Chapter 1

I knew I was in trouble as soon as I got back to the office. I tried to tell myself there’s no way they could know, it’s just my guilty conscience giving me that feeling. But I know that’s not it. I can see my rival, Angie, through the window of Mr. Drake’s office. They both looked up when I came back in from my lunch break and then looked away quickly. I’ve just done a terrible thing. It’s not that I feel guilty. Well, I kind of do. I’m normally a fairly honest person. I did what I felt I had to do, though. It was a matter of self-preservation, of survival.

But I’m not stupid. I’m pretty sure what I just did was illegal, though I don’t know it for a fact. The thing is, I desperately needed the money.

The company I work for just put in a bid on a huge Government contract and they’re certain they put in the low bid. Apparently, so is their biggest competitor. That’s why someone from our competitor’s company called me out of the blue a few days ago. A man asked if we could meet. He had a moneymaking opportunity he wanted to discuss with me. I don’t know how they found out about me or where they got my information. I suppose they looked into my finances and knew how tight my budget is. I only graduated from college a little less than four months ago. About a month ago my flaky roommate decided to get married. She moved out leaving me in a hell of a bind. I’m just barely managing to pay my rent and utilities but I’m really scrimping on food. In my case that means I’m hardly eating at all. A big meal for me is a can of soup. Some days I don’t eat anything but a couple slices of bread, just plain bread.

As I said, I’ve only just graduated from college. I’m not stupid but I did a lot of partying in high school. As a result, my grades were nothing to brag about. I really struggled during my first two years of college to get caught up. I didn’t get to live the more normal college life until my third year when I was on a more even footing with my peers. That’s not to say I was a great student. I was never on anyone’s honor role. I received mediocre but adequate grades throughout my third and fourth years of college.

I was lucky to get this job. For the first few months I did my best to impress everyone with my attitude and good work habits. After those first few months, after my roommate left I was desperate for money. I began to look around for shortcuts. One of the shortcuts I settled on was attempting to sabotage Angie. She’s been working here a little over a year. She’s very good at what she does and she’s on a fast track. She’s far above me in the pecking order. And She’s obviously very well thought of and almost certain to advance rapidly. I figured if I could make her look bad I might be able to skip over her. So, I screwed a few things up on purpose and attempted to make it look like she was responsible.

That didn’t work out too well. Apparently everyone knew she wasn’t the one who screwed up. I was fortunate no one could be certain I was responsible. Or at least they couldn’t prove it. I got the impression everyone was pretty sure I screwed up, not her. But I thought I had a sure-fire way to get that bitch out of my way after I met with the guy from our competition. He offered me a thousand dollars for a copy of our bid on the government project, the project Angie has been working on. I figured I’d make an easy thousand dollars and, more importantly, possibly get Angie canned!

So, when no one was looking I made a copy of her file. I snuck it out of the office at lunch time and delivered it to my shady contact. He handed me an envelope containing ten one-hundred-dollar bills and I handed him the folder. I even managed to coax a decent lunch out of him. I was walking on air on my way back to the office. Now, even though the transaction took place just minutes ago, somehow it seems like they must know!

My only option seems to be to act normal and play dumb so I ignored Mr. Drake and Angie and returned to work on the tedious task I’d been given when I got in this morning. I’d only just gotten back to work on the research I’d been given to do when my intercom buzzed. I knew that was trouble and for a few long seconds I had trouble catching my breath. But I forced myself to act normal and picked up the phone.

In her typical sweet tone of voice, Angie said, “Laura, can you come to Mr. Drake’s office for a moment please?”

Angie and I don’t really get along, though there’s never been any open hostility between us. That we don’t get along is probably my fault. From the moment I started working here, even as she was training me, I saw her as an obstacle to my getting ahead. But I can’t deny she has always treated me well and tried to help me out as I struggled to learn my job.

In as normal a voice as I could muster I responded, “I’ll be right there.”

I stood up and walked across the room to Mr. Drake’s office. Angie opened the door for me, smiled and invited me to take a seat. I tried to look and act normal as I sat in one of the chairs in front of Mr. Drake’s desk.

