2 comments/ 4546 views/ 0 favorites The Gig By: shyblueeyes1371 The guys had been nagging me for weeks about an upcoming gig that was "going to rock my world" or so they told me! It was a one off by a local heavy metal group that were a kind of mix between Linkin Park and some other band I can't remember. They were an up and coming band and were supposed to be "the real deal." I just laughed when the boys told me this, but agreed to tag along, as it was down in the basement of a local bar that we all frequented from time to time. The bar was great; it had escaped the clutches of these same old same old bar's that were cropping up all over the place. You know the type, all clean and sterile, no smoking in them, giant flat screen plasma screens all showing three or four different football or baseball games at the same time. The usual beers behind the bar, light this, low that, all tasted generic to me when I was drinking. Yes, I was a non-drinker and to be honest with you, it was not a conscious decision it just happened nearly a year ago. So the guys were putting in the fact that I had been dry so to speak for a year, they would help me to celebrate such a momentous occasion. I thanked the guys for being so kind and caring, and they just said "yes, having our own designated driver was awesome, Chris." I just playfully punched one of them in the arm, then there was a mass ruck and we were belting lumps out of one another, as is the way of the modern man. I picked the guys up from Marks place and we drove the few miles down town to the bar. I found a space pretty close by so was happy with that. We all piled out of my car and started hitting each other, trying to give dead arms as we walked to the bar. Mark got a round of drinks in, and then we heard the sounds of another warm up band playing in the basement. I turned to say something to one of the guys and came face to face with you. You stood about 5'7" and had long hair that went half way down your back, you had a loose fitting black top, a short denim skirt on and base ball boots. We looked at each other a moment, before you said "excuse me; I am off to see the band play." I smiled and stepped aside. "Maybe we will bump in to each other in the dark confines of a dank, dimly lit basement." I said A smile played across your lips, and then one of the guys said, "Yeah right Chris, in your wildest dreams boy, she is young enough to be your daughter" then slapped the back of my head. I was just about to turn and hit him when you piped up "Mmm, always did have a thing for older men." My mouth dropped open and the guys started whooping, hollering, and slapping my back, shouting, "she likes the older man Chris, and there aren't many older than you." I just glared at them and then smiled at you as I let you go on your way. Ten minutes later and we were in the basement, being met by an assault on the eardrums from this band that was playing. I must be getting old I thought to myself, this music is total crap. I shook the thoughts from my mind and just started to get in to the whole mood of the gig. We stood near the back for about 20 minutes while the band finished their set, then I went up stairs and got another round of drinks for the boys and two bottles of water. As I returned to the basement and handed out the drinks, you accidently bumped in to me, spilling a little beer over my top. You went bright red and could not stop saying sorry. I just smiled and said it was no big deal, and then cracked the top of my water. "Oh" you said, "I was just on my way to get a drink. Is there any chance I can have some of your water please?" you asked me. I just smiled and handed you the second unopened bottle I was carrying with me. You smiled at me and then gave me a small kiss on the cheek before turning back towards the stage and walking away from me. I watched you as your hips swayed and thought of that pleasures that denim skirt hid from my prying eyes. You must have sensed me looking at you, because you turned around and gave me a cheeky little wink, before moving to the side of the stage. The boys were nudging me and telling me I was in there, if I liked the thought of fucking a girl young enough to be my own daughter. I just glared at the boys and said, "Fuck you, she is early twenties at best, and as I am 39 there is no way I could be her father." The guys roared with laughter and said "Ooo, someone is touchy aren't they." I just glared at them, and moved away and to the side a little. Once the guys had drink inside them, they were a nightmare, they were like giant sweaty octopi, hands roaming everywhere with girls, thinking they were god's gift to the women of the world. I loved all the guys like they were my own flesh and blood, but once the beer started flowing it was game over. So I always tended to move away from them a little, as I just was not that way inclined myself. The band came on stage and introduced themselves as if we should all know who they were by now, I just shook my head and took a sip from my water and then moved a little closer to the side of the stage. They had just finished their first song and I had made my way to the very side of the stage, just a little way from the speakers and the small barrier that was supposed to hold the adoring fans back. