may I go to the bathroom. I have finished my lines.” “Bring them to me.” I rose carefully. My bladder was bursting. Any sudden movements could easily lead to an embarrassing moment
I handed her the three sheets with the hundred lines on. She scrutinised them carefully and then laid them face down on the desk
“And what do they say?” I swallowed. My head was spinning from the need to pee. “Even fluffy headed receptionists like me must always ask for the callers name”
“Good girl! Well done. You seem to have learnt your lesson.” “Oh yes Miss Morgan. Thank you Miss Morgan.” Oh let me go you horrible cow! “So it won’t happen again?” “No Miss Morgan.” “Good, then run along and hurry back.” “Yes Miss Morgan, thank you Miss Morgan.” I felt so grateful and, I kid you not, I even found myself performing the little bob I had witnessed the other girls executing
However my needs were too urgent to analyse what was happening
Out in the corridor the Gents was next to the Girls toilets
I went into the Gents and saw the three urinals
I went up to them knock kneed, desperate to hold it all inside for just another few seconds
It was then, as I fumbled beneath the kilt, that it dawned on me. Mr Davies’s cruel restraint bent my penis backwards between my legs. I could not pee forwards like a man
I twisted around and backed up to the urinal, tugging down my knickers but soon realised that this was a recipe for a disaster. I would spray everywhere including down my legs and socks
I looked around the toilets in disbelief. They only had urinals. No cubicles There was only one thing for it
I shot into the ladies. I was dashing so fast that I barely noticed the glamorous, blond woman at the wash basins touching up her make up
“Hello Linzi,” she said amused at my knock kneed running
I did not answer. There was no time. I dashed into the cubical. Slammed the door shut and sat down. Tugging my knickers down in the same movement
No one in history felt the relief I felt at that particular moment. It gushed like Niagara and went on for ages. I thought I would never stop
When it was finally empty I felt the greatest release ever
I exhaled loudly
“Are you all right Linzi?” she sounded amused
I wiped myself between the legs with a tissue, pulled up my knickers and came out to face Deborah
Fortunately she was in a good mood. I hated having to ask anything of her when she was in a dark forbidding mood. But she was smiling and her eyes were glittering
She had just finished doing her eyes
“Better Linzi?” She asked as if entertained by my exploits
“Yes Miss Ford.” I washed my hands and carefully asked, “do you think it’s all right to call you by your Christian name? I mean, I you are married to me,” I added uncertainly, my voice trailing away
I saw the smile leave her mouth
I quickly added; “I mean in here. In private.” “Best not,” she confided. “What if Miss Morgan were to come in and over hear you?” “That’s true,” I agreed. That was a good point. You could always rely on Deborah to see the problem as a whole. “But why Miss Ford and not Mrs Hawkins, after all you are my wife. You should use my surname.” I had never heard of anyone other than actresses retaining their maiden name
My wife put her make up back into her bag and turned her face one way then the other in the mirror, to check that she was fine. She looked great of course. She always did
“Well it would not do for the others to know we are married, would it dear?” Why not, I wondered. “Oh,” I said uncertainly
“The other girls in the office might feel that you are getting special favours from me.” I nodded. That made sense
She sped towards the door pulling her shoulder bag on
“Er Miss Ford,” I said quickly as she held the door open. ” I’ll meet you lunchtime. There is so much you need to know about what happens in the office.” “It all sounds riveting Linzi but I am afraid that Mr Davies is taking me out to lunch today.” The door closed before she could hear me ask about later
I looked about the deserted toilets and satisfied that I was alone gave my beaten bottom a great big joyous rub. Ha! Miss Morgan would not know about that! I notched that up as another victory over the horrible cow
2 Our lunch turned out to be a bizarre affair
Miss Morgan led us single file, like school children, to a small room where the six of us sat in rows
A waitress then gave us a selection of sandwiches along with a choice of orange or apple juice. She wore a short blue shift that buttoned up the front, along with an apron and cap
Each of the girls in turn ignored the waitress and thanked Miss Morgan for their food. I, of course, was smart enough to do like wise. The waitress seemed to be in as much awe of Miss Morgan as the other office girls
After we started eating, in total silence, I should add, the waitress delivered to Miss Morgan a plate of steaming tagliatelle with chicken in a cream sauce
She then poured Miss Morgan a glass of cool, dry, white wine and stood beside her awaiting any future requests
It became even weirder. When we finished our plain sandwiches we simply sat there and waited patiently for Miss Morgan to finish her meal
Unbelievably the waitress took away her empty plate but then returned with a dish of chocolate cake and cream. Worse, Miss Morgan’s, glass was then topped up with more wine