As soon as we sat down, Mr. Drake asked, “Do you know where Angie had lunch today?”

That inane question kind of threw me for a loop. What the hell does that have to do with anything?! I smiled tentatively and shook my head.

Mr. Drake returned my smile and said, “Sylvia’s.”

Uh oh! That’s the little restaurant right across the street from the café where I met with that guy and gave him the file!

I felt my face turn white and my heartbeat nearly double but I tried to appear unconcerned.

Still smiling and sounding friendly he asked, “Are you aware that industrial espionage is a federal crime?”

I kinda thought it was but I just shrugged. I didn’t dare speak. I knew my shaky voice would give me away.

Mr. Drake turned his computer monitor around and there was a high-definition photograph of me handing a file to the rep from our competitor’s company, Sunrise Industries. He clicked a button on his keyboard and I was confronted by a picture of me holding an envelope and riffling through the hundred dollar bills it contained.

“My first reaction when Angie showed me the pictures was to call the police. Angie has suggested an alternate course of action. It has been obvious to all of us that you have attempted to destroy Angie’s reputation since shortly after you were hired. I wanted to fire you by the end of your second month here but Angie talked me out of it. She insisted you have potential. To be honest, I don’t see it. Not unless she means potential to spend years in prison. You seem to be only moderately intelligent and not at all honest or trustworthy.

“Do you care to hear what Angie has suggested as an alternative to having you arrested?”

I’m too scared to speak. But I’m being offered a straw, I have to grasp for it. I nodded.

He glared at me. I can see how much he hates me. After a long, uncomfortable pause he said, “First, you write out a complete confession and sign it in front of our notary. Second, for the next year you will serve as Angie’s slave, subject to any and all humiliations. In case you’re wondering, that does include sexual abuse. You are to be nothing more than a sex slave to her and to anyone else with whom she feels like sharing you. That includes me, of course. You don’t have to make up your mind right away. You have ten seconds to think it over.”

“What?! You can’t do that! Mr. Drake, please! I’m sorry! I needed the money. I...”

“Time is up, Laura. What have you decided?”

I’m not sure what to say. How does a person choose between the possibility of years in prison and a year of sexual humiliation?! I stuttered, “I ... I mean, I ... oh god! There must be another way! Please! I’m sorry!”

Mr. Drake picked up the phone. When his secretary came on the line he said, “Sharon, get the police on the line for me please.”

Before he could put the phone down I exclaimed, “NO! Please! I can’t go to prison! I ... oh god! I’ll do it. I’ll do what you said.”

“Sharon, hold off on that for now.”

I slumped down in my chair and began to sob piteously. But I received no pity from my accusers. Mr. Drake smiled and said, “I’ve never before been amused by the tears of an attractive young woman. But in your case, bitch, I find them particularly satisfying. Now, go to your desk and prepare a complete, highly detailed confession. Don’t take all day. Bring it to me when you finish.”

I struggled to my feet and started towards the door. I was only halfway there when Angie said, “Wait. Are you wearing pantyhose?”

I glanced at Mr. Drake. He’s amused. I mumbled, “Yes.”

She ordered, “Remove them, and your panties. Except for special occasions you won’t be wearing either again for the next year. They’d just get in the way.”

I groaned and reached for the door. Angie exclaimed, “Are you fucking deaf?! I gave you an order!”

“I’m going to the restroom. I’m going...”

She sighed and rolled her eyes as if to say she thinks I’m the dumbest woman she’s ever met ... and she may be right. Then she said, “I didn’t say go to the restroom. I ordered you to remove your pantyhose and panties. Now do it. You’re lucky I’m not making you take everything off, you stupid cunt.”

I glanced at Mr. Drake. He certainly finds this amusing. He snarled, “Don’t look at me, stupid! I like her alternative suggestion. You may be an evil bitch but you are a hot little piece of ass. I’m looking forward to getting you naked and sticking my dick in you ... often.”