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Next thing I know, I am standing right behind you. You had a similar idea to myself, getting as close to the front but off to the side a little as it was a lot darker there and a little less crowded. The band was in full flow now, they were four songs in and I have to admit, they were pretty good. I was flicking my eyes from the band on stage to your back and then back again. I smiled and remembered my enthusiasm at a younger age for watching bands at this bar. All of a sudden, you were sent crashing back in to me and my hands instinctively went to your hips to steady you. I looked up and saw a few youngsters trying to dance around in a close quarter area. They had bumped in to you and sent you back in to me. You turned and looked up at me and mouthed, "I am so sorry" I smiled and shrugged it off. You moved back away from me a few feet, but then got bumped back in to me for a second time. I again stopped you from falling, but now I was getting a little pissed with the antics. I glared at one kid and he flipped me the bird before getting his mate to bump him and then moved himself towards us, like a pinball. I moved you aside as quick as a flash, then let fly with a right hook and floored the kid. I am not proud of myself for doing it, but I was trying to stop him from bumping you to the floor. One of the door men pushed his way through, grabbed the kid and me, and was just about to frog march us out, but you tuned to the doorman and said something in his ear. He gave me a slight nod and then let go of my arm, but bundled the kid out. I smiled at you and mouthed "thank you," you blushed slightly then moved back in front of me to carry on watching the band. I guess you felt safer with me behind you or something. Another song later and you were twirling around in front of me, waving your arms in the air as if you had no care in the world. I smiled at you, and then was surprised as you kissed my lips softly and whispered in my ear "thank you" before turning back to the stage. My mind was racing, was that just an innocent kiss, or was there more to it? The next song started and it was a little slower than the others were, I watched you as you swayed your hips in time with the music, and I smiled to myself. Next thing I know, you had backed yourself in to me and you were pushing your ass against my crotch. I could smell your scent; I could feel your hair brushing against me. I was intoxicated from the movement, the smell, and I felt my cock harden slightly in my jeans. You must have felt it too as you pushed your ass firmly against my crotch before stepping forward slightly. The song finished and they launched in to another rip-roaring number. However, my head was spinning; I had thoughts racing through my mind after you just pushed yourself up against me. I had to have you I thought to myself; I had to have you now at all cost. I moved up close behind you and placed my hand on your ass, and rubbed it gently. You turned your head a little and smiled at me, as if you were giving me the green light to carry on. I got a little bolder and slipped a hand down and under your denim skirt. I moved my hand slowly up your leg until I came to a rest on your inner thigh. Your head moved back and rested on my chest briefly, before you pushed your ass back in to my hardening cock through my jeans. I became a little bolder and moved my hand to the side and then cupped your naked pussy, I gasped a little, as I had not expected you to be naked beneath your skirt. You pushed your hips down a little as my fingers glided along your soaking wet pussy lips. I lowered my mouth to your neck and you tilted your head slightly, then I placed small kisses as you ground your ass back against my raging hard on. I got a little bolder and slipped a finger in to your pussy, and I felt your body go a little limp against me. I moved my free arm and brought it around your waist to support your weight. I continued to kiss your neck in the dark corner of the basement, and then I slipped a second finger in to your soaking wet pussy. You groaned at the sensation as I started to finger fuck you. You moved your hips in time with my invading fingers and you pushed yourself back against my hard cock. I heard you moan again as I moved my thumb up and started to work your clit. You were like a rag doll in my arms; your body was shaking as you started to ride the pleasure of your first orgasm. I felt your pussy muscles clamp around my probing fingers as your whole body shook with pleasure. I held still for a beat until I felt your legs take your weight a little. Then you reached behind yourself and found the button and zipper of my jeans and you tugged and pulled at them until they opened. I continued kissing your neck as I slowly fingered your slick pussy; my hand was covered with your cum, it felt warm. Next thing I know, you fished my cock out of my boxers and your hand started working back and forth along the length. I moaned