Debbi the Warehouse Worker

Angela was determined to bring Debbi down a peg or two, and get her monies worth out of her newest employee in the process. She led Debbi out across the warehouse floor until they arrived at a pallet jack topped by a neatly folded pile of garments. “Here we are. Now, in the meantime while you're brainstorm an effective incentive program. You’ll be expected to contribute just like everyone else.” Angela asserted. “But I’m not a laborer. I’m supposed to...” Debbi protested but Angela cut her off “You’re supposed to make my operation more efficient and that means fulfilling whatever need my men may have of you! Now you’ll need to change into your new uniform and get to work!”

Debbi was taken aback, this was all happening so fast, she was to be a warehouse laborer now? She picked up what was to be her uniform and gave it a look. The outfit consisted of only two items, a tiny pair of shorts, and an orange mesh safety vest that was clearly designed to be worn over a top rather than in place of one. “Where’s the rest?” Debbi inquired. “That’s all you will be required to wear. Safety is paramount and restrictive clothing or loose-fitting items that may snag are strictly prohibited. Now get undressed, you’re wasting time!” replied Angela matter-of-factly.

“Surely you don’t expect me to change right here?” Debbi pleaded. “Of course you will. You’ve wasted enough time, and as you admitted many of the men have seen you unclothed anyway.” was the humorless response from Debbi’s new temporary boss. And so, Debbi began removing her elegant business suit. Her nipples hardened from the cool warehouse air and poke through the orange mesh making her wish she’d worn a bra today. The shorts were another story entirely, on the first attempt the way they bunched up her knickers and left the fabric protruding from the sides, it was clear the knickers must be discarded. Debbi whisked off her knickers and made a second attempt at applying these shorts. In the end the short had to be pulled so far up in order to fasten that nearly three quarters of Debbi’s cheeks jutted out in the back, and the front was obscene, the tiny crotch of the shorts split Debbi’s pussy lips like dental floss and left a ludicrous camel toe.

“It suits you.” Angela said with a smile “I’ll just take these to my office for safe keeping.” as she gathered up Debbi’s discarded business suit, the last remaining evidence of Debbi’s dignity and identity as a respectable IT executive. “You can start by moving all these askew pallets inside the yellow lines painted on the floor. But per my instructions, Ivan has informed his men that if they should need your assistance with any task, you will happily comply.” were Angela’s parting words as she departed for her office. On her way back she passed Ivan on the floor, “Do what you want with these.” tossing him Debbi’s thong.