"Love The Knickers Deb !"

Debbi scuttled hurriedly back to her car. She felt like a little girl at school made to do PE in her bloomers and vest because she had forgotten her gym kit. But instead of bloomers and vest, she would be exposed to her work colleagues in her lingerie ! As she went, she made a quick mental inventory. Her firm perky breasts hardly needed a bra and at the weekend she often went without. So the one she was wearing today offered minimal support and a considerable amount of cleavage. It was not lined either and she was fearful of the "pokies" effect from her sensitive nipples. Of more concern however were her matching white panties, which were of a lace effect that she felt pretty sure might afford glimpses of her neatly trimmed landing strip. And while thankful not to be wearing a thong, these pants gripped tightly around her buttocks and she could imagine quite an expanse of bum cheek open to view.

She was easily able to slip off her shoes in the car and divest herself of her jacket. Unbuttoning and taking off her blouse was not too difficult but as she unzipped her skirt and wriggled it over her hips and down her legs, she began to feel awfully exposed and to hyperventilate slightly. She was still engaged in an ungainly battle with her tights as Carol's face appeared at the car door. "Good you're nearly ready, everyone's waiting to start." Debbi almost felt like crying as finally her toes broke free of the by now inside out tights. "What about my watch and car keys ?" asked Debbi helplessly. "Give them to me when you've locked the car and I'll put them with my stuff in the boat shed."

Word had got around in the meantime and her expectant team greeted her with wild whoops and wolf whistles. "Love the knickers Deb !" yelled Simon who had organised the event. "And no cellulite either" laughed Carol. "Or at least not much !" Debbi knew that she did not have an ounce of cellulite on her but the calls made her hyper aware of her exposed state and she felt every tiny bounce of the flesh on her buttocks and thighs as she padded over to them on her walk of shame.

"I just need a group photo to commemorate this event for the company social media wall" said Jeff. "Show what a fun department this is to work in and what a great team." The ten strong team quickly grouped itself together as Debbi hung back hoping the ground would swallow her up. "Come on Deb" ordered Jeff. "Get to the front !" "Jeff" she hissed. "You can't have me in the photo like this." But Jeff knew her underwear would not violate any social media nudity exclusions and he did not have any regard for her dignity. "Nonsense" he answered brightly. "It'll show what a sport the team leader is and how far she is prepared to go to enter into the spirit of the fun !"

Debbi was installed prominently at the front of her team. "OK then, big smiles, lots of teeth. Peace signs everyone." A pause. "Peace signs Debbi !" The fatal photo was taken. The boatyard crew finished their instruction session explaining safety and how to operate the jet skis. Jeff wandered about surreptitiously taking several candid shots for a more extensive page on the company web site. Whether in the foreground or the background, Debbi seemed to feature somewhere in all the shots. "Right, let's get this show on the road then" shouted Simon finally.