against your neck and bit down gently. This caused you to moan deeply and grip my cock harder. I started working my fingers in your dripping pussy as my thumb assaulted your clit again. Your grip tightened on my cock as you started jacking me off in time with my fingers working your pussy harder and faster. You body started to shake and convulse again, and then you pulled back painfully hard on my cock as another orgasm ripped through your beautifully sexy body. I gently kissed and nipped at your neck as I kept my fingers still as you came down from your sexual high again. I could not believe what was happening, I was finger fucking a gorgeous girl in the middle of a dark basement with a band playing. I felt so dirty, but so fucking good at the same time. You turned your head until your lips were at my ear, as your hand started working along the length of my raging hard on. "Fuck me mister," you said in to my ear "shove this fucking beautiful cock in my pussy and cum for me" you said and then kissed my ear. I did not need to be asked twice, as I slipped my soaking wet fingers from your pussy. I lowered my hips a little, as I felt the tip of my cock press against your soaked pussy lips. You groaned in to my ear and then bit my ear lobe as I gave one almighty thrust forward and buried my cock to the hilt in your delicious pussy. We held still a beat, and then you started pushing your ass back against me as you tried to get more of my cock inside your pussy. I moved my soaking wet fingers up and grabbed your hair, twirling it around and around until I had a tight handful. I pulled your head away and bit down on your neck again as I started fucking you with deep long strokes. I heard you gasp and groan as you felt my cock fill you up completely, then you whined a little as I pulled all the way back so the tip was just about to come out of your pussy. I gripped your hair tighter and then started fucking you harder and faster, as I felt your pussy muscles tighten around my cock as you shook, as another orgasm ripped through your body. It was so filthy, I was fucking a total stranger in a basement with people nearby, but I did not care, I had to have more of you, I had to fuck you as much as I could. I let go of your hair and placed my hands on your hips, pulling you back against me as I drove my cock hard and fast, deep in to your willing pussy. You let out a small groan as you felt my cock totally fill your pussy. Your head dropped a little as I started to fuck you harder and faster. I moved a hand from your hip and between your legs and found your clit. Your hand came to the back of my neck and pulled it forward "Fuck my pussy Chris" you said "fuck my pussy and fill me with your cum, I want to feel it deep inside me, I want to feel your cum splashing deep inside me" and then you bit my ear lobe again. I started moving my fingers in small circles on your clit as I started to fuck your pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Your head dropped again as I felt your pussy muscles start to tighten on my cock again. That pushed me closer to the edge. I moved my lips to your ear and whispered "cum with me baby, soak my fucking hard cock and make me cum deep inside your beautiful little pussy." You gasped and made a guttural groan as you felt my cock hammering your pussy. I felt my balls tighten up and my cock swell inside your pussy, and you sensed I was close. I gave two deep and long thrusts, and as I pushed forward on the second stroke, I felt your pussy muscles clamp down on my cock and I knew you were Cumming again. I pushed a little bit further and then held still as my cock exploded deep inside you. I felt my cock pulse three or four times as my cum buried itself deep inside your willing pussy. We held still a beat and then I started fucking you again as I felt the last of my cum drain from my cock and in to you. We slowed down and then I felt you move a little and my cock slip from your pussy. We both fought for our breath, and tried to keep from falling over on weakened knees. You turned to face me and kissed me deeply as your hand worked slowly back and forth along my semi hard cock. We kissed deeply for a few minutes, until you pulled back and broke the kiss. You looked at me and smiled and then stood up on tip toes and whispered in my ear "your cum is leaking out of my pussy and down my thigh Chris, and it's a fucking delicious feeling" and then you kisses my ear lobe again. "There is a festival next weekend and I will be going camping" you whispered in my ear. "Will you be going there Chris." I just nodded and smiled and then you kissed my ear lobe again and said "I look forward to seeing you there then big boy" and you pulled back on my cock and rubbed your thumb over the sensitive tip and coated it with the remnants of my cum, before bringing it to your mouth and sucking it clean. I just looked at you and smiled, then you kissed my lips gently as we realised that the band had finished their set and the house lights came up. I watched you as you walked away, and then quickly tucked my cock back in my boxers. As I watched you ascend the stairs I could