Missing the Mark

Mark was not alone in his adoration for the beautiful brits on stage, their cute faces & cuter accents had Mark & many of his male colleagues ready to sign on the dotted line right this instant. When a third women, this time of a different complexion, walked out, Mark began to wonder if this parade of cuties would ever end?

His, and everyone else's for that matter, attention was quickly drawn elsewhere however, as a small scuffle broke out back at the podium. The first women, Diane was it? Was trying to pull the second woman, Debbi without the E (he wouldn’t soon forget that one!) away from the podium, to clear the way for the next speaker, and for some reason Debbi didn’t want to budge.

“If you don’t let go of that podium and come stand next to me, you might as well cancel your plane ticket home, because your time at the company is through!” Diane whispered in Debbi’s ear. The words echoed in Debbi’s mind like her head was an amphitheater, her heart pounding out of control. Wouldn’t the same be true if she DID step away from the podium? She was bottomless on stage in front of hundreds of people, and as soon as she left the cover of the podium the awful truth would be revealed, they would laugh her right off stage, and right out of a job!

As Aditty drew closer and Diane tugged harder, Debbi resigned to her fate, relinquishing the protection of the podium stepping back and taking her place next to Diane. “Stand up straight and tall like nothing is amiss, you’re a professional!” Diane whispered. Debbi pulled her shoulders back and stood tall, but kept her arms tightly folded across her chest. Quite contrary to the shame and embarrassment she felt on the inside, Debbi stood authoritatively, appearing confident and proud to display her pussy.

In short order Aditty’s presentation was interrupted by a shout from the crowd, the onlookers unable to contain themselves any longer at the absurd sight on stage. “Why isn’t that woman wearing any pants?!” “What happened to her skirt?” “Yeah, what’s going on?” Aditty turned back to Diane, unsure what to say. Diane dragged Debbi with her to the front of the stage, grubbing “If you know what’s good for you, you better not try and cover up. And stay quite, just let me do the talking.” As she yanked Debbi toward the front, she displaced her arms briefly flashing Debbi’s breasts to the crowd before she regained her composure and folded her arms once more.