"You Think I'm Going To Take My Clothes Off ?"

Debbi was concerned about the messy environment if she was going to be humping sand for any length of time. "Ruby said I shouldn't get dirty" she said to Dave. "Do you have any coveralls or anything I can wear to keep from getting in a mess ?" Dave stared at her for a while. "Nah, nah I'm afraid we don't. We don't keep spare stuff like that. You'll have to think of something else" he said, shaking his head. Debbi wasn't totally convinced but nevertheless, he was in charge. She would have to do what she was told, she certainly wasn't going to go and complain to that awful woman. She simply shrugged and stumbled away to find a teapot.

Ten minutes later, Debbi returned with a tray of mugs, a teapot, sugar and milk. Dave spotted her coming and whistled to his colleagues, gesturing for them to take a break. Debbi soon found herself surrounded by burly construction workers, by the smell of dirt and sweat and by jovial banter. There were a lot of bawdy comments at Debbi's expense. She did not know what Dave had told them about her but she did not like the atmosphere. Once everyone was grasping a steaming mug, Dave approached Debbi as his friends watched. "You going to get started then ? We've been working all morning, don't think you're having a break just yet" he teased. The others laughed. Debbi felt herself flush. She glanced at the large pile of sand she was meant to be shifting. "But my clothes, I can't get dirty" she whimpered, at a loss at what to do. "That's not my problem" said Dave."I reckon you should start cracking on though, we're not getting paid by the hour and I don't think either of us wants me to pop inside and tell the Sultan you aren't pulling your weight, especially after all that money they paid for you !"

Debbi considered arguing but suddenly realised what was happening and felt sick to her stomach as it dawned on her. "Oh god, you really want me, you think I'm going to take my clothes off ?" she squealed. The builders laughed and cheered in response. "I'm not saying anything love, seems like you came up with that solution all by yourself you dirty bitch" sniggered Dave. The other builders were hooting and laughing and Debbi was completely red with anger and embarrassment. Within a few seconds they began a steady chant with shouts of encouragement. "Take it off ! Take it off ! Take it off !" "Get your tits out !" "Let's see a bit of skin love!"

Realising that she had ****, Debbi hauled off her t-shirt to reveal her perky breasts nestled in a white bra. The builders cheered ecstatically. The t-shirt was soon followed by her jeans, revealing matching white knickers and leaving her in nothing but underwear and flats. She had considered removing her shoes but didn't want to tread on a mail or something while barefoot. "Bloody hell ! That didn't take you long did it ? You're well bloody eager ! Go on then, get to it. Show us what you're made of !" grinned Dave. Debbi plodded towards the sand, removed a shovel and began piling it into the wheelbarrow. She let out a grunt of exertion with each shove of the spade, eliciting giggles and jeers from the onlookers.