They were finishing up work in the welding and fabrication shop. A team of 6 guys employed full time. The front desk receptionist was a recent hire. She stood about 5'9", with long slender legs, narrow waist, and large breasts. She was a blonde bombshell and her husband resented her working with 6 bawdy guys.
"Karen, it's been a long day, how about you strip naked for us," jeered Mark, the one with the most seniority in the crude shop, "dance naked for us."
"I don't think my husband would appreciate that too much," teased back Karen. She could hold her own.
"Ah forget about him."
"Yeah, I bet he wants to show you off, anyhow."
They watched Karen get up from her desk. Her skirt had crept up, revealing black stockings.
"I saw a flash of lace at the top of those stockings," secretly muttered Willie to the boys in the shop.
"She loves stockings, everyday those stockings driving me wild," grunted Leon as he flipped his welding helmet to prevent welder's flash; he laid down a corner-iron tack.
"I think one of these days," smiled Mark, "we should close the shop, get her drunk, and then we can really look her over."
"I'd love to get a look at that rack on her."
"Come here, I got an idea," whispered Mark. He gathered the guys around to secretly share his idea.
"Holy fuck, then we can really check her out," sneered George, he was the youngest of the crew, barely out of High School.
"Watch her stand on those high heels, baby."
"Aces!"
****
Another Friday rolled around and the boys were feeling good. Some new contracts had come in and 1995 was turning out to be their most profitable year to date. To celebrate, the owner Ryan was bringing in chicken wings and lots of booze.
"Karen, you're invited to stay as well," offered Ryan after a week of pleading.
"I've told you, my husband will be expecting me home."
"Forget about it, you don't have to worry, I already phoned and arranged for him to join us."
"You did? Well, ah, hmm, that's strange he never mentioned it to me."
"He wants to surprise you, so Honey, don't worry about a thing, tonight we celebrate like it is 1999!"
Closing time rolled around and the crew finished up their final welds for the week. Secretly, after much group discussion on measurements and calculations, Mark and Al went ahead with the recommendations and rigged up a steel bar that descended from the ceiling into a T.
Karen was finishing up paper work at her desk. The whole shop was an open concept. Karen had her desk at the front to deal with customers. She had on her typical just-above-the-knee black skirt with a slit, black stockings, red high heels, with a white silky button up blouse. Her blonde hair was all piled up on top of her slender face.
Ryan had hired her, first for her fashion sense, she knew how to tease just enough leg, and then because of her ability to do the job efficiently. It never hurt to have a looker at the front desk - especially at a weld shop with perverted male contractors in need of custom work.
The shop doors were locked, another week in the books. Karen flipped the "Come back Monday" notice on the front door.
"Karen, we want to thank you for putting up with this crew of men," smiled owner Ryan with a beer in his hand, offering a toast.
Mark handed her a wine cooler.
"Oh, if my husband is coming, I should probably wait till he gets here."
"Never mind with the probable's, Karen, he'll soon be along, get a head start on him."
Al moved alongside and put his mucky arm around Karen. She felt a tingle. After 6 months on the job she liked the attention and the pay was quite generous, but, she was also adamant about staying faithful to her husband of 2 years. Karen had been brought up in a Catholic home and at 25 she still believed in virtue.
She hesitantly accepted the wine cooler.
They moved over to the back corner of the weld shop, where they had a lunch area, with a kitchen table, Formosa chairs, and a couple couches. The chicken wings had arrived and lots of liquor was placed on a side card table. After finishing her wine cooler, Karen started to relax on a Formosa. The boys eyed up her legs as she crossed and uncrossed; hoping to get a glance at the top of her stockings.
"No one can sit with an empty hand around this shop," smiled Mark, "and that includes you Karen, mix her a drink boys."
"We got it," smiled Willie. George was beside him at the drinks table. They poured a stiff vodka and soda. George made sure no one was looking and snuck a pill in her drink. All the guys were in on it. They had bought the pills from a loyal customer. He promised it wouldn't knock her out, but it would increase the effects of alcohol, rendering her much more drunk than usual.
Karen sat legs crossed, red high-heel dangling, the other heel angled on the ground. The boys had long ago calculated Karen had full C breasts, and right now they watched her breasts pushing on the buttons of a silky white blouse.
"So Karen, how do you keep your figure in such good shape," asked Willie as he handed her the glass. The boys were beginning to feel the buzz from a couple quick stiff drinks.
Karen took a sip with a flushed look and joked, "I spend my weekdays carrying the load for all you guys!"
"Oh yea, we'll carry YOUR load Karen," smirked Mark.
"More like I'd like to put my load in you, baby!" teased Willie.
"Ahh, so rude," snapped Karen with a charming glance.
The boys all laughed and shop owner Ryan walked over to Karen and pulled on her hair. Then he messed it up lightly. The bit of hair spray she used lost some of its hold.
"Check it out," whispered Al to Stan on a couch, "her skirt is crawling up her legs." Stan was the 6th welder, rounding out the crew: middle aged, hard working, unshaven, dirty from a day's work, and of course perverted like the rest of them.
"Yeah I know; I can see the top of those damn black stockings, the lace and all."
The guys continued teasing Karen. Slowly getting more perverted with their questions, sneaking peaks up her skirt when she shifted on the Formosa. The slit was driving the guys crazy. Even asking what kind of lingerie she wears. In the process Karen finished her stiff vodka and soda. The boys knew it would be critical to get another drink into her so the pill could really take hold.
"What'll it be this time Karen?" asked Willie, "how 'bout another vodka?"
"Can you make it with cranberry this time," she asked in a soft tone, her crossed leg pointed at him and then she relaxed.
"We sure can sweetie," smiled Willie. George once again joined him at the side table and discreetly dropped one more pill in her drink.
After a couple long swallows Karen looked giddy. The boys kept peppering her with questions, each one dirtier than the one before. Asking about favourite places to have sex, fetishes and so forth.
Meanwhile, Mark and Al gave one last look at the T-bar they had welded from the ceiling.
Karen finished her drink, then slurred, "hey Ryan, so when'zz my husband getting herrreeee...?" Her voice was slightly demanding, but mostly innocent.
"Oh, he called and said he's running late."
Karen put on a drunken pouty look. Her full lips pushed together. Ryan thought she looked cute with a soft rouge lipstick and just enough makeup for a sweet and sexy doll.
"Relax girl, have another drink."
Over the next couple hours, the guys ate chicken wings, poured more drinks, but mostly they asked Karen questions about her body and favourite sex positions.
"Come on guys, I grew up a good Catholic girl."
Or drunkenly she'd raise her voice: "shut up, my husband'zzz gonna be here soon."
However, the more drinks they gave her the looser her answers. She eventually admitted to liking it standing up against the wall.
"You like it standing up eh Karen," smiled Stan, "what are the chances?!"
All the boys laughed and mocked her. Willie pointed up toward the T-bar. Karen had no idea what was so funny about a steel bar.
****
Soon Karen was plastered.