This was dreadfully unfair. However none of the other girls complained so I sat with them, simply staring patiently into space. Yet another complaint to be made to Deborah – when she had a moment to spare me
Miss Morgan barely touched her sweet. She glanced about and said to the red head, Beckie, “you’ve been a good girl this morning. Here, finish this.” With that she pushed the scrumptious sweet in the direction of the over joyed girl
“Thank you Miss. Oh Thank you.” The rest of us sulked and pouted. As you know I had completed one hundred lines to her satisfaction. If anyone deserved a treat it should have been me
Miss Morgan rose. “Come with me Linzi. We have something to sort out don’t we.” “Do we Miss Morgan?” “Such an airhead.” Miss Morgan smiled sweetly, all the girls laughed at me. “Have you forgotten so soon?” I did not know what she was talking about, but being laughed at by this bunch of silly girls was too much. I stood, said nothing more, and followed the tall woman out of the canteen
As soon as I closed the door behind me I could hear the girls start jabbering. I decided not to tell Miss Morgan about their lapse
We headed back to the fitting room. Thank God I was going to be given back my trousers
Two minuets later I felt fit to burst into tears
In a moment of absolute shame Miss Morgan stripped me of my kilt and gave me a tiny, even lighter, and much shorter kilt of the type the other girls wore. It must have been only twelve inches deep
As I stood in my socks and knickers feeling sniffles coming on I decided to try and reason with her. “Please Miss Morgan this is definitely not a kilt. It’s a mini skirt made of some satin tartan material.” “You heard Mr Davies didn’t you? He is a stickler for presentation in his office. Now imagine if some of the other girls complained because you were allowed to wear a longer kilt than them.” This was crazy. It was not a kilt
“Of course if you want me to interrupt Mr Davies’s important lunch date and ask him..” Hmmph! He was not on a date! He was with my wife. However I felt it was wise not to disrupt his lunch
“Can we ask him later Miss Morgan,” I pleaded sorrowfully
“Of course you can Linzi.” Having squeezed that concession out of her I stepped into the kilt and pulled it up. Even with the zipper open at the back it was a struggle to get it over my hips
It fitted tightly around my waist and flared out around my hips and thighs
I reached around for the zip
“Mmmm, you do have nice legs Linzi.” Miss Morgan said admiringly as she pulled up my zip for me
“Thank you Miss Morgan.” “A short kilt really suits you, you know.” I had not thought of that. I turned to admire myself in the fill length mirror. She did have a point. My smooth, shaved legs did look sexy with more leg exposed between the kilt and the thin white, knee length socks
Miss Morgan put her arm around my shoulder and whispered: “in fact I would love to nibble the insides of your thighs.” I tried to push her off, but my efforts were half hearted. I wanted to hear what else she would say. I felt my heart thumping
She squeezed my waist. “And then I could tickle your hot bottom.” I felt her hand running up the back of my thigh. For some reason my knees had gone weak and my mind numb. I simply stood there, trembling, allowing her to take liberties
She patted my bottom through the knickers and said thoughtfully: “It is a shame the other girls can get away with tricks to make their legs appear longer and more attractive”
I turned to her in horror. I bet the other girls did have to tricks to make themselves more attractive
“What tricks Miss Morgan?” “They always ensure they wear slightly higher heels than anyone else. It makes their legs look longer, slimmer.” “That’s unfair,” I pouted
She patted my bottom. “It is. Their legs are in no way as lovely as yours
Yet by wearing the higher heels they can.” “I have an idea,” I said before adding very quickly, “Miss Morgan.” I was not going to upset her when she was being so kind to me. I gushed at her: “why not let me have higher heels too!” She patted my bum firmly. “You clever little thing you! That would put a stop to their tricks.” “Exactly!” I said triumphantly. I could see that Miss Morgan could be quite smart at times. She certainly cottoned on to my plan very quickly
So at one thirty p.m. exactly we returned jubilantly to the office. Miss Morgan held my waist in a very protective manner on the walk back, making me feel relaxed and confident. As you can imagine after my dreadful morning with it’s humiliations and beating, this was a very welcome moment
It was odd walking in the higher heels and short kilt. I was constantly tugging the hem at the back, feeling sure that it was not covering my knickers. Miss Morgan slapped my hands quite a few times. “Keep your hands at you side!” she warned me. She should try wearing such a short kilt. But there again, not everyone’s legs could be as nice as mine. I felt so wonderfully assured
I could not wait to see the look on the other girl’s faces. They would be so jealous when I walked in. Me with Miss Morgan’s arm around my waist
Of course I had to be careful if Deborah was there, she would make life hell for me if she saw me with another woman
