Well, I was at home now, all by myself on a Friday night, which was not how it all started. Unfortunately my own stupidity along with two of my girlfriends had put me in a position that I was not too happy with, but I appeared that I had lost control of part of my life this night.
I was scared, nervous, pissed off and slightly horny. Afraid of my boss most importantly right now, since she had caught me naked in our office and had taken advantage of it to give me a spanking and then take me home naked. She sent me off to my apartment wearing only some low heels and it was only by sheer dumb luck that I made to my apartment without being seen by anyone.
I was also pissed off at my two girlfriends who had come with me while I was doing my stupid naked dare, but when they heard my boss yell at me, they bailed out and left me alone to take the consequences. One of them also had naked pictures of me at work and I wanted to get them deleted from her phone as soon as possible.
I had been home for only half an hour and after the first blush of relief to be in my apartment and getting something on, I had called her three times already and she wasn't answering. Which of course made me angrier.
And, last but not least, I was nervous, thinking of what was going to happen to me. My boss, Ms. Holcomb, had me dead to rights. She could get me reprimanded or fired if she told anyone what I had done.
I was screwed, no two ways about it.
As soon as I was inside my apartment and stopped shaking I got dressed. I put on panties, a bra, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt and sweatpants. If I could have figured out how to wear more than I was, I would have. I thought about, again, how stupid I had been but my mind wandered. I could see myself, in the parking ramp, handing Ms. Holcomb my jacket and standing right out in the open, naked. I shivered. I could see myself, walking behind her to my car and how I slumped down to hide myself. And then hearing her tell me to sit up like a lady. HA! I was certainly not a lady at that moment, but I sat up. Then I remembered the drive home, glancing out the window, praying that no one would pull up next to us. And last but not least her telling to go home and my shock at realizing that she wasn't going to give me my jacket. And the creeping walk that I did to my building and how I ran up two flights of stairs, again praying that I would not meet anyone. And lastly, my dash to my apartment, naked in my hall, scared that a neighbor who knew me would step out and see me.
My relief at getting inside almost made me fall to my knees.
And now I was finally dressed, covered up and safe in my apartment, but my so called friends were not answering their phone. As I thought of every thing that had happened to me, I felt my traitorous nipples crinkle up and harden. My God, I could not be thinking that I had enjoyed this! But God, I felt warm and almost tingling! I very tentatively moved one hand down and lightly touched my crotch through my clothes. I felt warm, very warm. I jerked my hand away from myself and picked up my phone again. I dialed once more and she answered.
"Thanks, you bitch! Where the hell did you go?"
"We got scared and ran. What happened?"
"None of your business! I want those pictures deleted right now!"
"Of course, as soon as we hang up they'll be gone. What happened? Are you in trouble?"
:"I guess you could say that. I'd like to say it's all the two of your fault, but I was stupid enough to do it. But I will not ever forgive you for leaving me there alone."
"We're sorry, Sabine. Do you want us to come over?"
"NO! I just want to be alone."
"OK. We understand. If we can do anything please let us know."
"Yeah, sure, of course. Delete those pictures, now!"
"We will. Good bye."
"Good bye."
I hung up my phone and leaned back on my couch. You are fucked, Sabine, fucked. And I went to bed. I was haunted by nightmares all night long. I dreamed that I was naked at my desk. I dreamed that I was standing at the copier and fax machine, wearing only low heels and that everyone in the office had walked by to look at me. I dreamed that when work was done I walked out of the office to my car, naked. I dreamed that it didn't bother me a bit. And I woke up three or four times, sweating and it took me forever to go back to sleep and then another humiliating and embarrassing dream would take over my sleeping brain. Needless to say, I did not sleep well at all.
I got up the next morning, tired and upset. What was I going to do? Better yet, what was Ms. Holcomb going to do? Was she going to report me and get me fired? I needed my job. I needed my job badly. I couldn't afford to lose it.
All day I worried and fretted, driving myself crazy. I finally convinced myself that I would throw myself on her mercy. She certainly had to feel something for me, since we had been working together for three years and seemed to have a good working relationship. I figured that I should be able to get out of the entire situation by being contrite and using the relationship that we had developed over the years we had worked together.
I spent most of the afternoon and evening plotting how I was going to manipulate Ms. Holcomb and keep myself out of trouble. She had already told me that she wasn't a lesbian so there was no sexual basis for anything. And since I was in my 30's and not a hot body I shouldn't be all that desirable in any case.
I didn't eat very much on Saturday, big surprise! I was still nervous and I didn't sleep that well Saturday night either. I didn't have as many nightmares, but I had a very vivid dream of me, at work, wearing my good heels, earrings and a necklace and nothing else. What was so very disturbing about the dreams that I had been having was that nobody in them said a word about me being naked or even made any comments. It was as though all the people at work would not be shocked or care one iota that I was naked. The absolute worst part about them was that my nipples hardened in them and that I felt a very warm feeling way down in my abdomen, as if I was aroused by being naked around all of them. That bothered me a lot.
I got up Sunday morning and rehearsed some more and finally, a little after noon, I dialed Ms. Holcomb's home telephone. It rang several times and I was just about to hang up when she answered.
"Hello."
"Hello, Ms. Holcomb. This is Sabine. I need to talk to you."
"What about?"
"Ah, Friday, Friday night, Ms. Holcomb."
