The Altercation

The contrast of Debbi’s first appearance to the second shift as she entered the floor, to that which she had appeared to the first shift was stark. Where the first shift had seen a tarted-up bimbo with bum cheeks hanging out, nipples protruding, and a preposterous camel toe on display, the men of the second shift were watching a polished professional in her elegant business suit descend their stairs.

The second shift warehouse workers satisfaction with Debbi’s presence in their work place ended right around the time she opened her mouth. Sure, she had a nice pair of legs and defiantly improved the scenery, but it became clear with her pestering and prodding about how they entered their data into the current system, and questioning the efficiency with which they did their jobs, that she was just another suit, who thought her high-and-mighty education made her an expert on everything.

While most of the men were hostile towards Debbi’s questioning Vladimir was the first to vocalize his displeasure. “Listen Tyolka, if you want to play dress-up and pretend you are someone important in your little business suit, why don’t you head back up to the offices? We’ve got real work to do down here.” Debbi was seething, who did this jerk think he was? “I know this must be frustrating for you with all the big words and everything, but please try your best to keep up and as soon as I get the information I need you can go back to playing with your little lift-trucks!” Debbi shot back.

The nerve of this bitch he thought, Vlad was heated now. “You think you are hot shit Shlyukha, in your high heels using your fancy words, in my country you would be on the street corner where you belong!”. What an asshole! Debbi had never met a more disgusting man in all her life! “I guess you’d know, since a street corner is the only place a cretin like you could ever get some action!” Debbi fired back smiling smugly. “Ahem!” Angela interrupted

“Debbi, Vladimir, I’m glad you’re both here.” Angela started in “First of all, I’m sure Debbi here would like to apologize and share with you the prize for meeting last week’s production goals.” “ME Apologize?! This son of a..” Angela cut Debbi off for what felt like the hundredth time. “I wouldn't want to have to tell Jeff you were causing problems and fighting with my employees.” Debbi grit her teeth and clutched her fists “I’m sorry Vladimir.” she **** out. “And?” Angela prompted. Debbi turned crimson, the last thing on earth she wanted to do was flash anything to this bastard. Fighting against every fiber of her being, Debbi unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Vladimir's scowl instantly changed to a wide grin. In these ridiculous knickers even with her legs closed Debbi’s clit jutted out demanding attention. “So this is the prize the boys on first shift chose then is it? Alright then Tyolka, give us a spin?” begrudgingly Debbi gave a quick twirl, her bare bum completely exposed in the tiny G-string. Angela spoke up “Vladimir here was our top performer last week. Hop on over Deb and we’ll get a picture of the two of you to commemorate Vlad’s accomplishment.” Debbi bent down to retrieve her discarded skirt, when Angela stopped her “No, no, leave it off, this will only take a second.”. Debbi took her place next to Vladimir, but kept her distance, not wanting to be any closer than necessary to this vile man. “Not like that!” Angela complained “Debbi you put your arm around Vladimir’s neck, and Vlad you pick Debbi up from under her legs.” Debbi complied, antsy to get this over with. She wondered what the problem was as Vladimir continued awkwardly changing his grip grabbing around her thighs and the backs of her bare legs. Angela held up her phone and just before she snapped the photo, Vladimir pulled Debbi’s thighs apart, spreading her legs widely for the camera.

Angela was over the moon with the resulting photograph, Vladimir was grinning proudly whilst Debbi was in complete shock, eyes wide, mouth agape, legs wide open, and her clitoris sticking out between two metal hands begging to be the star of the photo! This was much more the warehouse welcome Angela had had in mind for poor Debbi.