I spent Sunday in bed after my less than satisfying "date" Saturday night.
I just needed to get laid. I considered calling Richard, but it had only been one day. I still had some pride left. I wondered what would happen when I saw him at work. I don't want to throw myself at him,but I wanted him to know I wanted sex. Even if I had to degrade myself, which I was finding out I didn't mind.
Monday morning came too quickly.
I wanted to look extra nice, so I selected a dark blue pinstripe suit, a white knit slip over top. And of course, a white lacy bra and matching garter belt and bikini panties trimmed in blue lace, plus sheer blue stockings. I made sure to pull my nylons as high as possible to avoid any accidental leg shows, as this skirt tended to ride up like my others. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror. Definitely sexy, but still looking professional, the four-inch navy heels and blue choker completed my outfit.
The starting time was nine and by noon nothing had happened, maybe nothing would, I hoped.
I made up a reason to call shipping just wanting to hear Richards voice, there was no answer.
It seemed guys were creating a reason to talk with me. Mid-morning, I went into the break room and immediately two guys from accounting came in, and sat down with me, making small talk all the while staring at my chest. Then one of them "accidentally" dropped a spoon under the table, so when he went down too get it, and look up my skirt. I helped him out by hiking my skirt up to my stocking tops. Shortly after, I got up and left so he could tell his buddy I had stockings on. I loved to tease.
Maybe it was just my imagination. But it was like they all knew about Friday night. It was my guilty conscience working overtime. Guilt was something I learned from being married.
Thank god there was a lot of work; the day went by faster than I would have guessed it would have.
About three o'clock the office manager, Mr. Brown, was coming toward me. I was so nervous. He had never come down to see me before.
To this day I don't know why I moved my long legs out from under my desk, and inched my skirt up to expose as much nyloned thigh as I dared. But I did.
My favorite aunt once told me, "Never underestimate the power that heels, and stockings have over men." She was right.
Mr. Brown was in his sixties and overweight and seemed always to be out of breath.
He knocked on the open door and walked in; his beady little eyes went straight to my legs, as I blushed red. I couldn't pull my hem down; it would be too obvious.
"Good afternoon Ms. Wilson, I came down to tell you do not schedule any deliveries for tomorrow."
"No problem, is something wrong?"
"Just a personnel change; I'll tell you more later," He said while never taking his eyes off of my legs as he walked out.
"Well goodnight, sir, I'll get right on it."
My head was spinning, personnel change my ass, I thought. Maybe Richard and his friends had been fired for what happened; but why hadn't anyone said anything to me? Peggy felt like she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
On the way to my car, I was aware of someone walking behind me. I knew men liked to watch me walk in heels, especially from behind. I knew how to walk with a sway and a little wiggle. Any other time it would start a tingling in my pussy; but today I knew it was smart to be careful. I couldn't walk any faster or my girls would start bouncing creating a whole other set of problems. Finally, I turned around and was able to breathe again. It was just the IT tech. A harmless nerd, or so she thought, once again she would learn not to underestimate men.
"Hi Miss Wilson" he stammered.
"Hello Dennis, you can call me Peggy."
He couldn't contain himself, he just blurted out.
"That's something about Richard and the guys in shipping getting fired, huh?"
We were at my car.
"I wasn't aware of it, when?"
"This morning right after they came to work."
I opened my door, he stepped up took hold of it so I could get in.
My skirt was well above my knees when I was standing up. But when I sat down in my low car it was practically to my waist. He was not going to move until I got in. I sat down, carefully and swung my legs in. I tried to pull the short skirt down, but the stocking tops that men love to see, were still exposed. Little did I know then he had a body cam that was capturing the whole show. He reluctantly closed the door,telling me he had to catch the bus, hinting for a ride. I lied, telling him I had a doctors appt.
He looked like a sad puppy. "Oh, well I'll see you tomorrow" he said but, stayed where he was, while I slowly backed out, he just stood there and stared at my exposed legs. Dennis thought another video for my jerkoff collection. He couldn't wait to get home and beat off to videos of her and other women in the building, he had secretly made.
My phone was going off on my drive home. When I got there, I saw Richard had called twice. Peggy smiled and remembered his advice and thought "fuck you" and blocked his number.
I had questions, how could management found out so quickly over the weekend? And why hadn't someone contacted me?
Tuesday came and went with nothing said. The company had outsourced the deliveries, but my job had stayed the same.
When Friday came, Peggy was feeling good.
I was sure I had gotten away with it, then the bottom fell out.
