It was a well known fact that the female members of staff at the big London law firm of Noble, Dent and Black liked to play little practical jokes on each other. No one could remember how it had started, but the practice just seemed to persist.
There were about 12 women employed there, mostly undertaking secretarial and typing work and mostly in the 20-35 age group. There were also a few female solicitors and one or two others working in the general office. They were outnumbered by 20 plus men employed in the legal offices, administration, mail room and security.
The offices were in located in a modern office block somewhere in the business area of the city.
Like most groups of staff engaged in serious day to day work throughout the year, the annual Xmas party was an opportunity to relax, have fun and enjoy a well earned break. Even the most serious and dedicated senior staff recognised the last working day before the Christmas holidays as a time to stop work, have a drink and flirt with the amazing variety of pretty ladies who worked in their offices. Large quantities of drink, colourful decorations, the odd Xmas tree and of course strategically placed mistletoe were in plentiful supply around the offices to brighten up the place and get the staff in a holiday mood. And, although most of the women were married or with partners, they were all determined to enjoy themselves and were not averse to a kiss and a cuddle once the drink broke down their inhibitions.
The 4 women secretaries who worked for the senior solicitors in the firm had started their Xmas celebrations early and by lunchtime were laughing, giggling and in the party mood. All of them were extremely attractive and in their late twenties or early thirties. Jackie, a 34 year old leggy brunette; with long black curly hair and brown eyes saw herself as the leader of the group due to the fact that her boss, Sam Miller, was the most senior solicitor at the firm. It was a bone of contention with her colleagues and she had annoyed them during the year by the way she had used the authority of her boss, to get her own way in lots of situations.
Unfortunately for her, Mr Miller was leaving the firm at the end of the year and Jackie knew that one of the other girls was set to succeed her in the office power games. It was rumoured that Polly's boss, John Sexton, was set to take over the vacant senior position and Jackie wasn't looking forward to the change in circumstances.
Meanwhile, the other secretaries, Marianne, Emily and Polly had a score to settle. They wanted some kind of revenge over Jackie for what they had had to put up with over the past 2 years and the three of them met in the ladies rest room to discuss what practical joke they could play on their common foe.
As they whispered together, they were amazed to see Jackie herself run into the room in a panic. Apparently, she had accidentally spilled a bottle of correcting fluid onto her black skirt while tidying up her desk.
As she attended to the stain, she had lots of conflicting advice as to how to deal with her emergency.
"It will be ruined," wailed Jackie. "And it's the Office Xmas party as well."
As they watched her try to deal with the mishap, Polly had a wicked idea. She whispered it to her fellow conspirators. The smirks of her companions told her that they enthusiastically agreed to follow it through.
Then Emily had an idea of her own which would increase Jackie's suffering. This was also immediately accepted by the group, so she slipped quietly away to get the item she had in mind. It was, in fact, some toy handcuffs she had bought that very morning on her way to work, in a cheap shop, as a Xmas present for a nephew. She was sure they would be strong enough for Jackie's slender wrists.
As Jackie continued to fret over her skirt, Polly and Marianne went over to her.
"You had better take it off Jackie," said Polly "and rinse it in the sink,"
Jackie followed the advice and stepped out of her skirt. The other girls grinned as they looked at her stay up stockings, bare thighs and sexy white panties. It seemed that their little prank was going to work just fine.
Just then, Emily reappeared holding something behind her back. They were ready to put their plan into action.
Polly gave the signal and they pounced on their unsuspecting colleague. Jackie shouted in alarm, as they grabbed her. "What are you doing?" She cried.
Then, as her protests continued, they held her arms behind her and Emily clicked the handcuffs into place. After that, it was relatively easy to bundle her out of the room and into the corridor.
The other girls giggled with glee at their cleverness. Who would have thought that such an ideal opportunity would have presented itself?
Jackie protested vigorously. Her face was flushed red. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you've been a right bitch this year and you deserve it," hissed Polly.
"Anyway, you'll give all the men a nice little treat in your sexy lingerie" giggled Marianne.
"Please let me back in," pleaded Jackie, "someone will see me like this."
"That's the idea, love," laughed Emily. "Have fun"
And with that they disappeared behind the door and locked it, leaving poor Jackie alone in the corridor and bemused as to what to do. She pleaded with her persecutors through the closed door, but, it was clear that they weren't going to relent and let her in. All she was wearing was her white silk blouse, which ended nearly at her waist and failed to cover anything from the waist down. Apart from her panties, she was also wearing sexy black hold up stockings with lace tops which meant that generous expanses of bare thighs were visible above them. She had never felt so exposed.
She started to scamper in the direction of her own office, but the sound of a group of men approaching made her stop in panic. She quickly turned round and ran in the opposite direction. She had to find somewhere to hide before they saw her.
Unfortunately, the men caught a glimpse of her as she turned the corner at the far end of the corridor. "Hey, who was that," one of them shouted. She wasn't wearing a bloody skirt!"
They all laughed and one or two of the younger men gave chase. They had been drinking and were in the party mood.
"Don't let her get away" a voice shouted.
Jackie frantically looked for somewhere to hide. She would die if she were caught and ogled by a group of men in her current state. As she reached the end of the short corridor, she didn't know which way to go for the best. She was starting to panic. Desperately, she chose right and scampered along as fast as her high heels would allow. There was a door which was slightly ajar and she dove in. Luckily, it was an empty office and she breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door with her back. At least she could get her breath back and decide what to do.
She didn't get long because, soon after, the door opened and an astonished young face stared at her. It was Darren, a 19 year old youth from the mail room, who collected and delivered the in and out trays in the offices. He stared across at her with questioning eyes as she attempted to hide behind a chair. What was she doing in this dimly lit office? As it happened, Jackie was his favourite woman in the department who he worshipped from afar. He never lost an opportunity to ogle her lovely legs and figure whenever he saw her. Now it looked as though his Xmas fantasy had come true. He plucked the small piece of mistletoe from his top pocket and edged towards her. "Can I have a Xmas kiss? He ventured hopefully.
"No, you may not," retorted Jackie frostily, appalled at the cheek of the boy.
But, unfortunately for her, he could now see her predicament.