I stepped back from the door and reached down in order to pull my skirt up. I’m standing right in front of the window looking out on the main work floor. I glanced in that direction and gasped. Everyone I can see is watching me! I already know there’s no place I can stand except right behind the door where I’ll be out of sight of all the people I work with. I took a step in that direction but Angie growled, “Get back where you were. You really are one stupid cunt, aren’t you? Did you not hear Mr. Drake? Do you not understand that humiliating you is how we’re going to do our best to make a better person out of you? Now! Back where you were!”

I stepped back in front of the large window but avoided looking out at the slightly more than two dozen of my co-workers, mostly women but four or five men, too. I’m not sure if it’s my male or my female audience which embarrasses me more. They’re all staring at me and grinning like crazy. Strange because they can’t have any idea what it is I’ve done!

I began inching my skirt up until I can reach under it, being careful not to lift it too high. The people out in the office can’t see more than an inch or two below my waist. But I know they can see enough to have a pretty good idea what I’m doing.

I stopped lifting my skirt just before I would have put my panties on display. I reached under it and, grasping my pantyhose as far up as I could, I began carefully pulling them down until I had the waistband in my grip. I added the waistband of my panties to the small wad of material and worked them down to my knees. I paused at my knees and slipped my shoes off. Then I pushed them the rest of the way down to my ankles. I rested one hand on the windowsill and, less than gracefully, I worked my undergarments off with my free hand.

I stood there holding them, wadding them up to make them as unrecognizable as possible while I slipped my feet back into my shoes. I stood there for a moment, looking pitifully at Angie and Mr. Drake as they grinned back at me.

I waited for one of them to tell me what to do next. Mr. Drake said, “Leave those sitting on your desk until you leave here this evening. Now, go out and prepare your confession. You had best not take all fucking day, you stupid cunt. Now go!”

With my wadded-up underwear in my hand I hurried out to my desk, staring down at the floor all the way. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, though. I don’t think anyone has any idea why I just removed my underwear in front of Mr. Drake. But they’re all aware that I just did exactly that.

I dropped my undergarments on my desk and began working on my confession. It took far less time than I imagined. There isn’t much to it. In response to a call from a Mr. Krupp at Sunrise Industries I met with some shady guy who didn’t identify himself and agreed to hand over to him a copy of our bid. I made copies of the documents, put them in a folder similar to the one in which Angie had the original. I think my reasoning at the time was that I should make it look as much as possible like the original file. I gave the file to the man in exchange for ten one-hundred-dollar bills.

I looked it over, made a few clarifications and corrections and printed it off. I glanced up at the window into Mr. Drake’s office and fought to avoid imagining what I looked like removing my underclothes a few minutes ago. He and Angie are hard at work on something and she’s taking copious notes. I’d rather do anything but return to that room. But this problem isn’t going to go away if I just sit here until it gets dark and everyone has gone home. I’m responsible for the mess I’ve gotten myself into and I guess I deserve to be punished. I don’t know what Angie and Mr. Drake have planned for me but I have to believe it’s preferable to incarceration and a permanent arrest record which would have to be mentioned on any future employment applications. Whatever they have planned for me I’m going to somehow have to suck it up and do what I have to do.

I got to my feet and, once more keeping my eyes directed to the floor in front of me, I crossed the room and tapped on Mr. Drake’s door. There was a pause. Then Angie said, “Come in.”

I handed my confession to Mr. Drake and waited while he read it. When he finished he handed it to Angie and while she read it he looked up at me and asked, “And you’re willing to sign this?”

With tears trickling down my cheeks I nodded and quietly replied, “Yes.”

He called Abby, the office notary, and in less than a minute she came in carrying her seal. I signed it and Mr. Drake and Angie signed as witnesses. While we were all signing it Abby had time enough to read the single short paragraph. She certainly already knows something unusual is going on in here. Now she knows what. The glare she focused on me made it perfectly clear what she thinks of me. I doubt it will be long before everyone in the company learns what I did.

Abby notarized my confession, shot me one more near fatal glare and returned to her desk. As soon as the door closed behind her, Mr. Drake picked up his phone and dialed. When someone answered he introduced himself and asked to speak to Mr. Krupp. There was an uncomfortably long wait before Mr. Krupp came on the line. Mr. Drake put the call on speaker and I whispered, “Should I go back to work?”