see my cum dribble down your leg from beneath your skirt and I smiled to myself. The Giggle Girls Pt. 01 Jack should have known better. He'd spent much of his 25 years pulling some sort of hustle or scam or another and could definitely safely class himself as "streetwise" without leaving himself open to mockery. He definitely should have known better than to underestimate Samantha. Jack was medium height and slightly out of shape with close cropped hair and arms full of tattoos. Although he could be classed as a gangster of sorts he was more the type for t shirt jeans and battered leather jacket than fancy Italian suits. Jack wasn't a particularly nasty or violent man but he could look after himself if need be. His main work was "cashing" that is going into shops and pubs with counterfeit bank notes and buying the cheapest item he could in order to break the note. He drove around with a car boot full of packets of mints, chewing gum and razor blades. Small sleepy towns were best for this sort of work, little shops with doddery old women or disinterested girls behind the counter who either didn't realise or just plain didn't care what Jack was up to. This particular town had seemed ripe for "cashing" but last night when he'd mentioned it to his mate Gaz, the two of them sat in a seedy Bristol pub, he was surprised when his crony spat out some of his pint and turned white as a sheet at the mere mention of the place. "You don't wanna go cashing round there mate. Trust me." Gaz said wiping his mouth with a trembling hand. "Why not?" Jack had said "I've never been there before, no-one knows me. There's hardly any Old Bill just those PCO milk monitors. It's bloody ripe for it!" "I'm not on about the Old Bill. I'm on about Samantha!" hissed Gaz glancing over his shoulder "That's her turf." Samantha? Who the hell was Samantha? Her turf? Her? Jack had never heard of a woman having turf. Surely Gaz was winding him up here but he didn't look like he was joking. His face was ashen as he filled Jack in. How could he have not heard of Samantha? The whole South West underworld grapevine was buzzing with talk of her and her gang of girls. Jack snorted with derisive laughter at the idea. The idea of a gang of girls running a town , even one that small was a preposterous notion to him and the notion of a seasoned villain like Gaz being scared of them was doubly so. "What do they do?" Jack chuckled sardonically "Batter people with their handbags?" "They don't batter people Jack." replied Gaz "Samantha don't play by the usual rules. Trust me mate stay out of her turf." Yes Jack should have known better. Any other time if Gaz warned him off an area he'd have heeded it but he'd be fucked if he was going to be scared off a profitable days cashing by a gang of birds. This was surely Gaz's idea of a joke or maybe he was trying to scare Jack off so he could go there himself. But Gaz wouldn't do that, they'd gone to school together, done jobs together and served time together. Maybe he was on something. Who knew but Jack was definitely going there cashing tomorrow and this Samantha sort would have to lump it. The next morning Jack went to Ronnie's garage as usual to pick up the notes. Jack was one of Ronnie's best, a good earner. Bill had worked for Ronnie since he was at school doing "this and that". Protection money, dodgy credit cards, moody passports, hooky gear and smuggled fags. Jack was a jack of many dishonest trades but cashing was his favourite. It was the travel he liked, visiting different towns, drinking in different pubs and most of all copping off with different women. In his cashing career Jack had shagged bored housewives , barmaids and drunken brides to be on their hen nights. For him it was the shagging more than the money that made cashing his favourite bit of dodgy business. As he drove down the M4 he could already feel himself stiffening at the thought of potential conquests. Maybe he'd even bump into this Samantha and end up giving her a good seeing to. It'd be worth it just to see the look on Gaz's face when he told him the tale over a pint that evening. She probably didn't even exist anyway. Female gangsters? Ridiculous. Lacey was 19 and she'd first met Samantha a year ago when she'd seen Lacey holding in an arm lock a boy who she'd found out had written her mobile number on the wall of the One Stop shop with a caption saying that Lacey was a "slag" and promising "bumsex" to anyone who dialled the number. The boy was whimpering pained apologies and begging to be released as Lacey's mates fell about laughing swigging from bottles of Blue WKD. Seeing this spectacle made Samantha feel a warm glow of nostalgia for 20 years ago when she had been that age. Samantha had approached Lacey shaken her hand and introduced herself. Lacey had heard of Samantha of course. Everyone had. And it was every tough young girl's dream to be like her and her gang. Samantha invited Lacey into her limousine and proceeded to tell the younger girl her story. Samantha's three older brothers were right tearaways and were forever tormenting her when she was little , cutting the manes off her My Little