If you've read any of the other "The Birthday Suit Club" series you know how this all started. If not, then here is a brief recap. I was severely burned, including my face, as a child which lead to me becoming very reclusive as a teenager.
My sister, Gail, decided that I needed to have more social contacts. She caught me trying to overhear her telling a friend of hers about a recent episode wherein she flashed her boobies and decided that this was an opportunity she could use. She made a bargain with me to have some of her girlfriends from college come over and tell me their exposure stories in exchange for me letting them into my home.
This may not sound like much to you, but if you can try to imagine the looks of disgust or pity or revolt I've endured since the fire, you may be able to appreciate what it takes for a teenage boy to risk that kind of rejection from girls.
On my part I agreed with two conditions; one that the lights be kept low to minimize the risk of the girls' reactions, and two that I be allowed to write these stories down.
Gail agreed provided I ensured that the girls' identities be concealed. I accepted her condition. I record these stories and I try to write them in the girl's own words.
So here is Kelly's story. I turned 18 just before the annual Christmas shopping season, so I got a job working in the shipping department at one of the warehouses for a national chain of retail stores, never mind which one. There were about fifty people working there with most of them temporaries like me.
We had two permanent supervisors, Don and Doug, as well as the full time bookkeeper. Her name was Edith. Don came on duty when the warehouse opened at 5 AM. He worked till 1:30 in the afternoon. Doug came in about 1:00 to get up to speed on what was going on and then took over when Don left.
D and D as we called them, showed us how to run the equipment we used to unload and load the trucks that arrived at the warehouse. While Edith, who became a kind of surrogate mom for us temps, taught us all the forms we had to fill out so the information could be entered into her computer and inventory kept straight.
I was scheduled for the evening shift, but since I was trying to earn enough money to buy a car, I always came in early. D and D were always glad for the help because every day we got more and more stuff coming in and correspondingly more and more trucks going out. It seemed like no matter how fast we got there was always another truck waiting to be unloaded or loaded. We were constantly hustling to keep up.
Therefore I was doubtful the day D and D said that the evening before Christmas we'd be lucky to see more than one incoming truck and that there wouldn't be any outgoing. They had asked for a volunteer to work Christmas eve so they could be home with their families and since I wanted the money I volunteered.
As I had been told only one truck showed up and it was only partially loaded so I had it empty in a hurry. I signed his paperwork and watched him leave. Then I went back to Edith's office to enter the information in her computer.
When I finished and stepped out of the office someone grabbed me from behind. Before I knew what was happening he had my arms pinned behind my back. Someone else threw a bag over my head and between them they forced me back into the office and tied me to a chair. When they finished tying me up they removed the bag. By this time someone had turned Edith's desk lamp so that it was shining right in my eyes. I could barely make out their images, but I could see that there were four of them and that they were all wearing ski masks and dark clothing. One of them pulled out a roll of white tape and used it to gag me. Thinking back on it later I realized that not one of them had said a word.
Back to the story. They must have known what they were doing because one of them used Edith's computer to locate a shipment of the new toy that was all the rage that year. Even though I couldn't see from where I was tied in the chair I could hear them using the forklifts to load a truck.
