THANKS, SLUT!

THANKS, SLUT read the subject line on the new email Sandra had just received while she sat in the meeting. It had to be from her blackmailer, and the person must have just sent it while they were sitting in this room.

Sandra ruled out the company president. He had been giving his speech almost the whole time she was in the room, except when he took the time to berate and belittle her. She looked at the others. Each was either typing or appearing to roll the cursor ball at the bottom of their laptop. It could be anyone. Brushing her dark locks away from her face, Sandra clicked on the subject line to see what the person had to say.

Sandra's eyes got big as she read.

"Thanks for putting on such a slutty show for the assembled staff. I'm sure no one will soon forget how the accounting department girl practically hung her big boobs out for all to see."

Sandra stopped reading. She was feeling as flushed and hot as she did during the presentation. But this time it was due to something other than embarrassment. The idea that her little burlesque show had aroused the passions of those before her was something she hadn't thought about as she squirmed under the scrutiny of the company president. She squeezed the long stems of her crossed legs tight as she fought the urge to touch herself in this room full of people.

Sandra looked back to the laptop's screen and continued to read.

"It also confirmed my suspicions that you were the embezzler. I really had no concrete evidence before, but your willingness to go through with my directions is all the confirmation I need. If you want to avoid hard time, you better continue to follow my directions."

Sandra hung her head. She couldn't believe she had been so easily duped. The brunette knew she had covered her tracks too well to be found out that easily. And now it was too late. She was found out. She looked back to her liquid crystal display and continued to read the latest email.

"Since you've done away with the bra, you may discard your panties as well. Before the staff exits the room, I want you to slip them to the floor and leave them there. Remember the consequences of your failure to do so. Don't forget, I'm here, watching."

And that was the end of her latest message. Sandra cleared the screen and looked around the room. Everybody seemed engrossed in the remainder of the president's speech. She could tell he was summing up his thoughts. She didn't have much time.

Ever so discreetly, Sandra slid her skirt up one side as if she was scratching an itch. As she went to smooth the skirt back to mid-thigh, she hooked her finger in the delicate waistband of her silky panties and stretched it to mid-thigh as well. After a few seconds, she did the same to the other leg. Then she slowly skimmed the white panties to near her knees.

"Sandra?" the company president called.

Sandra's heart skipped a beat. Did he see what she was doing? She looked up.

"Would you hand out those reports I asked you to bring?" he asked.

"Yes sir" Sandra answered, stalling for time, shuffling the plastic-coated folders as she tried to figure out what to do about her half-mast undies.

"Today, please!" he said, clearly ticked.

Sandra quickly stood up with her legs closed, her smooth calves allowing the silky panties to fall to her ankles. Stepping out of the underwear was another matter. Her high heels tangled in the delicate silk before they gave way, causing her to stumble, joggling her unfettered boobs.

Stifled snickers arose as she went around the room to hand out the reports. The meeting called to a close, the staff headed out the door. Except for Sandra, she was talking, or rather listening to, her boss.

"Any problems you're having I need to know about, Sandra?" he asked, stern but concerned.

"No sir!" she adamantly denied, shaking like a leaf under his gaze.

"Very well, then. You may go. I would hate to lose a normally productive young lady like yourself," he said with fatherly concern.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be better prepared in the future!" Sandra promised as she turned to walk back to her laptop.

As she gathered her things in the now empty room, she looked around the floor for her panties. They were nowhere to be found. As she headed out the conference room door, she wondered what her blackmailer planned to do to her next.