Bossed Into Panties

by Karen Petties

  

Part 1 Introduction

In the late 1980's, the UK was once again gripped by the effects of a recession. Companies were going bust, unemployment queues were lengthening, and downsizing was becoming the norm. This is the background to a story, that illustrates what people are prepared to do to hold on to their jobs when times are bad.

  

Chapter 1: Waking up to reality

Peter Taylor was the Finance manager for a hotel group. At twenty two he was the youngest and one of the most ambitious managers in the entire organisation. He'd quickly made a name for himself and the directors liked him. He worked hard, with a can-do mindset and had a knack for getting things done. They also appreciated his single minded attitude, that usually meant anyone in his way was simply mown down. His staff however, had a somewhat different view of the thrusting young man. Within a few weeks of taking over the department, he'd made four of the girls redundant and made it clear the writing was on the wall for a couple more. What they saw was an ass licking creep whose primary concern was in looking after his own interests. Any concern he showed for their welfare, and that was quite rare, depended entirely on how much use they were to him.

It was 10 o'clock and Peter woke up with a blinding headache and that awful sensation of the room spinning. He'd had a skinful the previous night so he wasn't exactly surprised. He glanced around. It was unfamiliar. For a moment he was confused and then it all started to come back to him…. "Oh God" he sighed deeply.

There were eighteen staff in the finance department, all young females apart from one new lad. As a result, there was always a birthday, wedding or new baby to celebrate, and after work drinking sessions were common place. It was one of these that Peter was suffering from right now. His fiancée Debbie, who worked in the same office, had come up with an excuse to get out of it, but as their manager he felt obliged to put in an appearance on the more important occasions like forthcoming weddings. Team spirit and all that! He hated these events, they were always the same and this was no exception. They'd ended up at a smoky bar, with the girls quickly becoming drunk and more noisy and boisterous as the evening progressed. Unfortunately, he'd also had too much to drink and when they all went back to Sylvia's house afterwards, she'd suggested he stay over to avoid driving home. Too drunk to argue, he'd agreed. Big, big mistake!

With his head still spinning, he looked more closely at the room he was in. There were several clothes dummies with half finished dresses and a long rail of completed garments. Sylvia was an excellent seamstress and used all her spare time to design and make up clothes to supplement her modest salary. It was Peter's fault she was poorly paid. She'd repeatedly asked for a raise, and had twice applied for promotion. On each occasion, he'd denied her. It was as if he had it in for her, but there was little she could do. Consequently, she had no option than to plug away at her dressmaking. She needed that second job to have any decent standard of living.

The room Peter was in, doubled as her workroom and there was a huge mirror on the wall for dress fittings. She was versatile and prepared to make almost anything but she tended to concentrate on bridal gowns and accessories as there was a lot more money in it. She also had one or two wealthy clients with young children who occasionally wanted something special for their young daughters, and she'd become quite adept at producing frothy little party and communion dresses with all the trimmings. Mostly though, she was asked to make wedding dresses for the girls at work, and there was always a steady stream of orders to keep her busy.

There was a knock at the door. "Hi Peter, it's me, Sylvia. I've brought you some tea, are you decent?" She didn't mind her boss staying the night, but it was getting late and she wanted him out of the way and her house back to herself.

"Yeah, just a minute" he groaned. He climbed out of bed and staggered over to the door but stopped dead in his tracks when he felt something very soft and feminine floating around his thighs. He looked down. "Shit!" he muttered. It was a nightdress. A powder blue nightdress of lacy satin, with thin ribbon straps over his shoulders, lace embroidery around the bust and a blue ribbon bow at the neckline. "Ohmigod" he exclaimed, rooted to the spot.

Sylvia grew impatient and pushed the door open. "Well you'd better be decent because….. oh wow!" she burst out laughing. She put the cup down before she spilled the tea. "Well, well. I know I said to make yourself at home, but just look at you. You should have said you liked to wear a nightie to bed. There are some really cute little baby dolls over there" she teased, pointing to some of the frothy concoctions on the rail.

"Yes, yes…. very funny. So which one of you is responsible for this…. this situation…. and anyway, where are my clothes?" he snapped.

"Oh no. Don't try to pin this on us, we didn't have anything to do with it. Don't you remember? You were so pissed last night; you staggered up here and started throwing your clothes out the window at passers-by. You might even find a few things still out there if you look. Mind you it's been raining so they'd be in a right mess by now. You were in such a state, yelling and shouting, we just left you to it."

"Oh God" he groaned, holding his head. He vaguely remembered having a go at some people making a noise outside and throwing some things out, but the reality of the situation was only just starting to sink in. He was a senior manager, responsible for discipline amongst a young group of staff and he'd have real trouble trying to explain all this - blind drunk, staying the night with one of his staff, and worst of all, waking up in a girl's nightdress. If his boss got to hear of this, he'd be in deep shit. Come to think of it, how would he ever be able to explain it to his fiancée, Debbie? He still didn't remember how he came to be in the nightdress though.

