Kelly walked into the supply room and started searching the shelves for the legal pads. She heard the door open and close and then the turning of the lock. She turned and saw John approaching her.
"John, why did you lock the door?" Kelly asked.
"To keep people from just walking in on us." John said.
"What do you mean? Why would it matter if someone came in?" Kelly asked.
"You and I need to talk and it wouldn't be good to have someone walk in on us." John said.
"What do you mean? What do we need to talk about?" Kelly asked.
"We need to talk about you." John said.
"What about me?" Kelly asked.
John walked up close to Kelly backing her into the corner.
"I thought I should tell you that there are some bets going around the office about you." John said.
Kelly was trembling as John stood almost on top of her as she stood in the corner.
"Bets? About me?" Kelly asked.
"Yes...people around here will bet on anything...just to make the days more interesting. People in the office have been betting on you for a long time...the problem with betting on you is that nobody has won yet because nobody knows the answers to the questions that they're betting on." John said.
"Answers? What kind of answers?" Kelly asked.
"Wouldn't you rather know the questions first?" John asked.
"Ye...yes." Kelly said.
John lowered his hands to Kelly's hips. He started pulling her skirt up gathering the material in his hands as he lifted it. Kelly was too shocked to react.
"Wha...what are you doing?" Kelly asked.
"Asking one of the questions and getting the answer. The question was do you wear stockings or pantyhose. From the looks of things I'm one of the few that won that bet. Most people were certain you wore pantyhose." John said.
He touched Kelly's bare skin along the top of her stockings...she shivered. He slipped his fingers down between the stockings and her skin and pulled them slowly until he reached the garter. His fingers followed the garter up Kelly's legs. Kelly's whole body was trembling.
John let go of Kelly's skirt and it fell back down into place. Kelly was relieved until she felt John's hands move from her hips around her back searching out the zipper on the back of her skirt.
"Wha...what...are you doing?" Kelly asked.
"I'm asking more questions and getting the answers." John said.
John slowly unzipped the skirt and let it fall around Kelly's ankles. Kelly gasped when she felt John's hands on the bare cheeks of her ass. He began squeezing her ass. He smiled.
"The second question was what kind of panties you wear. It looks like I win again...I was the only one that bet you wear a thong...several people said granny panties, but I knew better than that." John said.
John moved his hands around in front of Kelly and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Please...please don't." Kelly said.
"Shh." John said.
Kelly tried to resist, but John pushed her hands away. Once it had been unbuttoned John opened the blouse and pushed it so that it slid off of Kelly's shoulders and fell down her arms.
"The third question that we bet on was whether the woman that always wears the perfectly matched outfit also wore perfectly matched underwear. It looks like I win again...a perfectly coordinated bra/panty/garter-belt set. I knew you weren't the type to just put on whatever was at the top of the drawer. It's very nice...you have excellent taste in lingerie." John said.
Kelly's entire body was trembling and her face and upper chest were blushing bright red as she stood in the corner of the supply room with her skirt around her ankles, her blouse slid down to her elbows, leaving her in just her lingerie. Kelly felt helpless as a man that was supposed to be her subordinate had complete control of her.
"John...please...please stop this." Kelly begged.