He pointed to the chair in front of his desk and I sat down. I’ve never before gone commando out in public. My skirt is more than long enough to protect my modesty but even so, knowing my skirt is the only thing keeping me from being exposed makes me very uncomfortable.

Mr. Krupp finally came on the line. In a jovial, bombastic voice he exclaimed, “Mr. Drake! What can I do for you?!”

“Mr. Krupp, I thought you might be interested in learning Laura French is in my office. After I showed her the photographs I have of your operative taking a copy of our bid from her and handing her an envelope containing a thousand dollars she wrote out a complete confession.”

After a long pause, Mr. Krupp replied, “You can’t prove I had anything to do with that.”

Mr. Drake chuckled and said, “Maybe, maybe not. But it probably wasn’t your brightest move sending your son to make the exchange.”

We heard him mutter, “Aw fuck!” Then he asked, “What about my thousand dollars?”

“That’s between you and Laura. I’d advise her to keep it inasmuch as she did as she was asked. It was just her bad luck that your son chose a café for the exchange that’s right across the street from the restaurant where one of my people was having lunch.”

“Fucking idiot! Okay, she can keep the money. You’ll be happy to know I’ve decided we’re not going to bid on that project. No hard feelings Drake. Just trying to make a buck.”

“Krupp, I do have hard feelings. You give our industry a bad name. This isn’t the first time you’ve pulled some slimy shit like this. The next time I hear of you trying something like this I’ll go to the Feds. Have a nice day.”

After he ended the call I said, “I’ll get you the envelope. It’s in my purse.”

“I don’t want it. Pay your rent.”

He stood up and Angie got to her feet. I assumed that was the signal so I got up, too. Angie opened the door and held it. Mr. Drake grabbed my arm and pulled me out to stand just outside, in front of the window through which most of these people watched as I removed my underwear about half an hour ago.

People all around the room began looking up. Mr. Drake raised his voice slightly and asked everyone to gather around. As everyone got up and began gathering around us in a half circle he said to one of the men, “Paul, would you please poke your head in next door and ask them to join us?”

I stood there shaking in fear and blushing all the way down to my toes. I don’t know what he’s going to say. But I know these people, most of whom are already not very fond of me, are about to find out what a terrible thing I just did. It wasn’t long before there were about thirty people standing around staring curiously, mostly at me.

When it appeared that all the people from both offices in our section were gathered, Mr. Drake told them what I did. My crime is all the more despicable because there’s a fear of layoffs if we don’t get that contract. It hasn’t been officially announced yet. The bidding period lasts through this coming Friday. But everyone seems certain we’ll be awarded the contract. I’m all but certain it will be a very long time before I’ll be nominated for employee of the month.

When he finished outlining my sins he went on to say, “Angie talked me into not firing her. While I trust Angie on just about anything else, I’m not certain she was right about what to do in this situation. But I have to be honest, her suggestion was ... interesting. She told me she thinks Laura has potential. Personally, I’ve seen no sign of it. But Angie has recommended a rather unique form of attitude adjustment.

“In order to protect the sensibilities of some of you ladies, we might need to temporarily move some people between our two offices. I certainly don’t want to offend anyone. And if that’s required, I assure you the change will only be temporary. The reasons for that are, first, there is about to be a drastic change in Laura’s wardrobe, a change I’m certain most of you men will appreciate. Second, young Miss French is about to become much friendlier, especially with you gentlemen, if any of you are actually gentlemen.”

After a spate of amused chuckling Mr. Drake went on, “There will, however, be no discrimination. If any of you ladies are feeling adventurous I want you to feel free to join in the fun and games.

“There will, of course, be a need for some moderation. We’ll all still need to get our work done.”

Everyone is staring at me now. The hate I saw in their eyes a few moments ago is now tempered with a mixture of amusement and lust. None of the women I’ve glanced at appear to be the least bit offended by Mr. Drake apparently offering me up to the entire staff for sexual services.

