First Forfeit - The Dance !

Debbi snapped. She wasn't going to perform a pole dance for everyone in the canteen. "No" she said resolutely. "That's not how it works. The forfeits are for the guys here in the warehouse. They put in the hard graft, they get the rewards."

"We not mind share" Ivan interjected but Debbi was determined. "No, you're my boys. I just perform for you." Angela wore a fixed smile. OK, you can have this little victory, she thought. Sure, she had been looking forward to making a spectacle of Debbi in front of everyone in the canteen but she hadn't made any prior announcement, so it was no loss of face for her. What pleased her was how Debbi seemed to be slowly getting wedded to the idea of providing these incentives for 'her boys' ! And anyway, Angela had another nasty surprise waiting for the afternoon.

She shrugged off Debbi's rejection of the canteen. "I just thought there'd be a little more room there but no matter. So, we may as well do the dance here and now. You can prance around the forklift truck." Debbi agreed, pleased and surprised to have gained a 'win'. One of the guys had an old fashioned beat-box and a couple of raucous hip hop tracks. Debbi was no trained dancer and she had not done any gymnastics since her school days. But she was in good shape and tried to throw herself enthusiastically into the sort of moves she imagined would be required. She interspersed these with nervous attempts to climb, hang and swing from the various prongs and supports of the forklift truck and of the warehouse shelving.

It was hard to keep the useless bikini covering all her bits and it needed constant adjustment. "Don't worry about that, even the pros suffer the occasional wardrobe malfunction" Angela laughed. "We like see twerk" Ivan requested. "Go on Debbi. Show the boys your twerking skills" shouted Angela. Debbi had no known twerking skills but she bent and turned her back to her audience and wiggled and rotated her bum as best she could, to the amusement and appreciation of all. This performance lasted for a quarter of an hour or so and by the end, Debbi was puffing and out of breath.

"Well done" said Angela, as the guys applauded. "Carry on working this afternoon. But Carol's coming over at three for a progress meeting in my office and I'd like you to attend !" Debbi was shocked. "What shall I wear ?" she asked. "Oh, that's not a problem. Come as you are" Angela laughed !