Ponies, melting her Barbie Dolls and drawing cartoon penises on her posters of Simon le Bon. A teenage growth spurt soon put paid to this treatment though. Samantha filled out into a tall broad barrel shaped young lady and soon her brothers attempts to bully her ended with them begging for mercy on their knees their hair being wrenched nearly out of the scalp by Samantha's hard plump fingered grip. Before long Samantha was queen of the secondary school playground. Even the meanest bullies were terrified of her and any dinner money they extorted from their prey was always extracted from them at the day's end by Samantha using her favourite method of squashing the hapless bully to the ground with her bulk and mercilessly tickling his ribs and armpits until the money was handed over. Her Bugsy Malone inspired nickname "Fat Sam" was only ever used in terrified whispers. While her schoolyard reign of terror was going on Samantha's older brothers were busy muscling their way into every racket in their small sleepy hometown starting off as foot soldiers for the town's gangsters before building their own unopposed empire of extortion, fraud and general skulduggery. Then when five years ago the three of them were caught put of their depth trying to hijack a security van and banged up for 20 years apiece they were initially dismissive when their sister came to visit them in Horfield Prison and offered to look after their interests while they were inside. The idea of a woman taking over their empire seemed patently ludicrous. There would be all kinds of hard men wanting to take over now they were safely incarcerated. Samantha told them not to worry about that. Men didn't scare her. She knew how to deal with them. The evil glint in Samantha's eyes that peered over her pudgy cheeks told her brothers that she was deadly serious about this and so control was transferred and Samantha was crowned the town's queen of crime. Initially many breathed a sigh of relief. The club owners and sellers of pirate DVDs and smuggled booze who had been paying the brothers for the privilege of operating thought that they'd not have to pay at all now. After all this Samantha woman had sacked all of her brothers' henchmen and replaced them with girls. What were they going to do if they decided they weren't going to cough up protection money anymore? They soon found out what would happen as examples were made. The first of these was called Jason a 20 something man who was always in the towns pubs selling stolen mobile phones. This was a profitable business for him but ten percent had to be paid to the brothers as well. When Samantha took over, Jason had been going around saying that he wasn't going to pay Samantha anything and she could "stick her hand up her fat arse and fish for her money". This insolence had got back to Samantha by closing time and as he left the White Hart pub Jason was grabbed by five girls and bundled into the back of a pink cab which whisked him away in full view of his confused drinking buddies. A few days later when they saw Jason again his mates were amazed that there was not a mark or a bruise on him but nevertheless he'd said he was now paying Samantha 20 percent and that only a prize mug would refuse to pay her. He wouldn't talk about what had been done to him that night and there was much speculation about what this woman could have done to Jason to change his mind so vehemently. Speculation that was ended when an internet video clip started doing the rounds showing exactly what had happened. The video showed Jason in just his boxer shorts strapped to a pink X shaped bench in the basement of "Rizzo's" Samantha's nightclub that she had named after her favourite movie character and which was infamous locally for its raucous hen parties and ladies nights where only the bravest male strippers dared to work. Surrounding Jason, who struggled against his bonds, were four girls aged between 18 and 22. All were wearing the low cunt pink strappy tops and tight jeans that were recognised by the local police as the uniform of the gang. Samantha walked in front of them in a dark navy business suit the jacket of which struggled to contain her 44GG bosom. Her large belly roll was visible through the short skirt and her peroxide hair with its brown roots was scarped back into a business like ponytail. Addressing the camera Samantha declared that this video should be seen as a warning to anyone who thought that just because a woman had taken over they could neglect their protection payments. With that she stepped aside so that the viewer could see the four henchgirls descend on Jason and tickle him half to death. One girl scraped her long hot pink nails up and down the soles of his feet, another straddled him and attacked his ribs and armpits, a third wiggled her fingers around his knees and thighs and the remaining girl tickled his ears and neck with a stiff pink feather. Jason howled, screamed and cackled in hysterics for about 20 full minutes until Samantha called for the girls to stop. She then re-addressed the viewers reiterating that they had been lenient with Jason, who was a now