"Very well, you are dismissed".

The bus ride home is torment. You are completely intrigued by the contents of the box and are **** to look inside, but Mr. Brown said to open it at home so home it is.

As soon as you close the door you throw off your coat, drop your bag and place the box on the bed in front of you.

Now, what are you hiding?

You tear off the brown paper which reveals a plain pink box, with no markings or logo.

Weird, I wonder what's in here?

Carefully, you slide off the lid, the contents make your jaw drop.

What the fuck? Panties? Is he serious?

He can't possibly expect me to wear these.

You pick up one of the pairs, it is lacy, black and has a cute ribbon on the front of the crotch. They are exactly the sort of thing you would want your girlfriend to wear, if you had one.

Would it really be so bad? They would be under my suit, no-one would know...

Except Mr. Brown...

Fuck, he's going to 'inspect' me in these...

Why does that make me hot all over?

Thinking back, you remember you did say you would wear what he deemed suitable, and you really need this job.

You realise you need to make a decision.