I opened the door wide, ready for my acclaim
The shove in my back propelled me into the middle of the office. I was not quick enough to grab hold of the hem of the short kilt as it flapped around my knickers. The three inch heels forced me to use my arms to desperately keep my balance. I could easily end up landing on my sore bottom on the floor
“Now get back to your desk!” Commanded Miss Morgan in her sternest of voices
I stood flushed and shell shocked in the middle of the room, all the girls staring in surprise at my entrance
“And be sharp about it!” I sat smartly down at my desk totally in disbelief. Why the change in her manner? “Linzi will be receptionist for the next half hour,” she thundered as the office listened
“Then she will join Beckie and Katie in the conference room to keep Mr Davies and Miss Ford’s clients happy.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” we chanted in unison
“Jilly will man the reception desk for the remainder of the afternoon.” A dark skinned girl with short black hair nodded fearfully, “yes Miss Morgan.” “Sharon!” “Yes Miss Morgan?” It was the first time I had heard the curvey blond speak. Her blue eyes were wide with trepidation
“Make sure the uniforms are ready for tonight”
Sharon leapt up, performed the familiar bob and ran from the room, her short skirt swinging most sexily around her hips
I tugged hard on the hem of my own kilt to try and cover some of the cold chair, but to no avail. My still sore thighs now had the further discomfort of sitting directly upon the wooden chair. Short skirts were all right when showing off your legs but so impractical when sitting
I sat waiting patiently for the phone to ring. But now I had new fears. Why did Miss Morgan embarrass me like that, especially as she was so nice to me in the corridor. I guessed that really she fancied me and had to hide her feelings from the rest of the office. For that reason it was probably wise of her to push me around like that. No one would then suspect that she and I were so close
The second fear was about keeping my wife and her boss’s clients happy in the conference room. Needless to say there was no way I was going to parade around in this little kilt before a group of men. I wondered if I should write a note to Miss Morgan to explain my position
Then the phone rang and I answered with my well-rehearsed mantra: “Good Morning. You are through to Davies Limited, this is Linzi speaking, how may I be of service to you?”
In fact the phone was busy for the next half an hour, leaving me little time to try and understand what was happening. I really needed Deborah to help me make sense of it all
3 Mr Davies and my wife returned just after two. They were in good spirits, laughing and joking. Mr Davies kept his arm around my wife as they swaggered across to his office. I know Deborah would have a few things to say to him about that! Even I, her husband, was not allowed to touch her without instruction
They said ‘good afternoon girls’ and we had to reply in unison, “good afternoon Mr Davies, good afternoon Miss Ford.” Then they went in to Mr Davies’s office. I must say I was quite distracted as I waited for my wife to give her boss a good telling off for putting his arm around her. But they must have straightened it out very quickly because all I could hear was Deborah giggling and laughing. Then it went quiet. I noticed that some of the office girls were stealing glances in the direction of Mr Davies’ office, no doubt wondering what was going on
Fifteen minutes later they re-emerged with my wife looking a bit flushed, a sure sign that she had given him a pretty hard time. I almost felt sorry for the arrogant bastard. I bet she really tore him off a strip! Deborah told Miss Morgan that they were going down to the Conference room. When they left Miss Morgan stood and called Beckie, Katie and myself out to the front of the office
Now was the time to tell her that I would find it deeply humiliating to parade around a room in front of clients dressed like this
As I walked to the front I was pleasantly distracted by the way Katie and Beckie’s skirts swished around the tops of their legs
Katie had long legs and Beckie short and curvy but, as Miss Morgan had correctly pointed out, the short skirts and high heels made their legs appear equally attractive
Then I remembered how Miss Morgan had told me that my legs were better than any of the other girls. I felt a flush of amused confidence
“Now you girls better not let me down on this,” She glared at us one by one making us all feel anxious. “Follow me.” This was my opportunity to point out the error of her ways. I intended to be firm and resolute. “Oh Miss Morgan.” “Shut up Linzi.” “Yes Miss Morgan.” She could be very cruel sometimes. I know she had to hide her true feelings about me from the rest of the office staff, but really! She could go too far at times
We were taken past the conference room, which was one of those expensive looking light wood panelled rooms with a huge impressive table. I could make out Deborah and Mr Davies hunched over some documents. It was only a quick view and oddly it looked as though he had his hand on her bottom. I know what you are thinking: no way would any man dare do that to Deborah. It just goes to show how seeing is not always believing