gibbering sweating wreck on the bench behind her, and that there was worse in store for anyone else who underestimated her. She then walked over to Jason and put one of her hands inside his boxer shorts. Within a split second Jason was roaring and shrieking with laughter again as Samantha expertly tickled his balls and perineum for a further ten minutes.. The video went viral overnight and soon the whole town had seen Jason's humiliating plight and money collections from that day on went largely smoothly. Occasionally examples from both sexes had to be made but largely the threat of the bench was enough to keep things in order and Samantha in the lifestyle she was now accustomed to. Lacey had been awestruck as she listened to this story and when Samantha asked her if she'd like to become the gang's newest member she didn't need asking twice. She was then taken to Rizzo's for her initiation. This involved Lacey standing naked with one foot on a chair and maintaining this position whilst the whole gang took turns to tickle her all over with Samantha going last. The tickling was intensive and various implements from fingers to electric toothbrushes were used on her mound and lips but Lacey bit her lip, crossed her eyes ,gritted her teeth and managed to maintain her pose throughout the whole undignified ordeal. The final part of the initiation was the gang tattoo, a pink feather on the left hip pointing in the direction of the pussy. This was applied by a large female biker and Samantha was pleased that Lacey didn't flinch or cry under the needle. "Welcome aboard Lacey." Samantha had grinned as Lacey pulled her knickers back on "I'll see you here tomorrow at 10 am sharp for training." Lacey's training was of course in the fine art of tickling. The unfortunate test subjects were a married middle class couple in their 30s of which the husband had rather foolishly taken out a sizable loan with Samantha's brothers which they were both repaying by being strapped naked to the tickle bench and used to train new gang members. Samantha showed Lacey all the worst spots to tickle and how to best use fingertips, nails, feathers, brushes, dusters and the dreaded electric toothbrush to reduce victims to quivering wrecks. The next day Lacey began work. That was a year ago and since them Lacey had become one of Samantha's main lieutenants. There were four of them in Samantha's organisation and they were known to the police as the Giggle Girls. Donna was 20 and had been a Goth before Samantha had spotted her severely pummelling a lad in a football shirt who had thrown a pint of lager over her. Although Donna had swapped her black dresses and large cyber boots for the pink Giggle Girls uniform she retained the severe black panda eye makeup of her previous style. Jessica a chubby black 21 year old had come to Samantha's attention when she'd been arrested for breaking a Smirnoff Ice bottle over the head of a local racist oaf who should have looked over his shoulder before reciting Jim Davidson jokes in the pub. Samantha had bailed her out and taken her straight to Rizzo's the following morning. The pub joke teller dropped all charges shortly after being threatened with a day on the tickle bench. Samantha showed Jessica better and more amusing ways of cutting men down to size than bottling them. Then there was bouncy blonde Katie a former TGI Friday greeter aged 22 who had been chosen not for her toughness (although she was a sturdy size 16 and 5'10) but for her ridiculously bubbly and giggly demeanour that made one feel ticklish just by being in her presence. Her high pitched giggle was a sound that caused even the most street tough local yobbo to run away in terror. At 19 Lacey was the baby of the group but also the most loyal and enthusiastic dyeing her short spiky hair pink and only wearing pink underwear. During the previous summer the Giggle Girls had embarked on a reign of ticklish terror. A chunky female pub landlord who'd complained about Rizzo's late license had been ambushed in her own pub by the Giggle Girls. Donna and Jessica had removed her t shirt and brassiere for Katie and Lacey to tickle her huge doughy bosom and long rubbery nipples with shaving brushes in front of a large Saturday night crowd. A boy racer who'd cut Samantha up on the dual carriageway had a refresher in road etiquette as he was tickled naked onstage at Rizzo's in front of a baying mob of women including his own girlfriend. Even the Lady Mayor was not safe. A mention of cracking down on organised crime in a speech she had made had led to her being threatened with an ostrich feather round her more sensitive regions. Lately though the town had been quiet. The Giggle Girls had been a little too effective it had seemed and Lacey in particular , eager beaver that she was, was going up the wall with frustration. She hoped and prayed for someone, anyone, male or female to come and mess with them. Her prayers were answered as Jack drove smugly into town with a bag full of counterfeit notes and no idea who he was about to be dealing with. The Giggle Twins & Stacey My name is Paula, I have a lovely curvy figure. I guess you