Humiliated At The Rivals

Debbi was slumped at her desk back in the office. She had ripped off the unwieldy headdress and slipped off the ridiculous heels but she hadn't yet bothered to get dressed. She needed a few minutes to process what had happened.

Traipsing through the company offices had been more or less what she had expected and had steeled herself for, albeit that she hadn't thought that she would be dancing. But going out into the street ! She had felt so much more exposed and February wasn't exactly warm in England. And it felt even more out of place since her procession had dwindled to include just herself, Aditty, Stew with the music and Eamon, who was getting a new lease of life from these morale boosting events. Somehow a procession would have made more sense to those driving past and looking out of the windows. As it was, the quartet made an incongruous sight, headed as they were by a semi naked woman being urged to keep dancing.

Things weren't helped by the fact that Aditty's liaison with the neighboring companies had not been as thorough as they might have wished. The adjacent law firm refused outright to grant them admission and Debbi was left stranded outside, ass facing the street, while the Asian girl argued in vain. They had more luck at the rival IT consultancy where they were allowed in. But there did not seem to have been any advance notice or explanation given to the staff there, who looked on in bemusement as Debbi danced her way through the suite of offices. Debbi cringed to see several high flyers she knew from the local businesswomen's link meetings who regarded her with looks of utter disdain. She dreaded having to face them at the next scheduled get together.

She had received a much warmer welcome at the HGV vehicle maintenance depot but it was often the kind of attention that she could have done without, hoisting her on fork lift trucks and making playful grabs for her ass ! It was almost a relief to return to the company security entrance and the lecherous attentions of Gilbert, who insisted that a photo be taken of him with Debbi. 'For his collection' whatever that meant !

She got up from her desk, detached the nipple tassels, peeled down the thong and got dressed again in her work attire. She could but hope that Diane would run out of inspiration and there would not be anything notable in March that could be used to make her look ridiculous. She held out little hope that Jeff would veto any ideas, especially with the influential Eamon now apparently on board.