"Fuck." I said under my breath. Chris had just left, and I was at the door looking at what had been left to me. Timmy had put them out last night. The tight pants and pastel pink shirt was horribly bad, but what caused that word to come out of my mouth was the pink panties. I was macho enough to wear pink, and I had bragged about fucking chicks enough most would think I would be on the prowl tonight after work. Then I stopped. I must have seemed very strange to everyone the last few weeks. Were my co-workers questioning my sexuality? Could the hair have pushed them over the edge to thinking I liked cock now? Were they all laughing at me behind my back? Was the one place I mostly escaped Chris now tainted and no refuge? Was there no place I could turn for relief?
I pulled the panties on. Silky. I thought about how I'd love to take them off a girl. Never put them on. Never wear them. But I had been ordered to wear what was laid out, I had no choice. The shirt showed my pecs, and the pants left no doubt that I was packing. I stepped outside. The sun instantly started to warm my skin, but not as much as the embarrassment of what I had on.
The hair was bad enough. I felt like a fag in this get up. I wanted pussy, everyone would think I wanted dick. I drove to work. Every mile was like more weight on me. Everyone would have a thought, a gay thought about me. I had to live with it, like I had to live with all the other shit in my life.
Walking through the door dressed like this was worse than a new hairstyle, of course. I got looks. Not only looks, smirks. I felt like a piece of meat, even by those who I know would have no interest in fucking me. I felt my reputation go down several pegs walking to my desk. The women were looking at me like I was a stripper at a trailer park bachelorette party. I felt exposed, would it be any worse if I had marched in here naked and hard? Fuck, I hope Chris never had that thought. I'd be fired on the spot. Chris had pushed his way into every corner of my life. I had no escape. I tried, I ran over how I could get out of this in my mind over and over again, but there was no way. No one, no matter how clever, could find a way out of the fix I was in.
I sat at my desk and had to fight to concentrate on my work. I thought everyone was watching me, judging me. I felt myself shaking, something else I needed to hide from everyone. I glanced up to see Zane looking in my direction. He had seen me yesterday in the gym. He knew my pubes were dyed and I had to face the fact he must know what I had been sucking off a pair of dudes minutes before. I'd been able to put him in some bad positions at work, to make him look like he had screwed up in front of our boss. What must be going through his mind. He had to be laughing inside, plotting revenge. I had to be sure he didn't talk to Mike, and fuck my life if he ever met Chris. I got up and went to the washroom at that thought. Zane meeting Chris, and finding out I was a slave. He'd gloat like no one ever before. I would be the target and Zane would take out all his frustrations on me. I held my head in my hands. Mike made work bad enough, Zane seeing me like this made it unbearable. I breathed heavy, smelling the cleaning solution and the faint stink that was expected in here.
I stood up, crouching as I feared my breakfast was going to come up. I fought to keep it down. With supreme effort, I keep my stomach filled. My next step was to go back out there. I had to do my job. I had to face everyone again. I had to force myself to go out. It was supremely difficult to do. I had to work, and do my best as part of Chris's programming. It was as bad going to my desk again as it was the first time. I struggled to concentrate on work. I kept looking around covertly. I saw some people look over at me. I was sure chats and emails were going around about me. I saw Zane around as well. He was watching me. Zane was forming plans. I had no idea what, but he was planning something. I couldn't choke down lunch. About 2:30, I was walking and Zane was coming toward me, he pointedly looked up and down at me. My stomach flipped. He didn't say anything, simply smirked at me. It was like a gut punch.
I didn't have an opportunity to screw Zane over in front of the bosses, so I got no satisfaction on that front. I didn't even really dislike him. I had taken an opening when it presented to get him smacked down some. That and he was doing well, so I wanted to knock out his rise before he became real competition.
"Love the get up." Mike sneered into my ear. He was going to see the pink panties when I stripped for cocksucking practice. That was going to be humiliating. And was it ever. Arriving at that place, Mike and Jim were arrared on the sofa, wicked smiles on their faces. "Do a strip tease." Mike cocked his chin at me. While Jim hit a button on his phone and grinding music started to play.
"Yes, Sir." I kicked off my shoes and began to move my hips. I ran my hands up my body, thighs to face, down to undo the button in my shirt. Opening it more and more and feeling my chest, then abs all the time my hips swaying back and forth. I was giving them sexy looks, licking my lips, blowing kisses. The shirt was tossed to the side as I turned around and bent over, wiggling my ass at them. I rose up, doing an up and down movement with my butt. I did not want to remove my pants, they were going to roll with laughter. I got my belt off and looped it through my crotch, pulling is back and forth like I was riding it before also tossing it aside. I undid the button on my pants, pulled down the zipper and turned around again. At least I could reveal this without facing them. Fuck, it was time. Hands at my hips I pushed the pants down and revealed the pink panties.
Blasts of laughter from the men. I knew my face matched the shade of the panties. I struggled to get my tight pants off, having to sit on the floor to pull them off. At least I could avoid their faces for a few seconds more. Once off, I had to get up, and I did, running my hands over the back of my calves, thighs, and butt. I squeezed my ass cheeks together. "Shake that money-maker!" Jim shouted at me.
I obeyed, of course. Shaking my ass covered in pink panties so they could laugh at me more. I looked down my body, my dick was hard, straining the material and showing a wet spot where I was leaking pre-cum. How was I turned on? How was I boned up and leaking? I was crushed on the inside. I had to appear to the men like I was into all of this, not that my mind agreed. My body showed the appearance of loving all of it.
