"Where Did You Get To ?"

The warmth of the boiler room had been most welcome to the cold and wet Debbi but as she began to dry, it rapidly lost its attraction. It was smelly, noisy and dusty and a long way from her clothes. She was dismayed to discover that, on trying to retrace her footsteps back to the car park from which she and Ivan had entered, the door was now locked. Her only other available route was up a further flight of plain stone stairs. The naked woman made her way up these and peered cautiously through the glass partition in a door that allowed access to a busy open plan office. What was worse was that this was not even an office of the company she was seconded to but was in the building next door ! There was nothing for it but to summon up as much dignity as she could manage and walk straight through this office, looking to neither left nor right, and hope to find an exit from the building on the other side.

Debbi did all she could to ignore the uproar her sudden appearance caused. But then, once she had passed through the entire length of the office and found herself on a landing at the other side, she discovered that whichever way she turned resulted in a dead end, this forcing her into the humiliation of having to return to the crowded office she had just hurried through. People knew she would have to come back from the dead end and hooted with laughter. "Can someone please show me how to get out of here ?" she wailed.

Finally back at the warehouse, Debbi was intercepted by Angela before she could climb to her office and get dressed. Angela was just finishing her progress meeting with Carol and Stew. "Where did you get to ?" she asked. "We had to get our own coffees !" Debbi didn't bother answering. Even though they had seen the debacle earlier, she was still most uncomfortable to be standing naked in front of her staff. Or was that those who used to be her staff ?

"By the way, a change of routine. There won't be any more Bimbo Thursday" Angela continued. "No ?" Debbi queried, relieved but suspicious. "No" said Angela. "I've been talking to the transport manager and he's been most impressed by the productivity in the warehouse and wants to arrange an incentive scheme for his drivers too. So whoever gets the best results any given week will have you driving around in the cab with them on Thursday !" Debbi didn't like the sound of that. "Exactly how good their results are will determine how much you'll be wearing in the cab" Angela concluded. Debbi liked that even less !