When Heather leaves her employment, she is stripped by her boss, but later turns the tables on her.
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Heather worked as a shop assistant in a women’s boutique, and had been doing so for about six months before she was offered a better job in a rival shop. Her departure had not gone down well with the owner, Miss Grey, so she wasn’t sorry that this was her last day. Closing time eventually came around and she said farewell to the other three assistants before heading for Miss Grey’s office as she had been requested to do earlier. She knocked and entered to find Miss Grey sitting behind her desk sorting through some paperwork. Miss Grey was in her mid thirties, nearly six foot tall with long black hair, she wore today, as she always did one of her navy blue business suits. She was not easy to get on with and never socialized with her staff, in fact her first name was completely unknown to any of the staff including Heather who now stood rather nervously in front of the desk. She was wearing the uniform provided for the shop staff which was quite a neat affair consisting of a matching navy blue jacket and thigh length skirt with black stockings and black high heeled shoes; a white blouse finished it off.. Miss Grey always had an air of authority about her and today was no exception as she looked up at the blonde 23 year old who uncomfortably avoided her gaze.
"Right," she began. "I’ve got a few forms for you to sign and then there are a couple of other matters to sort out before you leave, Heather."
"OK," Heather replied and she spent the next few minutes signing her name on various bits of paper as directed by Miss Grey. Once she had finished Miss Grey collected the papers together and put them in a drawer before once again addressing Heather.
" That’s the paperwork done which just leaves two other matters to deal with, the first being your uniform, we’ll need it back of course."
" No problem," Heather told her. "I’ll drop it in sometime next week, if that’s alright?"
Miss Grey was silent for a moment before she replied.
"I’m afraid it’s not, you see the last three people who have left all said the same thing but I’m still waiting for their uniforms."
"Oh but I’ll return it," Heather assured her.
Miss Grey looked thoughtful for a moment but then sighed and said, "No, I’m sorry, you’ll have to leave it now, I can’t afford to lose another one."
"But I’ve nothing else with me," Heather pleaded, "not even a coat."
"I can’t help that, Heather. I really must have the uniform before you leave."
Heather continued to plead with Miss Grey but deep down she knew it was a hopeless cause, Miss Grey was well known for not changing her mind and clearly she was doing this to get her own back on Heather. She eventually fell silent as her pleas were obviously falling on deaf ears and just stood there staring at her feet. Miss Grey finally broke the silence saying, in a icy tone, "I haven’t got all night Heather, the uniform please."
Fighting back the tears Heather began to slowly remove her jacket not really believing that this was happening to her. She remembered to take her keys out of the jacket pocket as she placed it on Miss Grey’s desk. She then undid the belt on her skirt before reaching behind her to unbutton and then unzip her skirt. She paused her and looked a Miss Grey, but the shop owner was busy, or a least appeared to be, looking through some invoices. Heather dejectedly let her skirt slide slowly to the floor, stepped out of it and then picking it up put on top of her jacket on the desk. The air felt cool on the bare flesh at the top of her thighs between where her hold up stockings finished and her rather brief white knickers began. Heather struggled with the buttons on her blouse as by now her hands were trembling and she was having difficulty controlling her fingers. The buttons on her cuffs caused the most trouble but eventually she succeeded and removed her blouse to reveal her 38C breasts which her white lacy half cup bra struggled to hold in place. She dropped the blouse on top of the rest of her uniform and stood back from the desk but before she could say anything Miss Grey, without looking up, curtly said, "The shoes are part of the uniform as well."
Suddenly Heather seethed with rage at the way Miss Grey was treating her and she wrenched the shoes from her feet and slammed them down on the desk.
"There you are," she hissed through clenched teeth.
Miss Grey looked up at her with a faint trace of amusement on her face before adding, "The stockings belong to this business as well." And then picked up her pen and began to write. Heather now red in the face could hardly control her anger as she virtually ripped the stockings from her legs and literally threw them at Miss Grey where they landed on the desk just in front of her. Miss Grey, with a look of distaste, carefully picked up one of the stockings with the end of her pen and deposited it in the rubbish bin. She then repeated the exercise with the other stocking before carrying on writing.
Heather stood in front of the desk in just her bra and knickers, her feeling of rage rapidly subsiding to be replaced by one of great anxiety.
"How was she going to get home," she thought desperately to herself, at least her car was in the underground car park below the shop. She felt a wave of panic sweep over her as she realized her predicament.
Her thoughts were then interrupted as Miss Grey put down her pen and said, "Thank you for the uniform, Heather, that just leaves one final matter."