"Well, you'd better put this on" Sylvia suggested, handing him the matching negligee from the rail.

"What? You're joking, I'm not wearing that" he replied.

"Well I'm not standing here, looking at that…. that…. THING any longer" she argued. "I'm SO embarrassed" she taunted him in an exaggerated voice.

He suddenly realised, that despite his hangover he had his customary morning hard-on and it was tenting the front of the nightie in a most unladylike fashion.

"Come on, it's no worse than the nightie you're already wearing… and so obviously enjoying" she smiled, and held it out for him. "Hurry up and cover that thing up, will you?"

She looked him over. He was the type of guy that girls either found hugely attractive or rather effeminate, and some of them reckoned he looked too 'pretty'. He was slender, with smooth features, soft blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair. He could easily have been mistaken for a male model in the right environment. When he first joined, Sylvia thought he was really cute and secretly hoped he might fancy her. She even plucked up the courage to ask him for a date but was dreadfully hurt when he simply said no, and made no attempt to cushion the rejection. To make matters worse, he then made a move for her best friend, Jan. She'd never felt so humiliated and hated him for being so cruel.

"Come on" she said impatiently. Reluctantly, he threaded his arms into the puffy sleeves as she pulled the diaphanous chiffon around him and tied the ribbon at the front. At least it would hide his erection… although in practice… it didn't. It merely tied at the bust and despite his efforts to pull it together, it kept pulling apart at the front to expose his state of excitement.

"Oh yes, it's gorgeous on you" she teased, lifting the hem of the filmy material and letting it slowly float down over the satin nightdress. "Oh my God, Cherie will be SO jealous you got to wear it first."

"Cherie? What…. what do you mean…. what's she got to do with it?" he asked nervously, remembering that it was Cherie's upcoming wedding that they'd been celebrating the previous evening.

"She wanted something special for her wedding night so I made this for her. It's a complete set… gorgeous isn't it? It took me hours to sew all this lace on" she sighed, holding the dainty hem of the negligee and admiring her handiwork. "I think her new husband is going to be…. well, RATHER EXCITED… when he sees her in this, don't you?" she laughed. "And you should see the matching panties" she giggled, "darling little frills… so girlish" she squealed, searching along the rail. "Now, where are they?"

Peter swallowed hard, wondering…. no, dreading the thought that he might actually be wearing the frilly panties she was describing. She couldn't see them. "That's odd, I'm sure they were all together… oh no you can't be…. can you? You aren't wearing her panties as well are you Peter?" The look on his face was one of horror. He looked down and blushed. She giggled. "Oh come on, I've simply got to see this…. come on" she urged, attempting to lift the hem of the nightie whilst he tried to fend her off. "God, you are wearing them, I can see them underneath…. oooh you naughty boy!" she laughed, eventually getting the nightie to the point where she had a glimpse of the frills underneath.

He managed to push her away, but only just. She was laughing out loud at him. "OK, OK, very funny" he fumed. He didn't remember any of it. He certainly didn't remember putting the nightdress on and the severity of the whole situation was really sinking in. He was supposed to set an example to his staff. Yet he'd got as drunk as the rest of them, worse in fact. He's stayed overnight with one of the girls, apparently stripped and thrown his clothes out the window, and worst of all he was now wearing one of their nightie and negligee sets. A bridal negligee set to be precise. Oh yes and then there were the frilly panties…. but surely to God, he wasn't wearing those as well… was he?

"She'll be furious if she catches you wearing her things. If I were you, I'd get them off right now."

Peter was just thinking it couldn't get any worse when he heard voices at the door. "You in there Sylvia?" He panicked. Wide-eyed, he gave Sylvia a pleading look, but it was too late. With a wicked smile, she opened the door and Peter was now confronted by Cherie, Jan, Lucy and Fiona, all girls from his office. As soon as they saw him, their eyes lit up as if Christmas had arrived early.

"SHIT!" he exclaimed.

"Oh my God… just look at him" they shrieked. They were falling about laughing.

"Don't… look, just don't say a word" he warned them. "Whichever one of you is responsible for this, and don't worry because I'll find out, is in big trouble. Very big trouble." With that, they simply collapsed into more laughter. 'God, what a mess' he thought to himself, 'of all the girls in the office, it would be this lot'.

He could be very charming when he wanted to be and there were no shortage of interested females, but for a number of different reasons every one of these girls had good grounds to hate him. They really didn't care what he said, this was an opportunity they weren't going to miss.