“Angie will be coming around to everyone this afternoon to discuss this with you individually. I hope I haven’t offended anyone. If I have, please feel free to mention that as well. Does anyone wish to say anything before we get back to work?”

One of the older men from the other office immediately replied, “I volunteer to move over to this office. But only to do my part to protect any of the lady’s sensibilities, of course.”

There was an outbreak of laughter, interspersed with a chorus of male voices, employees who work in the other office offering to switch desks with any female employees from this office who may be embarrassed or offended by the treatment I’m about to receive.

The meeting broke up then. While people drifted back to their desks a few of the men lingered, closing in on me, glaring at me and yet obviously lusting for me at the same time. They didn’t speak to me. But they spoke to each other about me, quietly, so as not to offend any of the ladies who might overhear them. Angie squeezed in between two of the men surrounding me and said, “We’re going to do something about your wardrobe after work. For now, I want you to roll the waistband of your skirt under a few times. You may as well get a taste of what’s in store for you for the next year.”

The men grinned as I rolled my waistband under a couple of times. I’m wearing a conservative skirt, as I usually do. The difference wasn’t scandalous. Angie shook her head and said, “Don’t worry, guys. I’ll take care of that church lady look after work.”

She reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and said, “Take your bra off and leave those buttons unbuttoned. Then get back to work.”

I rushed to the ladies’ room to comply. I was able to take a deep breath for what seemed like the first time in hours. I went into a stall and removed my blouse and bra. I’m not all that upset about it. I’m not wearing a sheer blouse. I’m actually more embarrassed about having to walk back to my desk with my bra in my hand.

I returned to my desk, stuffed my bra in my purse and returned to my research. As I tried to clear my mind and concentrate on the task at hand I can’t help thinking that after what I did it’s kind of amazing they still trust me to do anything more than emptying the trash and cleaning the restrooms.

I noticed Angie going around to everyone in the room. I tried to keep my head down and concentrate but I can’t help but be curious. I can’t help but wonder how the women I work with feel about the things Angie has planned for me. I’m the youngest woman in the room. I’m pretty sure if it were some other woman about to be sexually abused and I were being asked how I felt about it I’d be embarrassed. I’m reasonably certain ... no, I’m certain I’d ask to be moved to the other office. I may be dishonest and untrustworthy, but I’ve not had a lot of sexual experience and I’m fairly conservative when it comes to the subject. I embarrass easily.

It didn’t take Angie very long to interview everyone. It was only slightly more than an hour later she stopped at my desk on the way back to Mr. Drake’s office and with a bright smile on her face she ordered me to follow her. We entered Mr. Drake’s office and she closed the door. She looked at me but said to him, “Not a single person from this office asked to be moved. But everyone from the other office did. They all want to see our little Benedict Arnold performing her new duties, and when they have the opportunity, join in the fun and games.”

I was surprised at that. Surprised by the women at least. I don’t know them very well but I would have thought my own natural response would be to request a change to the other office. Surely I’m not that unusual!

Mr. Drake stood up with a huge smile on his face. He walked around his desk, closed the curtains over his window, turned to me and said, “This is your last chance to change your option. Do you want door number one or door number two?”

I didn’t get the reference but I know what my options are. I can spend a year being sexually abused and humiliated or I can opt to have my entire life ruined. I’m not a virgin. But I haven’t had a lot of lovers, only three actually. And I’ve never done anything anyone might consider kinky or outrageous in any way. This is going to be difficult for me. But choosing between a tough year or having my life destroyed is a no brainer.

“This is going to be hard for me, sir. But there’s really only one option that makes sense. At least this way I’ll eventually get my life back.”

He looked over my shoulder and asked, “Do you want to stay for this, Angie?”

“Very, very much. I just wish I had a dick so I could fuck the bitch, too.”

He smiled at her and said, “Speaking for men everywhere I’m very glad you don’t have a dick, sweetheart. You’re a very sexy woman. A dick would really ruin the effect.”

Angie chuckled and took a seat beside his desk. Mr. Drake backed up and leaned back against the front of his desk. It sounded almost like he was daring me to refuse when he said, “Strip, bitch.”

