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.
When they finished they came back into the office. Apparently it had been hard work because Don had removed his ski mask and I instantly recognized him. He must have seen the look on my face because his hands flew up to his face. Dammit was all his said.
Then I was even more astounded when one of the others reached up and pulled her mask off. It was Edith. The other two then followed suit. As I had expected one them was Doug and the other was the truck driver who had made the delivery earlier.
The truck driver asked Edith what they were supposed to do now. She replied that they had to figure out a way to keep me quiet. Don asked if she thought they could buy my silence. The trucker startled me when he said they might have to make it permanent. Edith angrily replied that he should shut the fuck up.
She went on to say that money might work, but she had another idea. Then she lead them out of the office. About twenty minutes later they came back in. Don was holding a obviously new cell phone. It occurred to me that they probably had got it off one of the shelves.
Edith came over to me and told me that she thought I was so pretty that I ought to be in pictures. Then she instructed Don to take a couple of photos. When they examined the images Edith said that she was right, that I was very photogenic, but that she thought the pictures needed more of an edge.
Then she pulled a pair of scissors out of her desk drawer. I can tell you a lot of thoughts flashed through my mind, but what she did wasn't one of them. She reached up inside my pale yellow T-shirt and cut the straps of my bra, then she cut the band between the cups and pulled the tattered remains out.
My glance downward revealed the sight of my nipples pointedly making themselves conspicuous. Looking up I saw the men were captivated by the show. Don got ready to take another picture, but Edith told him to wait. Then she got the spray bottle she used to water the plants in the office and as I feared she completely soaked the front of my shirt.