"Oh doesn't he look sweet" Lucy joked. She was the youngest girl in the office, slim and petite with short dark wavy hair and a pretty face. She was bright, intelligent and had good qualifications but because she was new, Peter had given her a really menial job that bored her silly. When she'd asked for something more interesting and challenging, he put her down in front of the entire office and gave her two whole weeks of filing to do instead.

"What a darling nightie, that baby blue looks lovely on him doesn't it girls?" Fiona added. Peter glared at her. She was tall with an olive skinned complexion that belied her state of health. After a nervous breakdown she'd had a lot of time off work recently. Peter had been fairly unsympathetic and felt she'd had a lot more time off than she needed to. His view was that she wasn't pulling her weight and he'd given her a written warning which had shocked both her and the rest of the office.

"Yes, I've always thought how nice he looked in blue, and it's so refreshing to see a boy who's not afraid to show off his feminine side" Jan teased. "Would you like to borrow a pair of my panties to wear underneath?"

"Oh, very funny Jan!" He knew her so well of course. She'd just turned eighteen when Peter started dating her but it only lasted a short while. It was her naïve innocence that first attracted him, and the fact that he was the first serious boyfriend she'd had. He was keener still, when she warily confided that she was still a virgin. It was like a red rag to a bull and he'd been determined to be the first. Jan was quite firm and despite the fact she was besotted by him, told him he'd need to give her time. Naturally he told her what she wanted to hear, that he was happy to wait as long as it took, but deep down he was telling himself that he wasn't standing for any of that crap. Soon, he began talking about settling down and that seemed to do the trick. She doted on his every word after that and shortly afterwards went to bed with him. Jan was on cloud nine and everything was fine for a few brief weeks before a new girl started work at the office. Her name was Debbie.

Peter had interviewed her, and despite some reservations from the HR department over her lack of experience he offered her a job. It was easy to see why, considering her confidant manner and the two huge assets that stood out in front of her. She was almost the classic young English Lady. She liked to be wined, dined and generally spoiled by the man in her life. In return, she was always beautifully made-up, spoke well, dressed immaculately, and underneath wore expensive silk lingerie and fully fashioned stockings. As if that wasn't enough, she also had a fantastic figure, a pretty face, and huge breasts that wouldn't have looked out of place in a men's magazine. It was a formula that normally meant she could have any man she wanted, eating out of her hands. Naturally, she was the talk of the office and suddenly, every male in the company was finding reasons to visit the Finance department and ogle 'the new totty with the big tits'. Of course, the other girls thought it was pathetic, the way she had them all drooling, Peter included. It wasn't surprising therefore, that she hadn't made many female friends at work.

Peter hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. He was totally smitten and a week or so later, Jan was unceremoniously dumped and Peter and Debbie were an item. He couldn't believe his luck and had to pinch himself to think that she'd agreed to go out with him. Everyone was talking about it and he could sense the envy in every male's eyes when they were together. They all fancied her. With her extraordinarily large breasts she was sex on legs, and Peter knew it was a great coup to have the attention of the girl that every man in the company wanted to bed, including the senior management.

The fact that he'd dropped Jan so quickly was no real surprise to the girls in the office. They'd seen it coming a mile away but poor innocent Jan was blind to his cold hearted ways. She'd never really recovered from the humiliation and could frequently be found in tears. To make matters worse, he soon promoted Debbie to office supervisor and made Jan her assistant. Effectively, Jan became the office gopher. Not only was her heart broken but her life at work had quickly become a nightmare. Despite all of this, and completely irrationally, she still had some feelings for Peter. In truth though, this was probably more to do with the pain of rejection, and the jealousy and resentment at being replaced by little Miss Popular.

Poor Jan. The final ignominy came when Debbie appeared one morning flashing a shiny diamond engagement ring. She deliberately went straight over to Jan to show it off, and then had the nerve to ask her if she'd like to be chief bridesmaid. She just loved to rub it in. Poor little Jan, the distraught girl had to rush outside in tears. Debbie was on top of the world. She was in love with Peter but there was a lot more to it than that. She'd had two rotten years as a secretary, getting nowhere. Now Peter had given her a chance, she wasn't going to waste it. She wasn't just a pair of tits. She had more brains than most gave her credit for. Deep down, she was a scheming young woman with ambition that matched the size of her bust, and she'd decided that being married to the fastest rising manager in the company would be excellent for her own career.

Cherie took a step closer to her red faced boss to see exactly what he was wearing. "Hey, that looks like my nightie" she protested loudly, looking at Sylvia to confirm her suspicions. "It is, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so. Sorry. Looks like he picked the prettiest one" Sylvia replied sympathetically.