could say that it is like an hourglass. I'm 5ft 9inches with 40E breasts and legs that go on for miles. My friend Carina, also has an hourglass figure. She's 5ft 7inches with 36D breasts. We have been friends since well forever. Together we are known as the Giggle Twins. The name was given to us because we both giggle the same way and usually at the wrong times. As we are so popular though most people think it's cute and don't take offence. We work together as Account Managers and have the highest client satisfaction rating in our company. We are the bosses favourite and not just for our looks or the amount of business they have brought him. Or for the lengths we go to, to win the business. But also what we do to him and let him do to us. Still that's another story and I don't have his permission to share that with you. This story is about Stacey and us of course. Stacey joined us recently as the office junior or dogsbody. As all of us who have done the job know the office junior gets all the jobs that no one wants. All the boring stuff. The sandwich run. The tea run. The biscuit run etc. Hence the unofficial title of dogsbody. Our boss is a pretty good boss. I don't just say that because I'm biased or because he will read this before I am allowed to submit it but also because he is. All of the Account Managers have worked here five years plus and have worked there way up from Dogsbody to where they are. We are a close-knit team and will do anything for each other. We are also very welcoming to new people. Carina and I like to take them under our wing and to educate them how the boss likes things. Stacey is eighteen and fresh from college. She is still full of hopes and dreams and yet to be jaded by the pressures of the workplace. Educating her and preparing her for the "real world." Is mine and Carina's latest project. The boss has high hopes for her and some clients that would love her as there contact. You see my boss likes to ensure client loyalty. Female clients get male Account Managers (unless they prefer a woman) and vice versa. My boss believes in the power of flirting to win business. It works more often then not and has lead to a huge increase in business this year. Stacey dresses for the office usually in dark trousers, plain white shirt and a black pullover. She wears very little makeup and sensible shoes. The rest of us ladies in our office tend to wear skirts that stop an inch above our knees and tops that plunge at the neckline showing plenty of cleavage or shirts with the top three buttons undone. So, as you can imagine Stacey sticks out. It was Friday afternoon. Almost the end of another week. The weekly target had been exceeded for the eighth week in a row and it was time for our project to begin. Carina and I went into the conference room. Carina was wearing a silk shirt, unbuttoned to just above her bra line and a beige mid-length skirt. I was in a wraparound dress that tied up at my left hip and did wonders for my breasts. The male part of the office seemed to suffer from concentration problems every time I passed. I can't imagine why. We closed all the blinds to ensure privacy. We called Stacey in to join us. She came in, notepad at the ready. The consummate professional as always. "We've been watching you." Carina said looking at Stacey. "I hope I haven't done anything wrong?" asked a now nervous looking Stacey. "Quite the opposite. We have been impressed with you." I continued. "Thank you." Blushed Stacey. "We want to help you get on." Carina added. "We want you to be the point of contact for a new contract that were handling." I continued. Stacey's mouth opened wide but no sound came out. She paused for a moment and then collected her thoughts "I don't know what to say. Why me?" "Because we think that you have what the client wants and we have confidence that you can deliver." "Ok." Whispered Stacey. "We need to be sure though. Do you trust us?" Asked Carina. "Sure." Said Stacey regaining some of her confidence. "That's good. I want you to do everything that I say ok?" Carina continued. "Ok." Said Stacey pen at the ready. "Put down the notepad you won't need it." Carina instructed. "Ok." Said a now confused Stacey as she put it on the desk in front of her. "Now. Take off your pullover." "I don't understand?" Stammered Stacey. "Please do as we ask Stacey." I coaxed Stacey seemed unsure and just stood there. "We just want to see if you are one of us." I said. Stacey looked around the room and then slowly removed her pullover. Folding it neatly she placed it on the table next to her notepad. "Ok. Now your socks and shoes." Instructed Carina. Again Stacey hesitated. "Please do as we ask." I coaxed looking straight at her. Stacey sat down and removed them. Pushing them under the table. "Don't worry Stacey. We won't be disturbed and you won't get into trouble for being here. The boss will appreciate you co-operating with us." I reassured. "Take off your shirt." Instructed Carina. "No." said Stacey. "Stacey. We need you to do this for the team. You are a very important part of this deal and we need to make sure that you can deliver. So please take off