Miss Morgan took us into the next room, which was a good deal smaller
It had a drinks bar and lots of cupboards. Two coffee machines stood on the counter
When would Miss Morgan listen to me? Soon it would be too late to replace me. I would have to consider simply walking out
“Take these, put them on.” Miss Morgan handed us some very frilly lacy items. I saw the girls unfold them and pull them on around their waists. They were aprons! “Let one of the other girls tie the bow at the back. I want you to look perfect for our clients. Nice and big and perfect.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” Beckie and Katie said as a chorus
“Yes Miss Morgan,” I said a little while afterwards. “Er Miss Morgan, may I have I word?” “Put your apron on please Linzi!” “It’s just that.” “Not another word until you are wearing your apron.” Her eyes rolled to the ceiling to demonstrate that she was not even going to look at me until I had put on the ridiculous garment
I pulled the tie ends around my surprisingly narrow waist and Katie pulled them taut and I felt her fasten them behind me. I could see Beckie fidgeting as she pulled the apron neatly around her own waist. The bow was so large and flouncey that it was comical. I smiled at the silliness. It made her look delightfully impractical, and decoratively feminine
Then Katie walked over to a mirror to check her appearance and I realised that hers was exactly the same as Beckies. I understood immediately that my bow would look equally as preposterous
I stepped over to the mirror desperate to see how awful it looked. Even from the side angle it stuck out a long way, leaving the strands of the ribbon, along with the bows to bounce on my bottom
“Stop admiring yourself Linzi and put this on,” Miss Morgan rebuked me “Oh I was not admir..” I was cut off by the sight of the next item
You will not believe this, but she handed me a sort of lacy maids cap every bit as flouncey as the apron
Katie and Beckie tied theirs around their heads so that the front frilly part stuck up, neat and white
“Oh no.” I said defiantly
“Hygiene regulations,” Miss Morgan said matter of factly. “It’s the law.” “Here let me help you,” said Beckie. The nasty, little bitch was smirking at me as she tied it onto my head. She then draped my long hair around the head band section so that the front cap appeared to stand up on it’s own
I gave her a withering look to tell her that one day I would get my own back for this
Then I heard voices and laughing in the conference room. The clients were arriving! My stomach turned over. Oh dear. I still had not told Miss Morgan that I would not be able to help out
“Right girls. We will be offering coffee,” she began itemising her list on her fingers, “tea, natural water and fizzy water during the presentation.” “Er Miss Morgan.” I had to tell her sometime. For her benefit as much as mine. She was wasting her time with me. She would only have to explain the same things to the next girl who would replace me
The slap across my thigh shocked me. It was a long moment before the impact and the sting registered
“Owch!” “Now pay attention!” She glared at me with that withering stare
I wanted to rub my scolded thigh but knew better by now. This was clearly the disadvantage of wearing a short skirt. She could slap me quite high up the leg with hardly any effort and there was little I could do to prevent it
I decided to pay attention. Best wait until after the spiel before informing her of my departure
“I hope you all got that because I will not be repeating it.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” we said together
“You will service the clients needs. What they want, they get! Mr Davies and Miss Ford will be far too busy to concern themselves with such trivia.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” we chorused
“At some point Mr Davies will offer the clients sandwiches. You will take their orders and ensure that the client gets what he wants and that it is suitably presented.” “Yes Miss Morgan.” “Woe betide any young lady that does not perform obediently and smartly
I want obedient girls and smart girls. What do I want?” It was as if we had rehearsed it for a school play. We spoke in unison
“Obedient girls and smart girls, Miss Morgan.” She humphed, which I was beginning to learn, was her way of saying: ‘it will have to do.’ She was not the most encouraging of people
I saw Katie nervously brushing her apron flat and Beckie touched her hair
Oh god. I felt as frightened as the both of them and I was not even going in! Miss Morgan opened the door and stepped inside leaving me with the two nervous girls
I had to confide with them, I had no one else to talk to
“Listen. I don’t want to let you down, but I will not, I repeat, not be going in there. It’s all right for you girls to .” Beckie and Katie exchanged an astonished, hurt look
Beckie was fuming: “and don’t you think for one moment that we girls always enjoy flaunting ourselves before men like this. God knows what they must think of us. Especially dressed like this” “I know what they think of us,” said Katie