"What’s that?" Heather spat out determined to put on a show of defiance despite her true feelings.
"The matter of the money that I lent you out of the petty cash," Miss Grey informed her.
"Well, I haven’t got any money, so you’ll have to wait, won’t you?" Heather replied coldly.
"I’d like to," Miss Grey continued, "but as I said earlier I have no guarantee that you will come back so perhaps you’d better leave something as security. Just for my peace of mind."
"But I don’t have anything," protested Heather. " I promise I’ll come back and pay you."
"I see you don’t even have a watch, " Miss Grey went on, "so you’ll have to leave something else instead."
"Like what?" Heather retorted.
"I’m afraid there is nothing else for it, you’ll have to leave your bra and knickers, they should more than cover the outstanding amount."
Heather was panic stricken. Surely Miss Grey wasn’t going to send her home without a stitch.
"Please, Miss Grey," she begged, " take my bra and knickers and I’ll be left with nothing."
"I’m very sorry, Heather, but I see no alternative. When you come back with the money, I’ll be happy to return them to you."
"Please, No!" Heather pleaded, "Don’t..."
Miss Grey said nothing but looked straight at Heather who could tell by the expression on her face that further argument was futile. So with tears welling up in her eyes she reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. Her breasts swung free as she slipped her arms very slowly out of the straps and put the white lace garment on the desk. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and extremely slowly slid them down to her knees where she let them go to fall to the floor by themselves. Bending down she felt very vulnerable and put her arm across her naked breasts as she reached to pick up her knickers. These she put on top of her bra and then stood back, still covering her breasts, to await Miss Grey’s next move. Before Heather had much time to think about her predicament Miss Grey put down her pen and addressed her.
"Thank you, Heather, I’m sure you will be aware that I will be sorry to see you go and I wish you well in your new job." Heather couldn’t believe it, Miss Grey was talking to her as if nothing was amiss: yet she had jut made one of her staff strip naked in front of her. Heather could barely comprehend it as Miss Grey continued.
"Er, in view of your present situation, I’ll let you out of the fire exit directly into the car park. I believe your car is parked there."
"Yes," was all Heather could manage to whisper in reply not believing that this could be happening to her.
"In that case," Miss Grey went on, "as we’ve nothing else to do here I’ll take you down to the fire exit and bid you farewell."
Heather thought briefly about begging Miss Grey for her clothes but she knew that it would be a waste of time so instead she remained silent as her former boss came round from behind her desk, picking up Heather’s keys as she did so and headed for the office door. She opened it and walked out into the shop, Heather followed. As they walked through the store Heather looked at Miss Grey’s skirt swishing on her legs and wished she could feel a skirt doing the same on her own legs. In fact at that moment she would have settled for the feeling of any sort of clothing upon any part of her body. She felt strange as she followed Miss Grey, shoes clicking on the hard floor. In contrast Heather padded along silently behind with the floor feeling cold on the soles of her feet. Not that she really noticed as her thoughts had now turned to what would happen when she left the store. They eventually arrived at the fire exit and to Heather’s amazement Miss Grey turned and smiling held out her hand, "Well goodbye and good luck."
Heather with her mind in a turmoil found herself shaking the proffered hand and actually saying "Thank you."
Miss Grey then turned and pushed open the fire exit door. Heather felt herself involuntarily taking a step backwards as Miss Grey took a quick look around the car park before turning to Heather and saying, "All clear, off you go."
Heather took a deep breath and stepped through the door. To her horror she saw that there were still a few people around but as she turned to go back into the shop the fire door clanged shut behind her. She was well and truly on her own. Quickly she crouched behind a parked car and then carefully peered over it to see if she had been spotted. She hadn’t and after a good look round she set off towards her car in a crouching sort of run. As it was evening there were not many cars left and quite often she had to break from cover and make a dash in the open. Her progress was further hindered by being barefoot and not able to run very fast. So with several detours and one or two heartstopping moments when she was nearly spotted it took her nearly fifteen minutes to negotiate the car park. Finally she reached her car and still crouching she unlocked the door and thankfully slid inside. She had a quick look in the back but there was absolutely nothing to cover her nakedness.
"Oh well," she thought to herself, "It's dark outside and nobody will see me."
It was then she noticed the little green light on the dashboard.
"Damn I must have left the lights on this morning," she said out loud to herself.
About two seconds later a terrible thought hit her as she desperately jammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine did not even turn over, the battery was completely flat……………