My quitting time was four thirty. At quarter past four, Mr. Brown's secretary called and told me he wanted to see me before I left. My heart almost stopped, I thought I had made it. Panic set in.
There was a bottle of vodka in my desk drawer. I had hidden it there on Monday just in case. And if ever there was a need for it, it was now. I poured half a glass and gulped it down.
The vodka was starting to take hold when I started out at four thirty, after another quick shot. I had quite a buzz on. I had never been to the fourth floor, where the bosses had their offices. Looking at myself in the elevator mirror, I knew I was showing way too much leg. I tried in vain to pull my wayward skirt down to my knees but to no avail. I had chosen a black and white check skirt that was super tight, it was a spandex type of material. A white blouse with a black choker and of course my favorite black pumps completed my outfit.
Oh well, here it goes, I thought as the doors opened. There were a couple of office doors. The secretary had left; there wasn't a sound. I waited for a moment and then I knocked on the first door.
"Come in, Ms. Wilson," Mr. Brown met me at the door, making no attempt not to stare at my tight body.
"Let's get right to it, please come in."
He apologized about the chairs, but said that's all that was available. I didn't understand what he meant, but I soon would.
I walked carefully trying to keep my thrusting boobs under control, as they have a mind of their own and liked to attract attention. I was glad I had put a jacket on.
As I walked into the office, I was surprised to see another man besides Mr. Brown. He was a weasel like character, with his eyes darting around the room like some scared animal.
"This is Carl Jones head of security."
With my voice shaking. I said
"Pleased to meet you, now what is this all about?"
"We are checking on a story that's going around about last Friday night, please sit down, this won't take long."
That's when I noticed the seating arrangements. There were two plush chairs and about five feet in front of them, facing them was a bar stool.
The stool was for me, now I understood; I had no choice. They were looking for a free show.
The vodka gave me the courage to play their little game.
The men sat down and as I turned to get on the stool, I saw them grinning at each other. I knew what they wanted; a woman's skirt hiked up just to look at her nylons, making her feel vulnerable, and off balance. Giving them the edge.
Early in my marriage I took a part time job as a receptionist. It wasn't bad, a few extra dollars to help us out. One morning, when I came to work, my steel desk had been replaced with a clear glass one. It put my legs on full view and since they had a strict dress code for women of course, only skirts and dresses were allowed. I put up with it for a while then I quit. Men and their childish games.
I knew all the tricks; I made sure to give a little extra wiggle when I walked by them. All the while trying to act innocent. I hopped up on the stool; it was tall, and my skirt rode up on my thighs exposing stocking tops and garters. I let out a cute little squeal and pulled it back into place.
"Sorry sir, this skirt wasn't meant for climbing"
"That's all right, it tells us quite a bit. Do you always wear this type of clothes to work?"
"I like to look feminine, is there something wrong in that? Besides, I don't usually climb on bar stools." The vodka was giving me courage.
Carl started ; "Now going back to Friday night, we have recordings of you going into the shipping office and coming out two hours later without your top on?"
"I don't know what to say, I know now I shouldn't have gone there, am I fired?"
"Not yet; we will make that decision later, oh, and by the way call me Bob," Said Mr. Brown.
"Now tell us what went on."
"What if I don't?"
"Answer our questions, or you can resign."
Peggy panicked and started to sound desperate.
"Oh no, I really need this job, there's nothing else out there for a woman my age, I would do anything to keep this job."
I couldn't believe I had just said that, because I didn't mean it. I knew I could get another job, I just wanted them to think I was scared and willing to please.
The two men looked at each other, they thought they had me.
Carl started; "Tell us exactly what happened, like how you lost your top."
I shifted uncomfortably on the stool, constantly pulling at my hem, painfully aware of how much of my nyloned leg was exposed. I tried to explain how when I stumbled, Richard kept me from falling, but in the process, he eventually pulled my top off.
"Why were you standing on the box to begin with, Ms. Wilson?"
"This is very embarrassing for me," I whispered, "can't I just go home, I don't want to do this anymore."
"Of course, you can leave at any time; but you'll have to resign, now just get on with it, why were you on the box?"
"The guys wanted to see my legs." "Why would they ask that?"
"They had seen my garter clasps and stocking tops when I sat down earlier, and they wanted to see more."
"Show us what you mean."
I slowly slid off the stool and carefully pulling my skirt up to mid-thigh, so just the first of the darker bands of my stockings were exposed.
"I want to see more so I can judge their actions."
Said Bob, as he got up and walked over to me.