Beckie squared up to me and as short as she was, I felt quite intimidated by her venom. “It will do you good to feel what it’s like to parade around in front of strangers with an inane smile on your face.” Miss Morgan reappeared and opened the doors wide revealing us to the clients who were now sat around the table
Oh God. Deborah stood at one end of the room near a huge computer screen. Mr Davies sat at the head of the table, quietly in control
Around the table were five men and two women. They all appeared superior to us. More important. I do not know why. Perhaps it was the thought that we were there simply to serve them
“In you go girls,” ordered Miss Morgan
4
I saw the other two girls turn on their smiles and walk in, their skirts swaying around the tops of their legs
I tried to explain to Miss Morgan for the umpteenth time that there was no way I could go in when she simply gave me the evil eye. Obviously now was not the right time. I followed the other two into the room. I would have to state my position as soon as possible
Miss Morgan raced around in front of us and I could feel my little kilt flapping against my bottom. I knew the heels would make it more pronounced and that I appeared to wriggle as much as the other two girls
I took a quick peek at the clients and noted that they were eyeing us up in turn. Taking in everything from the heeled T bar shoes, the silky knee length socks, the tiny sexy kilts, the sheer blouses to the daft apron and cap
And throughout this ordeal I simply smiled as if I was happy to let this happen
I watched as Katie reached the front, turn and face the audience. She bent one knee in front of the other and clasped her hands behind her back in a most supine manner
Beckie stood next to her and did exactly the same. Both wearing those idiotic smiles
I decided that for the moment it would be wise to play along with this act and mimicked their actions
I turned to face Mr Davies, my amused wife, and their clients dressed like a sexy girl from a male fantasy. I let my knee drop in front of my other leg and put my hands behind my back putting myself on show. And of course I smiled. I smiled broadly as if I was having the most fun in the world
How mortifying
You will not believe this but our audience applauded. All we did was walk in and stand before them and they clapped
Then I noticed that their praise was aimed not at us and our performance, but at Mr Davies and my wife. Deborah modestly directed the clapping back to Mr Davies who lapped it up like the arrogant bastard he was. I really detested him and was quite sure that Deborah could not wait to move to another job. She was very brave to stick with Mr Davies for so long. I admired her greatly
Miss Morgan stepped forwards. “This is Beckie,” Beckie did the bob business, her skirt flapping as she rose back up
“This is Katie..” Katie followed suit, the smile not wavering on her lips. My tummy was doing somersaults. When would my ordeal end? “And this is Linzi.” I performed the bob, smile and all. I kept my hands behind my back even though I felt quite sure my kilt was short enough to bounce up and show my knickers
“Linzi is new so be gentle with her.” The clients laughed at me and I blushed hot red
Miss Morgan continued: “if you require anything at all from my little darlings please just call one over and they will be happy to service your every need.” They chuckled again and I felt more humiliated than I had ever been before. And I include the terrible day when Deborah stripped me naked and locked me outside the house after I had burnt her lunch of grilled cheese
She did allow me back inside but only after all the neighbours had gathered at our gate to laugh at me. I was so incensed that for once I stood up to her. I informed her that if there should be a repeat of such an awful punishment I would leave her. She promptly threw me out again! I spent the afternoon, cold and naked in the garden shed. She is not a girl to be trifled with I can tell you
Miss Morgan walked away. “I’ll start the coffee and tea, girls,” she told us and then promptly left us
I felt so exposed and vulnerable. I would have given anything to be allowed to sit down. Even when Deborah began her presentation I know the clients continued to eyeball us. What was the point in making us distract the clients like this? Mr Davies obviously understands little about business. He would soon learn to appreciate what I could offer his company
I noticed that the two women clients were just as bad as the men. If not worse! I am sure that neither of them played the slightest attention to Deborah. Rather they amused themselves with us
In fact I was called over by one of the women soon after Deborah had begun pointing at the large computer screen
I kept my smile and quietly asked, “yes miss?” This was what I had seen the other girls do when the men had called them over. Except of course all the men had to be called ‘sir’. How degrading. Then they would scurry away to do their bidding
“Be a dear,” the lady began eyeing my thighs
I noticed that she was only young. Perhaps little more then twenty. Here she was ordering around a man dressed in this demeaning garb who was ten years older
She took the opportunity of staring at my legs before returning her eyes very slowly and deliberately to mine. “Be a dear, and fetch me a coffee
One sugar and milk please. Thank you.” “Yes miss,” I bobbed