"That's supposed to be for my wedding night, you jerk. What are you doing in it, eh? Jeez, Keith is going to kill you when he finds out you've been messing with my lingerie." She lifted the hem of the nightie and immediately caught sight of his uncontrollable penis, pushing out the front of the panties. "The little shit! He's only wearing the panties as well! God, what do you think you're doing in my panties? Look, he's even got a hard-on. A hard-on, and wearing my panties. Oh how disgusting! You dirty little pervert! Little sissyboy. I bet you've been wanking haven't you? Wanking yourself inside my panties" she bawled.

There was a ripple of laughter from the girls. "That's right, you tell him" Lucy encouraged.

Cherie didn't find it amusing though. She moved closer until she was standing face to face with him, no more than a few inches away. "I bet you were lying there in my beautiful nightdress, dreaming about God knows what and wanking yourself silly all night. Oh bloody hell, I can't wear it now can I, it's ruined." She raised the hem a little higher. "And look at the panties, they're all out of shape!" she cried, her eyes welling up. "How can I wear this on my wedding night and try to look all sexy and seductive, knowing that you've been jerking off in it?"

Peter's head was bowed and he looked suitably contrite. There was nothing he could say. He couldn't hide the fact that he was wearing her nightie and he did have a hard-on. It didn't look good.

"Ssssh, sssh, it's OK" Sylvia tried to console her with an arm round her shoulders. "I'll rinse it out and give it an iron… "

"That's no use. It won't be the same, I'll always know he's been in it" she bawled. "How on earth can I feel all feminine and glamorous for Keith, knowing his filthy cock has been inside my panties? I mean, how would you feel if he'd been wearing your wedding night stuff?"

"Ssssh, don't worry, I'll make you another set… I promise."

"Yeah, and he can bloody well pay for it too" she blubbed. "I bet he's been into my bridal gown too." The mere though of it brought another flood of tears. "Jesus, you'd better not have or you'll pay for that as well! Yeah, I bet he'd just love to be the bride in a big white frilly dress and all the lacy underpinnings… walking down the aisle with some dishy guy…. kissy, kissy… yeah, look at his face going red girls. He's got it all planned. I bet he's been jerking off just thinking about his wedding night, sucking a nice big cock before he takes it up the ass. Ooooh yes, you'd like that wouldn't you, you filthy pervert?" By now, the girls were in fits of laughter at Cherie's heated and tearful outburst.

Before Peter could answer, she stormed out the room and returned with a camera. "I want this on film, he's not getting away with this." There was nowhere to hide as she pointed the camera at him.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing" he shouted. SNAP… SNAP…. SNAP. All around him, the girls were revelling in his humiliation, crying with laughter at the sight of their pathetic boss.

"Smile then. Give us a little twirl and show off your pretty nightie." Angela lifted the hem and Cherie zoomed in on the panties and his manhood, still swollen. "I'm definitely not wearing any of this stuff now. I'm having a complete new set. You can keep those, and tonight you can dress up all pretty for your boyfriend while he gives you a good seeing-to."

"I still can't believe it. I mean, fancy having a transvestite for a boss, who'd have thought it?" Fiona tutted.

"Yeah, wait till we show these photos round the office, they're never going to believe it" Lucy replied.

"And what will Debbie think?" Jan beamed at the thought of telling her. "Mmmm, I can't wait to show her how sweet you look in your nightie, darling."

SNAP SNAP SNAP. "Oh these are great photos" Cherie added. "You can even see his pathetic little hard-on."

"You're right. That is pathetic" Lucy agreed. "You wouldn't even notice that would you girls? My tampons are bigger than that" she added with a smile on her face. "Debbie must be very easily pleased, that's all I can say" she laughed.

"I wonder whether she knows about him dressing up. Maybe he'll surprise her on her wedding night, and change into a slinky little nightie for her. He could wear this cute blue one, couldn't he? She'd like you in blue, Peter."

"We'll have to get her a strap-on."

"Yeah, he'd probably enjoy that" they laughed.

Eventually, Cherie had all the photos she needed and Peter was left completely humiliated and deflated.

"Great, we've got all the evidence now" Cherie said excitedly, rewinding the film.

Peter was distraught at their stupid, childish behaviour and urgently began to look for his clothes. Sylvia was right, he had thrown them out the window, and not surprisingly they were now missing. He was going to have to grovel and ask Sylvia if he could borrow some things to get home in.

"Mmm, let me see" she mused. "Well OK, but you're not ruining any of my good stuff so I'll decide, right? First of all, we need to see what size you are" and she produced a tape measure and began carefully noting down all his measurements. This was exactly what she needed for what she had planned and she smiled to herself as she wrote down every last detail. "Right, that's everything I need. You should fit a size 10 so let's see what we've got."

He grudgingly had to accept a pair of white knickers with lace across the front, a pale blue blouse, skin tight white slacks and a knee length coat. He quickly dressed and was thankful for the coat because the panties were very obvious under the see-through slacks.