your shirt." I explained. "No." repeated Stacey. "Stacey. If you don't do this then we will have to tell the boss and he won't be as nice as us about it. He will sack you and he will have you arrested for theft. Then how will you ever find work with a criminal record?" "But. I've not taken anything." Cried Stacey. "Don't be so sure." Carina said with menace. Suddenly, Stacey realised what we meant. She began to unbutton her shirt. My mouth went dry with anticipation. She slipped it off her shoulders and then folded it next to her pullover. Her breasts were clad in a plain white bra. "Now. The trousers." Instructed Carina. This time there was no hesitation. Stacey unbuttoned them and slid them down her thighs revealing a plain white thong. She folded the trousers and they joined the shirt and pullover on the desk. "That's better. Now come closer." Carina said. As Stacey approached where we were sitting Carina asked her to give us a twirl and so Stacey did. Right then in that moment Stacey would have done anything we asked. I stood up and undid my dress. Taking it off to reveal my own red bra and knickers. I held my dress out to Stacey. "Put this on." I instructed Stacey looked at me. Taking in my half naked state. She seemed relieved to be clothed again. The dress suited her. It looked better on me though. All of a sudden our shy super efficient dogsbody looked like one of us. Ready to charm the contract from the customer. "You can give my dress back now." I said Stacey reluctantly slipped it off and passed it back to me. I placed it on the chair next to me. Stacey looked confused until she noticed that Carina was stepping out of her skirt. She handed this to Stacey. Carina then unbuttoned her shirt and passed this over. Carina had on ivory coloured underwear. Stacey again got dressed. She looked superb in it. Carina looked at me and we nodded. "In future this is how you should dress for the office. No more pullovers or trousers." Said Carina "If you do we will make you take them off in front of everybody and you will spend the rest of the day half dressed." I continued. "Now. Take my clothes off." Said Carina. Stacey stripped for the third time. Carina collected her clothes and placed them on top of mine. Stacey looked at us both and seemed uncertain. "We just have a few more things to check. Please sit on the table." Stacey complied. I stood in front of her and parted her legs so I could get in close to her. I then reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She began to protest but I just put my finger to her lips to let her know to be quiet. I eased her bra off her shoulders and liberated her breasts. They were nice breasts. Not as good as mine but still a nice pair. Her nipples were out and looked very juicy. I reached down and hooked my fingers into the sides of her thong. She didn't move as I tried to ease it past her hips. Carina picked up some scissors and began to test them in midair. Stacey got the hint and lifted her bum so that I could finish stripping her. Stacey sat there naked. She tried to cover herself but Carina and I each took a wrist. We looked at her pussy. It was hairy and in need of a trim. I ran my fingers through the hair and felt some moisture. Stacey was enjoying herself. I looked at Carina "This will never do." I said "No. This will all have to go. This boss likes his girls to be clean shaven." Carina said again playing with the scissors in mid air. "But..."Started Stacey. She didn't finish the sentence. Carina had already stated to cut the hair. When she finished it was much shorter. Not quite the finished article. That would require the use of a razor but a vast improvement none the same. I bent down and went in close for an inspection. I couldn't help myself. My tongue darted out and tasted Stacey. Her body responded and so I carried on. I then felt another tongue pushing mine out of the way. It was Carina. I withdrew and headed for Stacey's breasts. I soon had one of her juicy nipples in my mouth. It wasn't long before Stacey was coming. Carina and I carried on. Once Stacey had come a third time Carina cam up for air and removed her underwear sat down on a chair and spread her legs. "Come here." She told Stacey. Stacey complied immediately. "Kneel down." Again Stacey complied. Carina placed a hand on the back of Stacey's head and guided her toward her bald pussy. "This is how it should be." Said Carina. Stacey hesitated. Carina held her head close. Slowly, hesitantly Stacey's tongue came out to taste Carina. She was a bit unsure to begin with but soon got the hang of it and I could tell that Carina would come any second. The telephone rang. I went to answer it. It was the boss. I picked it up and listened. Put it down and looked at Carina. "He wants us. Now." Carina stood up from the chair. I passed her, her skirt and shirt she put them on but left her underwear in a heap on the floor. I put my dress on and we left Stacey sitting naked on the floor. Stacey is no longer the office junior. We won that contract because of her. But that's another story for another day. In fact we have a few Stacey stories. If you would like them?