I returned calmly to the first room with the bar when everything suddenly speeded up. It was like another world
“What is it?” Miss Morgan barked at me
“Coffee. White one sugar,” I replied quickly
Beckie was pouring a tea and adding a sugar to her cup. She too was moving briskly. Outside in the conference room she moved languidly and easily but here she was moving at break neck speed. She put the tea onto a tray and added a plate of biscuits. She then dashed to the door. At that point she slowed down, fixed the smile and returned with same the grace she possessed when she left
To the clients we appeared calm and efficient, but behind the scenes the proverbial swan was kicking its shapely legs like mad
My client’s coffee was placed on the tray. I added the biscuits myself. If Miss Morgan was impressed with my initiative she certainly hid it
As I waited for her praise she stared at me in disbelief
“Go girl, go!” She barked at me
I fled as far as the conference room door and then settled to the slow paced wriggling walk
I gave the client her coffee and she accepted the biscuits. She gave me a nastily, haughty smile and I did a bob. I returned to my place next to the other two girls
This was gong to be a long, hard afternoon. I wished to God I was not wearing heels. Not so much because of the insistent attention my legs received, that was quite nice, but because they were aching from having the muscles at the back of the legs stretched
No sooner was I back in line with Beckie and Katie than the other woman, who was sat on the opposite side of the table, crooked her finger at me
I wriggled gracefully around to her, smile in place
“I would like a Perrier water. Ice and lemon.” “Yes Miss.” I bobbed
I carried out that and many more demeaning little errands before presentation was over and the clients ordered their sandwiches from us
I swear that some of the men were so lusty that they even eyed me! To my chagrin Deborah totally ignored me! When she wanted something she called over Beckie first and then Katie, but never me! I suppose it was to save me some embarrassment but it actually made me feel insulted. I was doing just as good a job as the other two girls
In the second half the men asked a lot of technical questions to which Mr Davies and Deborah answered calmly and authoritatively. I must say that even if I did not understand the questions I was very impressed with the way they answered them
A chubby man in his fifties, who seemed to be in charge of all of the clients, then thanked Mr Davies and Miss Ford for their efforts and said that he and his team were all looking forward to the party downstairs
Apparently the rest of this man’s staff would be there
Needless to say no thanks were offered to the three of us office girls who had walked our legs off catering to their every need
As soon as Mr Davies led them out Miss Morgan reappeared from the second room with the speed of a gazelle
“Quickly girls. I want this place sorted and you in positions for the party in fifteen minutes!” Katie and Beckie threw themselves at the table, gathering up plates and cups in double quick time
“Miss Morgan,” I said. I should point out that as I spoke, the two other girls exchanged a look and rolled their eyes to the ceiling. One day I would make them very sorry in deed for their cheekiness. Miss Morgan turned on me with one of her frosty stares. I stepped back involuntarily and gripped my hands defensively in front of me. What do girls do with their hands when they are without pockets? “What is it now Linzi?” She really emphasised the ‘now’ as if I had spent all day moaning
“Sorry Miss Morgan, but it is now five o’clock, and my wife likes me to be at home before her so that I can prepare her a meal.” Miss Morgan picked up a long ruler from the table and headed towards me like a tank. Oh Dear! I backed up until I was flat against the wall. “Please Miss Morgan,” I whinned, “it’s just that you don’t know how angry she gets and.Ow! Oooooh!” She struck me twice on the bare thigh with the horrible ruler. This was definitely the last time I wore a short kilt no matter how good anyone said my legs were
“Now you listen to me,” Miss Morgan stated wagging the ruler at me, “I have never before come across such a lazy, idle, good for nothing, tramp like you.” As you can imagine I was ready to protest most vehemently at such an outrageous put down. However when my mouth opened she had the temerity to slap my thigh again. Oh god, how those stings hurt. I felt my eyes go hot, the way they do before I start crying
“You will listen! I have other uses for your mouth tonight.” Katie guffawed and Miss Morgan turned on her heel to face the girl. Katie fled into the second room carrying a jug of water
Angrily Miss Morgan swung back to face me, making me cower. “And you are a bad influence!” Me a bad influence! “I do not have the time to make you stand in the corner. There is far too much to do. The party will start shortly and all the girls will need to be down stairs serving drinks.” Serving drinks? Me a cheap barmaid! “Now if you will please give me a chance Miss Morgan.” Oooooh! I danced on one leg as the dreadful ruler cut my thigh
