She tries for some normalcy

Wednesday rolled around, and Debbi toured her new constituency office that Jeff rented from above the chemist. There was a simple desk with a sleek desktop computer and comfortable chair, and a wooden chair for a constituent to sit opposite, but nothing else.

"I'll take care of party business," Jeff declared, "your business will mostly be in Westminster."

Debbi conceded, and went downstairs for her first surgery, at a clearing of aisles near to the registers. She sat down in a folding chair, with another opposite her for the constituents, who started rolling in.

"Excuse me, miss Jenkins," a pensioner started the lineup. "Have you heard anything about the proposed village sign for Collingsworth?"

"I have not," Debbi said, relaxed, "I'll have to refer you to my friend the Hon. member for Collingsworth Centre." Hopefully Jeff knew of this more than she did. Overall, though, this surgery business seemed easier than she had expected.

That was, of course, until she saw two familiar faces. "Oh god," she muttered under her breath as she saw Lynn and Trudy approach her.

"Well, if it isn't the skank, Miz No-E No-Clothes Debbi!" Lynn proclaimed, still salty after what had happened with Debbi and her boyfriend.

"Yes, Naked Debbi," Trudy continued, "what about your campaign promise?"

"Oh, grow up," Debbi snapped back, "it wasn't as if you were going to win the seat anyhow."

This triggered something in the girls, who pounced on the new MP. Trudy stuck her thumbs down Debbi's skirt whilst Lynn cupped the MP's breasts from behind, giving them little squeezes.

"Oh my God!" Debbi shouted as Lynn tore her blouse open and Trudy swiped her skirt down.

"Oooh," Trudy noted, "she's wearing panties this time!" as she gave Debbi a wedgie.

"This is completely unacceptable," Debbi yelled as Lynn unclasped her bra and slid her blouse off, leaving the MP topless.

"You're right," Trudy conceded as she pulled down Debbi's skirt all the way, slipping it off with her heels, "it's not Wedgie Debbi, it's Naked Debbi!" She mercifully unwedgied Debbi, whose joy was short-lived as her panties were soon slipped off her, leaving her as nude as her celebrity.

"Hey, give those me back!" she yelled at the two who started running off with her clothes.

"No way, Miz No-E!" Lynn shouted back, "you'll be naked like it's a real surgery!"

Debbi sighed - at least the two had left her her purse - and called Jeff.

"Jeff, I can't do this surgery anymore. Two brats just took the clothes right off my body!"

"'Tis no matter, Jenkins," Jeff said rather haughtily, "you can do your surgery in the nude. It's not as if everyone hasn't already seen you nude before."

Debbi couldn't argue with that logic. She debated calling the police, but didn't want to cause any more of a scene, especially since Lynn and Trudy were long gone. So, she braved it out and continued on with the surgery.

Soon enough Grosmere came through, his steely eyes piercing through Debbi's naked soul.

"Miss Jenkins," he said offering his hand, "I just wanted to congratulate you on your victory."

"Why thank you, Mr. Grosmere," she took his hand very shyly, "it's a pleasure and an honour."

Soon after Grosmere departed came Lewart, whose avuncular eyes looked at Debbi in sheer disappoinment.

"Miss Jenkins," he said offering his hand, "best of luck in Westminster."

"Thank you very much," Debbi again meekly took his hand.

After the day was through, Debbi was thoroughly exhausted but had at least built up some rapport with her constituents. Now it was up to fate to decide how much power the Lab Dems were going to get.