Shower

"There's my darling Debbi, I must have my monthly photo taken with my favorite manager !" Eamon had come to the back of the stage with Jeff and the MD. "Oh, er, hello sir" Debbi mumbled. She was never sure how to address the company's founder who had retired before she began working there. "Don't you just love the way she calls me sir ?" laughed the ebullient entrepreneur, as he placed his arm around Debbi's waist and Jeff obligingly took the photo he required.

"Sure it did my old Irish heart proud to see you dancing up there" said Eamon, ignoring the fiasco of Debbi falling over. "And what treats do you have in store for us in April ?" he inquired. "Um, er, well..." Debbi of course had no idea, as Jeff took little time in reminding Eamon. "It's Diane who is the driving **** behind this entire initiative and she comes up with all these wonderful ideas. Debbi would be lost without her, as you can see since she has nothing planned of her own."

"Ah well, I'm sure whatever it is will be wonderful" said Eamon, bending to kiss Debbi on the cheek. "Jeff ?" said Debbi anxiously. "Can I go home to shower ? I can't work all afternoon like this" she explained. "Well no, we don't want you getting paint on any of the company furniture. But it doesn't set a very good example if the staff see you skiving off home. Why didn't you think of this before ?" Jeff responded. "I didn't know what costume Diane was going to make me wear, if you can even call this a costume" Debbi cried. "Oh yes, that's right. Blame Diane. Really Debbi, this petty rivalry has to end and from what I can see, all the resentment comes from your end !" Debbi was speechless. The MD tactfully stepped in. "Maybe Debbi could use the shower we have installed in the executive bathroom ?" he suggested. "That's above her pay grade" Jeff objected. "I know but in the circumstances I think we can make an exception" answered the MD.

The four of them rode up to the top floor in the lift. Eamon was staying for lunch in the boardroom. Debbi felt uncomfortable pressed in with the three fully clothed men, though none of them pressed too close since they did not want paint on their expensive suits. "The bathroom's there Debbi" said the MD, pointing to a door opposite the boardroom. "Thank you sir" she replied. "Don't you just love how she calls you sir ?" laughed Eamon.

Debbi entered the quiet bathroom. She had never seen anything quite so plush. At the far end, beyond the rows of stalls and urinals, she saw the shower. She peeled down her knickers and saw in the full length mirror the small white patch of unpainted skin around her pussy. She stared wistfully at the knickers in her hand. Catalina had been right, they were ruined. Sod it, thought Debbi. I'm claiming on Victoria's Secrets whatever Diane says. She tossed the knickers in the bin, thinking that will be a surprise for the cleaners tonight.

It was a delight to feel the warm water on her skin and she was pleased with the quality of the shampoo and body lotion supplied on the stand inside the shower cubicle. Thankfully, Catalina had also been right in stating that the body paint would wash off of her skin readily. She inspected herself carefully and allowed herself an extra few minutes to just luxuriate in the surroundings under the warm water. The humiliation of the dance routine was receding into the background. Better not push it, better get back to work she thought. She reached around for the towel. The towel !! What towel ? There was no towel ! Worse yet, there were no clothes ! They were downstairs in her office !