Women in the Workplace

Another day another task. “This really isn’t my job.” Debbi protested looking over the documents Angela had just handed her. “As long as you’re on lone to me, you job is what I say it is.” Angela quipped. “Now take off your blouse.” “What?! Why? I’m not wearing a bra!” Debbi lamented. “Most of the guys get distracted easily, I want to be sure you hold their attention.

Debbi removed her blouse as instructed and handed it to Angela, replacing her blazer over her now bare chest. “This way.” Angela led Debbi once more on to the warehouse floor. Debbi took her place on a railed off elevated platform around which the entire second shift had already been gathered including many of the office workers. The cool air stiffened Debbi’s nipples, bare beneath her blazer and with a sigh she began her presentation. “Women in the Workplace” it was you’re annual, boiler plate appropriate conduct and sexual harassment spiel typically delivered by Human Recourses each year.

The irony of delivering such a speech about appropriate work place behavior and how women should be respected and not leered at, while in her current state of dress exposing at least one breast with every move of her arms, was not lost on Debbi. In fact, the speech itself was probably causing more harm than good as many of the men rolled their eyes and chuckled at this virtually topless bimbo lecturing them on how she deserved respect.

Debbi finished the going over the material, and Angela jumped into action “While we have you all here, Debbi would like to share with you all the prize selected by first shift for exceeding last week's targets!” she said. Debbi was mortified, this crowd was much larger than any that had seen her less than dressed so far. It was one thing to expose her bare chest, but what she’d be sharing in these ridiculous knickers was something else entirely.

Turning her back to the mob, she lifted her skirt. Normally showing 99% of her ass in a G-string would be the last thing she’d want to do, but somehow this was the more conservative view, and would have to be shared while she stalled for time, working up the courage to turn around. It was time to rip off this band-aid Debbi thought, finally turning to face the multitude. There was an audible gasp. The view completely unexpected, far more spectacular than even the most revealing of panties would normally provide. Debbi’s clit was proudly standing at attention, unmissable as it poked forward announcing its presents to the throng of onlookers. Furthermore, as the garment forcibly parted Debbi’s lips, a good deal of inner pink could be seen, another sight not typically enjoyed in a standard G-string.

After what felt like an eternity to her, Debbi lowered her skirt, much to the disappointment of the crowd. It was time for the questions portion of the meeting.