"Don't forget your nightie and negligee set then" Sylvia laughed as she handed him a bag on his way out. Fortunately he still had his wallet so he was able to get a taxi, and when he arrived at his apartment, he literally sprinted up the steps, hoping no-one would recognise him.

He was in a right state. How would he ever live this down? Would they tell anyone at work, and if so, what would the reaction be from the company? Then there was Debbie… oh God surely they wouldn't tell her, she'd never forgive him. His highly mortgaged apartment, his new car recently bought with a high interest loan, not to speak of his dreams of promotion. They could all so easily go up in smoke. He paced round for a while, and then did what he always did when he was highly stressed. He headed for the case hidden at the bottom of his wardrobe and pulled out a lacy white bra and sheer white pantyhose. They belonged to an old girlfriend who'd left them behind after they broke up. He undressed and slowly pulled them on, enjoying the smell of her perfume and the sensual feeling of nylon around his legs. Next came Cherie's pretty wedding night set. The filmy baby blue chiffon floated gently over his body. It felt gorgeous and he couldn't resist running his hands over the buttery soft material. Finally he took the dainty little panties and slid them up his legs, letting the elastic snap round his waist and the hem of the nightie glide down over his nyloned thighs. He felt better already. Lying down, his hand slipped under the hem and into the panties where he was already hard. Now, what had she accused him of?

He massaged his penis and closed his eyes. "Look at me now Cherie. Yes, I'm wearing your precious bridal nightie and guess what I'm doing in your panties." He smiled and rubbed a little harder, trying to imagine her on her wedding night. She would be stretched out on the bed, offering herself to her naked husband and his impressive erection. He'd be touching her between her legs, sliding on top of her, and guiding his weapon into place. Peter stroked away on his rampant penis. It wouldn't take long now, it never did.

      

Chapter 2: Girly night out

The following day, most of the girls in the office were having one of their regular nights out together. They'd made a point of inviting Debbie and made sure that she didn't worm her way out of it this time. Jan had some free tickets for a new club that had just opened and they decided to check it out. The moment they walked in, Debbie had a bad feeling. It was obviously frequented by groups of office girls out on the piss, many of them on hen nights and every one of them, out for a good time. It wasn't her kind of place at all and she was wishing she'd been firm and said no.

The girls stood around at the bar for a while and had a few drinks before finding a large table. The main event was about to start - the strippers. Debbie sighed, she hated this sort of thing. There was a big build up and most of the girls were behaving like sex starved idiots. Debbie had never seen anything like it and felt very uncomfortable amongst the hordes of screaming, mostly teenage girls. As the show began, one after another hunky muscular guys came on stage for their act. Without fail, they always ended up by taking everything off and there was often some kind of participation with one of the girls. Debbie was thoroughly embarrassed but they kept plying her with drink and eventually she got quite pissed, lost her inhibitions and became quite aroused by the sight of all the naked male flesh.

The last guy to appear was a well oiled six foot black guy with a powerful frame. He began dancing to the music whilst looking around, wondering who to pick on. Jan leapt up on to the table and began shouting to attract his attention. "Hey… big boy…. bride over her… bride over here… she's waiting for you." He quickly spotted them and headed in their direction.

"Oh what did you do that for?" Debbie shouted in a drunken voice, trying to make herself heard above the din.

"He's gorgeous" Jan laughed "and tonight… he's going to be all yours", she laughed, pinning a white veil to her hair.

"No. Get off!" Debbie looked aghast and tried to pull it off but he was already in font of her, gyrating to the music in a skimpy white silky g-string. His manhood was clearly visible, like a big sausage down the front of his pants and he kept brushing his hand across it and slipping the waistband down in a teasing movement. The girls were whistling and screaming and urging Debbie on. She may have been drunk but she certainly wasn't that far gone and she looked away and prayed he'd soon move on to someone else. Suddenly Jan got up and pushed him toward the poor girl. He put his hands onto the back of her chair and leant forward so that his g-string was gently brushing her face. Through the skimpy satin, she felt his cock against her face, and it seemed to be growing bigger by the second. Amidst the raucous shouting, he urged her to pull the waistband down but she turned her head away. All she could hear were the screams and shouts egging her on. With both hands, he pulled her face back toward him and rubbed his silky bulge against her. She could smell his sex.

"Go on" Jan urged, and suddenly yanked his g-sting down from behind.

"Oh God!" Debbie panicked. His cock sprang out in front of her.

He was holding her face, making sure she was watching as his hard cock bounced in time with the music, right in front of her face.

