Oh God, It's Friday !

It was Friday and Debbi was dressed in her normal business clothes ! What on earth was going on ? While dressed in her designated bimbo outfit the day before, she had not been surprised to learn that the warehouse gang had once again hit the target that would trigger a Friday forfeit for her. But Angela had graciously conceded that on this occasion, Debbi could wear her usual attire until the time that the forfeit was to be paid in the afternoon. She had even provided Debbi with a short satin robe she could wear after stripping naked and before being installed in the gunge tank !

Debbi peered down from her glass cube office. The warehouse floor was a hive of activity, over and beyond the usual hard work of the gang making sure that they kept up their quotas. Another glass cube was being positioned in the middle of the floor, about the size of an old fashioned telephone box. Various pipes and wires were leading from it and on the roof was an ominous looking tank. At least it was ominous from Debbi's point of view ! Another group were busy around a kind of mixing console with several laptops and cameras. These people were relatives of Carol who operated this mobile spectacle for hire to hen nights and other such activities.

It was just after lunch when Angela climbed up to Debbi's office. "They're almost ready downstairs" she announced, handing Debbi the robe. "Time to get your kit off" she continued, adding vindictively after a slight pause, "again !" Debbi took the robe. "Do you want to undress in the ladies ?" Angela asked. But Debbi had decided that she would take off her clothes here in the office. True, the glass cube did not offer any privacy while she did that. But modesty and privacy were commodities that were in very short supply for Debbi these days ! What she wanted to make sure of, was that she knew the whereabouts of her clothes and would be able to regain them safely once this afternoon's ordeal was over. Last week, she had ended up running frantically all through the offices and down into the car park in that tiny bikini, so that she could catch Angela, who had locked Debbi's coat, bag and car keys in her office before leaving !

All the men down on the warehouse floor noticed as soon as Debbi stood up and began to strip off, generating an air of heightened anticipation. Once she was naked, she slipped on the short robe and walked shyly down the stairs from her eyrie, looking oddly demure !