“Tonight you will report to my room before we make the trip to the hotel.” “Hotel?” I stammered. Yeaow. I started to cry. “Please don’t hit me again.” She took hold of my chin and lifted my tear stained face forcing me to look directly at her. “Have I got a good girl before me or a naughty girl?” she demanded
I did not fancy replying to that question. I continued to blub, hoping for some sympathy. You can imagine how much sympathy I got from that disdainful cow! She simply squeezed my jaw tighter
“A good girl Miss Morgan,” I whimpered immediately through my crushed mouth
She released me. “I thought so. Now tonight I will give you a further twenty strokes of the cane.” I did not feel up to protesting right there and then. Besides, as I intended to be at home with my adorable Deborah tonight, Miss Morgan would not have an opportunity to punish me. That would teach her. She would be in her room sadistically swinging her cane and I would be at home tucked up in bed with Deborah. Yet again I had got one over on her
“Yes Miss Morgan,” I said letting her feel that she had got away with it on this occasion
I sniffled back my tears and helped the girls with the dishes and plates
Then Beckie vacuumed the floor whilst Katie and I did the washing up
We had barely finished when the other girls from the office trooped in. As ever none of the girls dared to speak
I vowed to myself that when Deborah and Mr Davies promoted me to office manager, which would surely happen sooner rather than later, I would allow the girls to talk, well, at least during their breaks
At last with everything cleaned up six similarly attired girls stood in a neat line. Our hands clasped behind our backs, one knee slightly bent in front of the other while we faced Miss Morgan
Miss Morgan inspected us all, taking in every line, every detail: ‘pull those socks straight girl, brush your hair, straighten your cap. Tie your apron again.” Each one of us was found to be remiss in some aspect
We were then ordered to turn around so that she could inspect our backs
This was going too far! I already felt self conscious about my little kilt and the big bow that flounced on it as I walked. However I chose to follow her instructions in this instance and turned with the other girls
“Turn back.” We did so
“There will be fifty people down stairs in the bar area. Davies Limited have booked the bar for the night. You will remain in position until midnight. You may then have a light meal, something to drink and be sure to be on the coach for the hotel by half twelve.” Until midnight? Coach for half twelve? To a hotel? Oh dear no. Deborah would be furious. I would have to escape. There was clearly no point in trying to reason with the intractable Miss Morgan. Nor did I relish having a row with her in front of the other girls. As I had taken to letting her think she always got the better of me, discussing anything was futile
“I want to make this quite clear girls: you serve the women as well as the men!” I think one of the girls groaned at this but no one was quite sure who it was. Miss Morgan eyed us all angrily and then continued
“The women are as much our clients as are the men.” “Yes Miss Morgan.” “And if anyone asks you for a more personal service you must make it clear that you are only allowed half an hour. You see me when you leave with the client and then you will see me when you return.” Personal service? Leaving with the client? I wondered what the clients could want. Iron their shirts? Pack their cases? Sew Buttons on shirts? Of course Deborah had ensured that I was competent in all these housecrafts
It was a shame that I was not going to be staying so that I could impress the clients with my honed skills and services
Meanwhile Miss Morgan droned on and on
“You will not accept money for services rendered. They will be invoiced by myself and Mister Davies later, as we see fit.” Accept money? Gosh, would they give us tips for carrying out chores? “The last thing I want is a bunch of fluffy heads like yourselves running around with cash stuffed in your knickers and bras.” Oh she did have a crude way of putting it
“Finally some of your girls are more experienced than others in these matters..” She was looking at me! I shuffled my feet, hurt being thought of as less capable than any of these airheads at domestic chores
“….it might be wise if you resist any exhalations from clients to go to a room if your are not confident that you can satisfy their needs!” I just had to speak up for myself. “If it pleases you Miss Morgan. I would like to point out that I can match any of these girls in any of the skills required by the clients.” The other girls laughed and I turned red with indignation
“I can! I have been well taught.” They laughed again, even louder. Oh this was awful
Even Miss Morgan was smiling. “Linzi that is very noble and brave of you but if you are in any doubt see me and one of the more experienced girls will take over.” Now I was cross. I had a good mind to stay and prove that I could satisfy a client’s needs as well as any of these foolish girls. If not better. Perhaps I could delay my escape just to prove a point. Deborah was a stickler for perfect ironing. Indeed house hold chores were an important part of her life: she demanded that I did them perfectly at all times