The girls were going wild. One of them grabbed his hard-on and pushed it towards poor Debbie's lips. She tried to resist but he pressed it against her plump red lips and told her to relax. Suddenly he was in and it filled her mouth, making her choke. There was a huge cheer from the girls as he thrust it in and out in a mock sex act. Debbie was about to gag when thankfully, he withdrew his lipstick smudged weapon and headed back to the stage with the girls going wild and poor Debbie dying of shame.

"You dirty girl" Jan teased. "Wait till we tell Peter about you."

After more drinks, the entire group of drunken, giggling girls ended up back at Jan's apartment. They were all quite pissed but Sylvia had made sure that Debbie was very drunk and they had to help her inside.

"So Debbie, what are your plans for the office? We've heard the rumours" Jan asked innocently.

Debbie had a smug expression on her face. "Well, since you asked. Big changes. You've all had it too easy. You're going to have to work a bloody sight harder in future. I can't stand all this chatting and larking about. I'm going to introduce some discipline, and anyone who doesn't like it can get out" she announced seriously.

"Oh that's nice, I don't think. I can't wait!" Jan said quietly, looking furious.

"Look, we don't want to talk about stupid work" Sylvia interrupted. "What we all want to know about is the wedding and how you and Peter are getting on. I guess he loves you to bits then?" she asked.

"Darling. He simply adores me" she said loudly and confidently in her drunken state "and he just loves these" she said brazenly cupping her large breasts. "Once they get a taste for caviar, they don't want to go back to fast food" she laughed out loud.

"OH… MY… GOD" Cherie muttered.

"Peter says he can't think why he ever looked at anyone with anything less" she said smiling, slowly looking round the room at their very average sized breasts.

They were all furious but Sylvia gave them a stern look and pressed on. "So, no worries about the wedding Debs?"

"Worries? What kinda worries" she replied in a slurred voice.

"Well, sex for example. Is Peter a good lover? Does he drive you WILD in bed, give you multiple orgasms till you BEG him to stop?" Sylvia giggled.

"What you mean is..... is he well hung" Vicky roared with laughter.

Debbie went bright red. "Um.... well..... yeah..... kind of. I mean.... well...... he's nice... you know... gentle and everything. I mean sex isn't everything is it?" Debbie replied, finding it more and more difficult to concentrate.

"Nice... gentle... oh shit that sounds boring! Give me a big cock any day" Vicky retorted. "I can't think of anything better than being done doggy fashion by a nice big one."

"Really Vicky, you're SO earthy sometimes" Sylvia looked a little shocked. "Well come on Debs, what's your favourite position?"

"What", she looked flustered.

"Yeah, come on, there's no secrets between us here, is there girls?" Jan demanded.

"Um.... position? What d'you mean?" she asked, her eyes beginning to close.

"In bed, stupid. How do you like to do it?" Vicky insisted.

"Ummm..... Well, on top I suppose. Yeah… Peter likes me on top..... kinda.... riding him, you know. And you know" she giggled…. "I tie him up sometimes" she giggled again, "and put my panties on him... ooh now that really gets him going ..."

"Noooo! You're kidding!" Vicky laughed. "He never wears your… panties!"

"Yep. B… but…. after we make love, he never seems to be able to do it again… for days. Is that normal d'you think? I've got him doing this fitness stuff at the gym... to see if it helps….. but anyway…. he is…. you know…. kind of cute."

"Cute! Huh! Cute and limp you mean. Listen if you want a guy who's good in bed, forget all the 'cute' crap, sweetie."

The girls exchanged knowing smiles.

"Does he do you doggy style?" Vicky asked, though she could guess the answer.

Debbie looked puzzled.

"You know, from behind" she added impatiently.

"Oh." Debbie's face lightened. "Oh no..... no.... that's a bit crude isn't it" she laughed. They joined in, but she didn't realise they were laughing at her... not with her.

"I don't suppose he's taken you up the ass then?" Vicky asked, determined to find out as much as she could.

Debbie was visibly shocked at such an idea. "Ooh that doesn't sound…. well it doesn't sound like Peter... I mean he's a nice, gentle boy, you know" she replied.

"What about oral then? Does he lick you out?" Jan persisted.

"God no… all that sucking stuff….yuk!"

"Oh, she doesn't know what she's missing, does she? You want to try shaving yourself down there darling. Men love it, don't they girls? He won't leave your pussy alone if it's all baby smooth and soft for him."

"Really? Mmm, well maybe I will… for our honeymoon perhaps" Debbie mused.

"Sod the honeymoon. Get it shaved girl, and find a guy who'll appreciate it" Vicky added. "You wanna try that David King, the Marketing guy."

"Mmmm, now he IS a hunk," Fiona said dreamily.

"They say he's got a great tongue" Sylvia laughed.

"Yeah, and they say he's got a great cock to go with it. Like a heat seeking missile" Vicky giggled.