I pretty much figured this was coming when he closed the curtains. That doesn’t make it any easier. But I didn’t hesitate. I’m not wearing much, not nearly as much as I had on when I came to work this morning. I slipped my shoes off as my shaking fingers struggled with the buttons on the front of my blouse. In a moment, Mr. Drake became the fourth man to see my breasts, not counting my doctor of course. My face must be bright, bright red. I’m blushing so hard my face itches!

I dropped my blouse on a nearby chair and struggled briefly with the button and the zipper holding my skirt in place. I began to lower my skirt but paused briefly before exposing my pussy. I knew this was going to be hard, and it is. But much to my surprise I’m getting a tingly feeling. The kind of feeling I get when a boyfriend is beginning to explore my body. Mr. Drake and Angie won’t be able to detect I’m reacting that way. But knowing I’m getting those feelings under this strange set of circumstances makes what I’m doing even more embarrassing.

I know my legs are too shaky to just step out of my skirt so I pushed it down and let it fall to the floor. I carefully bent down, picked it up and dropped it on my blouse. Then, fighting the almost overpowering need to cover myself with my hands I stood before him and waited for him to tell me what to do next.

He explored my body with his eyes for what seemed like a very long time before he said, “I learned quite a bit about you when I interviewed you for your job. Not about your ethics obviously. But I suppose if I’d asked you if you’d sell us out for a thousand dollars it’s unlikely you would have said yes.”

I moaned and under my breath I said, “I’m so sorry.”

I don’t know if heard me.

“We want to find out a little more about you. Angie is going to ask you some questions now. They are going to make you uncomfortable but we want complete and totally honest answers. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll answer honestly.”

I’m still staring down at the floor, far too humiliated to meet anyone’s gaze. But Angie must have gotten tired of not being able fully enjoy my humiliation.

“Look at me Laura.”

I moaned again, then looked up. It’s obvious from her smile she’s enjoying this as much as Mr. Drake is. She placed a small recording device on the desk beside her and said, “The first question we have is about your sexual history. Tell us about it. Remember, complete and honest answers.”

“You mean like the first time I did it with a guy?”

Angie rolled her eyes and said, “The first everything. The first time you did anything with a girl or a guy. The first time someone felt you up. The first time someone besides your parents or your doctor saw you undressed or partially undressed. The first time you had any kind of sex with anyone, even just a hand job. The first anything sexual and how you felt about it.”

I shrugged and said, “There isn’t that much to tell. I went to a birthday party at my best friend’s house when I was fourteen. Allen, a guy I had a crush on, was there. We played some silly party games. In one of them a girl and a guy had to go into a closet and stay there in the dark for five minutes. I managed to get put in the closet with Allen, probably because everyone knew I had a crush on him. We just talked for a minute or so. But then he hugged me and started kissing my face, kissing all around until he found my lips in the dark. Shortly after we started kissing he began moving his hands, first just over my back but by the time our five minutes was up he managed to get a hand on my boob for probably about ten seconds. The kissing was great but when he got his hand on my boob I nearly freaked out. I mean it felt ... it was wonderful! It was exciting. I loved the way it felt when a boy touched my boob for the first time. But it scared hell out of me. I’d been thinking a lot about sex lately. I couldn’t help it. Sex is everywhere; magazines, television, movies, books, and in the way guys look at you when you’re walking down the street and the things they say.

“If that were all you saw and heard everyday you couldn’t help but want to try it. But then there was your parents and the constant warnings, and the church, and every now and then one of your friends getting pregnant. It can drive you crazy!

“Anyway, that was my first sexual experience, as tame as it was. I wasn’t allowed to date but starting about a year after my experience with Allen, every now and then I’d arrange to meet a boyfriend at the movies. We’d snuggle and his hands would gradually begin to explore. Jerry was the first boy to take it a baby step farther. At first he’d just put his arm around my shoulder and his hand would slowly begin to drape farther and farther down over my breast. Sometimes I wanted to beg him to get on with it!