She clapped her hands. “Sharon and Vanessa, you will be in uniform tonight.” I saw Sharon and Vanessa’s face fall. Katie, Beckie and Jilly looked very pleased with themselves
“Single file, down stairs. No chatting,” Miss Morgan barked
Now would not be a good moment to make good my escape. Too many girls around
“Linzi?” “Yes Miss Morgan?” “I was impressed with your little speech just now. About being open for personal services with our clients.” “Thank you Miss Morgan,” again I did that involuntary bob. I must stop doing it
“I think you may need a little help in some departments though.” She wore a mischievous smile
“Oh no, really Miss Morgan I am quite capable of doing these things myself. No trouble at all.” She smiled softly again, as she had done when I donned the short kilt. She moved in close to me. My heart missed a beat. There was definitely something sexy about her. I know she fancied me. It made me so nervous
Deborah would not even let me speak to another woman let alone allow me to be touched like this. Miss Morgan put her arm around my waist and guided me away from the direction in which the other girls had gone
Shamelessly I cuddled up close to her. The stinging from the ruler was fading now, though Mr Davies’s beating was still burning my bottom and thighs. I decided that perhaps she was not so bad after all
We returned to the fitting room. I was so happy, so relieved. She had listened. She was going to give me back my trousers and let me go home to my darling Deborah
She closed the door and held my hand firmly. I could hear my heart thumping
“Now Linzi I know that you want to do as well as those other girls.” “I can do better!” I interrupted but she put her finger on my mouth to gently shut me up
“I bet you can!” She nodded. “But you know what will happen don’t you?” I shook my head, my eyes wide with fear. She was warning me about something
“The other girls will attract more requests from the clients. You see? Then they will crow over how they did everything much better than you. They can be very cruel and bitchy at times.” She was right, they were a bitchy lot. I bit my lip. That was an awful thought
“You want to do as well as them don’t you?” “Better Miss Morgan!” I announced. I could iron as well as anyone
Deborah often praised my packing abilities. I could cook and sew. I would show these silly girls who was better
“The secret is to attract the attention of the clients. Now you do have your nice legs…” I blushed and bowed my head, shuffling with humility. She was so honest
“But of course in a dark bar, full of people, your lovely pins will be hidden from view.” I nodded, disappointed with that thought
“The clients will judge the girls on what they can see.” She said knowingly. “Boobs.” My mouth hung open. “boobs Miss Morgan?”
“Oh yes. Believe me I know these girls. They will stop at nothing to attract attention.” “That’s not fair!” I pouted. “I haven’t got any.” Miss Morgan smiled triumphantly. I had a wonderful feeling that she was going to help me
She opened a white box and from beneath a mountain of pretty tissue paper she pulled out a black corset
“Oh I don’t think.” “Quiet Linzi, and think about it for a moment.” She put her arm around my shoulder. At least she was someone who was looking after my interests
“Do you really want to be the only member of that office not to have any requests from a client?” I shook my head
“Do you want to sit on the coach tonight with all the other girls looking down their noses at you?” “No miss Morgan.” Of course I would not be on the coach. I would have escaped by then. But she did have a point. On Monday morning when I returned to the office, probably as manager by then, I would have to face the other girls. I am sure that they would lord it over me if they had enjoyed more requests
“There then! Once you have that on you should try these,” she plucked out two very real looking silicone boobs, “you put these in the cups.” “Oh I can’t do that. That’s.” I said shyly, “not right.” She smiled. “All the other girls use something to help them up there.” Do they now! That clinched it
“Thank you Miss Morgan. I think that on this occasion I will bow to your judgement and advice.” She sighed and then smiled. I decided to turn up at the reception down stairs and get more attention than the other girls, perform more chores and then still make good my escape! On Monday morning I could hold my head up high
“One other little thing,” Miss Morgan said
Oh she was thoughtful
She held out a small white tube of adhesive to me. “This will help secure the boobs to your chest. Stop them slipping out of the cups.” “Thank you Miss Morgan. I suppose a simple hot shower will release the glue at the end of the night.” “I’m sure,” she said dismissively
Suddenly I kissed her on the cheek. She was so kind and helpful to me
Then I went and prepared myself for tonight. I would show these inane girls a thing or two. I would ensure that I attracted most of the client’s attention. I giggled to myself. I bet I would leave some of those girls empty handed
End of part two
In chapter three Linzi discovers that he has to wear the maids uniform along with Sharon and Vanessa. Worse his bottom suffers from two further bruising encounters – including that of a handsome, young police officer
Deborah Ford