"Well I wouldn't trust him" Jan added. "He'll say anything to get a girl horizontal."

"Yeah, well I still reckon he's gorgeous" Vicky replied. "He can have me horizontal whenever he likes."

"Hey Debs, have you ever slept with a black guy?"

"God no...." she giggled.

"Hey they're the best" Vicky laughed. "She's still got time though hasn't she girls. "And we all saw her swallowing that guy's cock at the club tonight" she laughed.

"Mmm" Debbie replied with dreamy eyes, "and they're supposed to be.... you know... really big" she said dreamily, remembering the porno film she'd watched. At that precise moment her eyes finally closed and she slid forward, her skirt riding up to reveal stocking tops and a pair of pink knickers with lace edging. The drink had finally taken its toll and she was completely out of it.

"My God! Fucking cow! Did you hear her? What a bitch" Vicky said, seething. "You know, I think she's worse than he is. They make a right pair don't they?"

"I know. They're both as bad as each other. What the hell are we going to do? I can't take this shit much longer" Jan agreed.

"Don't worry, I've got a plan to make their wedding night really special. One they'll never forget" Sylvia laughed. "It's going to need a lot of work though. Are you all up for it?" She needn't have asked.

First, they carried Debbie through to the bedroom and left her to sleep it off. Then Sylvia sat them down to explain.

"First of all, you need to know something about our dear boss. Jan, tell them what you told me a few weeks back."

Jan looked puzzled.

"You remember the undies… and other stuff" she reminded her.

"Oh yeah… well…. well he's really into women's lingerie… I mean he was always buying me all this frilly stuff to wear."

"And…." Sylvia encouraged her. "What was he like in bed?"

Jan looked embarrassed. "Um…. well nothing special… he needed a lot of… well… stimulation to get it…. well you know."

"And what else?"

Jan hesitated. Her face was quite red. "Well…. there was this time he wore one of my nighties to bed…. when we made love…. actually he did that a few times" she admitted. "It did seem to help."

"Noooo!"

"How gross! No wonder he was into my nightie the other day at Sylvia's" Cherie added. "God, I could never get it on with a guy while he was wearing my stuff. It'd be like sleeping with another girl."

Sylvia continued. "And the other evening I had a rummage through his desk, and guess what I found?"

"A load of dirty mags? They all read porn, even the shy ones" Vicky replied, knowingly.

"No" Sylvia replied. "He had a copy of Brides magazine and several girly fashion mags."

"What? I don't believe it. What guy reads bridal magazines?"

"Exactly" Sylvia said.

They were all so busy listening to this intriguing information, that no-one noticed how quiet Jan had become. There was a tear in her eye, and Sylvia suddenly spotted it. "Oh it's OK Jan" she soothed, putting a comforting arm around her. "Give her a break, girls. He's the first guy she's slept with. He wasn't good enough for her anyway. Look at her, she's gorgeous. You'll soon find yourself a nice boy, a real hunk, won't she girls?"

"Course she will. A nice boy who can't wait to get her into bed… and doesn't need to wear her nightdress either."

Jan brightened up a little and smiled, allowing Sylvia to continue. "Anyway the thing is, he's obviously into girl's clothes and likes to dress up. A lot of men like that are bisexual, sometimes gay."

"He's never gay!" Jan retorted.

"Well maybe not, but he might be interested in other men…. with a little encouragement" Sylvia added with a glint in her eye. "I mean, if he's turned on by wearing sexy lingerie it can't be that difficult to push him a bit further down that road, can it? Now then, we've got three weeks before the wedding and by that time we could have him completely hooked on women's clothes, and starting to have all sorts of girlish feelings about other men. We'll get him round to my place after work and get him all dolled up. I'll make him some cute dresses and we'll soon have him wearing panties to work, then stockings, and then we'll just keep turning up the heat. He might not be interested in boys just yet but even Debbie's starting to dress him up in her underwear, and if we get him all prettied up and used to wearing a dress, there's a good chance he'll start to accept it and look for some male attention. I want him looking at guys… thinking of guys… dreaming about guys… "

"And gagging for them in bed!" Vicky added, wickedly.

"My God! You're wild" Jan screamed. "Are you all off your heads? You don't seriously think it's going to work do you? He'll shop the lot of us and we'll all lose our jobs… and besides, where's all this going?"

"He won't do anything against us whilst we've got the incriminating evidence. We'll tell him it's us who'll shop him if he doesn't comply" she replied. "Look, I'm very friendly with the Managing Director's wife and I've got an idea…. but I can't tell you about it just yet. You've just got to trust me. We have to encourage his feminine side."

"Hey I've an idea" Lucy joined in, giggling uncontrollably. "You heard her say they'd joined the local gym. Well, my cousin Ron is one of the personal trainers there and he's managing their sessions. I tell you what, he'd screw anything in a skirt, and I mean ANYTHING."

