Sally was already in the office when I arrived.
"Hi Helena, ready for another day?"
I smiled back at her "Of course"
She handed me some cassette tapes and said "Good, could you type these letters up please".
About 10 minutes later, I walked into her office with the letters and handed them over.
"Very good" she said "but how do you spell the surname Chumley?"
"C-H-U-M-L-E-Y like I spelt it there?" I ventured
"If it was like you have written it here, I wouldn't have asked."
"Ah, you have a point."
She looked up at me "It is spelt C-H-O-L-M-O-N-D-L-E-Y. And what about Strawn"
"S-T-R-A-W-N?"
"No, it's spelt S-T-R-A-C-H-A-N. I should fine you for each mistake."
"Well, until payday, all I have are the clothes I stand up in and my bed!" I joked
She looked at me and smiled a knowing smile.
I took off my shoes. "Where shall I put them?"
"Just leave them there."
I corrected the mistakes although I must admit that I was tempted to just type "kjsdhsajsdb asjkhfd askjd ajdasdb", walk in and strip naked but then again, that would ruin the anticipation part of the game and anticipation is the great thrill of stripping games.
The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful until, at about 10:30, the lunch van arrived. For those of you who don't know, on some industrial estates there are lunch vans which come around and sell sandwiches, crisps, fizzy drinks and some warmer food most of which is kind of yellow on the top with meat under it and looks vaguely like what you would expect to see if Big Bird spontaneously exploded.
I walked into Sally's office and put my shoes on.
"What are you doing, Helena?" Sally grinned mischievously.
"The sandwich van is outside and I need to go out and buy something for lunch."
"You had to pay your shoes as a fine. That means that you can't use them."
"I can't go out barefoot."
She shrugged.
"Am I allowed to trade what I have taken off?"
She smiled at me again.
I untucked my blouse and reached up my back. I unhooked my bra, slid the straps down my arms and pulled it out. I dropped it near my shoes and then reached up my skirt and edged down my knickers and added them to the pile. I then put on my shoes and walked out of the office.
As I stood in the queue for the van swaying slightly from side to side and enjoying the feeling of my blouse against my nipples, I felt someone standing very close behind me. As I swayed, I could feel their hands rubbing my buttocks gently through my skirt. Although the hands were being held still, their owner knew what I was doing and knew what they were doing and I could feel the moisture building between my legs.
I suddenly came to my senses stopped swaying and casually turned round to see who it was. I was confronted with a young woman, maybe 25 years old, slightly overweight with dark hair, green eyes and glasses. She was standing with her hands clasped in front of her holding a purse.