"Oh great. You're thinking of Debbie I assume?"

"Well… maybe. Hell no, I was really thinking about Peter! I told you, he's absolutely wild and I'm sure if I have a word, he'd be more than willing to help out."

"Hey, now that's exactly what we need, Lucy. We'll leave that to you then" Sylvia replied enthusiastically.

"And I know where I can get hold of some dirty videos" Vicky added. "Why don't we start sending him porno films, some nice gay ones? If they don't give him ideas nothing will. We could put a note in, saying they're free samples from a film club or something. What do you think Sylvia?"

"Yeah, that sounds good as well. Now, let's move on to Debbie. By the time that poor girl gets to her wedding night, I want her absolutely gagging for it. That means we've got to find a way of keeping her mind on men... and sex, but at the same time we've got to stop them doing it together."

"What? That's impossible! How on earth do we do that?" Vicky asked.

"Well. Remember what she said about it taking him days to recover. We'll milk him at every opportunity. Maybe that should be Jan's responsibility…. that's if you're OK with that Jan? I mean, you're the one he went out with, and like all men you can bet he won't miss the opportunity of a girl giving him a hand job.

"Um, yes. I guess so" she replied.

"We also need to put a few temptations Debbie's way and keep her feeling randy. Vicky, you know plenty of cute guys at work. Some of them must owe you a favour or two. We need guys coming on to her big time, chatting her up at every opportunity, getting her interested, you know the score. It can't be that difficult…. not with those tits of hers. And why don't we send her some videos as well? Plenty of well hung studs with lots of hot shagging. That ought to drive her crazy, especially if she's not getting it from Peter. Just think," she giggled "while we're making Peter all pretty after work, she'll be able to settle down with a naughty film and think about what she's missing. Hopefully, that'll keep her nicely on the boil for her wedding night.

"OK. But I still don't see the point" Vicky said, looking perplexed.

"Look, I haven't worked out all the details yet, but I promise you that by the time of their wedding, they'll be out of our hair… both of them. We'll be rid of that bitch from our office and our jobs will be safe. After all the shit we've had to take from the two of them, we'll make sure that neither of them forgets their wedding day or their wedding night in a hurry, and neither will we" she laughed. "We've all got invitations so we'll be right there to see them suffer. Now, this is important. Whatever we think of Debbie, we've got to make her think we're her friends. Make her think we'd do anything for her. She's got to trust us, confide in us, and depend on us. However bad she is at work, we've just got to turn the other cheek for a while. If we get it right she'll get her just desserts…. in spades" she promised.

Debbie received her first video three days later. It wasn't unusual to receive unwanted junk mail and it usually went straight in the bin. But she was intrigued at receiving a parcel, surprised to find a video inside, and a bit shocked to find it was a porno film. She'd never seen a dirty film in her life and she decided to watch it out of idle curiosity. To say that she was shocked was an understatement. She was a bit naïve about sex and she'd never seen anything like it. They were going at it like wild animals… and the men! Guys of every colour and race, all with great bodies. The one thing they all seemed to have in common though, was that they were all well hung. It was a sexual feast! They seemed capable of shagging every available female, and in every conceivable position, for hours at a time. She was staggered, they never seemed to get tired. By the end of the film, she'd learnt a hell of a lot. She'd just had a massive sex lesson and realised how inexperienced she was, and also what she was missing out on. She rewound the tape and watched it again, this time with her skirt round her waist and a hand inside her panties.

The next morning, another parcel was delivered. She had a feeling it was more videos and ripped the packaging open to see. "Oh my God" she muttered, "Monster Cock Addiction…. and… Double Penetration." Even looking at the covers, she felt a little faint. "Well, you little beauties are going to have to wait till later" she smiled. Tonight, she was definitely not going to be late leaving the office.

Peter's videos began to arrive at the same time but unlike Debbie, he had no hesitation in getting stuck in. He was quite repulsed at the first one. He'd never witnessed guys kissing or having sex before. But he couldn't help admiring the athletic and well built young men unashamedly displaying their equipment. Each day he received another film and each day he watched it.

By the third video, the sexual content was getting stronger and more kinky. A young Japanese boy was dressed as a girl. He was slightly built and wore a rather childish dress with a very short skirt. He looked very feminine with his cute make-up, and several men took it in turns to screw him. Peter had never felt so excited. He pulled on a pair of panties and one of his nighties, and sat with a raging hard-on through the entire film. Just because he found it sexy, didn't mean he was gay did it? Surely, he wasn't the only guy that would be turned on by this stuff. He felt so confused but at the same time, thoroughly aroused.

       

To be continued…..

  

  

  

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