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I can't believe that I was so stupid! It was just a stupid dare and bet. Something that I would never have done if we hadn't been drinking that night. But all of you know that alcohol is never a good thing when you end up doing something that you shouldn't. And because I was drinking, because my friends dared me and even bet me a month's rent on my apartment if I would do it I ended up in the fix that I am in now.

If only my boss wasn't so bitchy. Oh God, please don't tell her that! She'll kill me if she finds out that I called her bitchy.

It all started on a Friday night. Two of my girlfriends were over and we started drinking. We were having a great time, laughing and needling each other and then laughing harder. When we get together we joke around a lot and sometimes, well a lot of the time we end up doing stupid things. For example, just after dark, one of us dared another to go out on my balcony and strip naked, tossing the clothes inside. Enough alcohol had been consumed by that time that it wasn't but a few seconds later that she was on the balcony, taking off each piece of clothing and tossing them through the sliding door. She did a little twirl and then ducked inside, laughing her ass off. She got dressed and would hear nothing but the rest of us had to do it also. So my other friend tripped outside onto the balcony, stripped, tossing her clothes inside and ducked in. Then I had to do it too. Let me tell you, it's a rush to do something like that. When I tossed my panties inside and twirled around on my balcony, bare ass naked, I could feel my nipples get hard!

After I got dressed again there was discussion as to what else we could do that would be naughty, daring and something one would never do without being tipsy. Or maybe never do even if you were tipsy.

Somehow it was decided that each one of would go to where we worked and strip naked there and walk around our office naked. It seemed like a great idea at the time, it really did. It's something that I bet a lot of women think or fantasize about. I know that I have. Imagine yourself at work, sitting at your desk. You are normally very business-like, prim and proper business attire. Very corporate indeed. Then imagine yourself sitting at your desk, bare ass naked. Picture yourself answering the phone or working at your desk with your boobs showing so that anyone that comes to your desk can see them. Picture yourself getting up and walking through the common area to the copier, wearing only your low, fashionable heels. And no one in your office says a word about it. Of course they look at you, but other than that nothing is said. It's just normal, sort of. But now everyone that you work with Monday through Friday knows exactly what you look like. They know that your B cup boobs have very large areola and very large nipples that are almost always erect and sticking out. They know that you trim your pubic hair into a strip above your lips. They know that your pubic hair, what there is of it, is pretty thick and that your lips are shaved. They know that your ass is larger than it looks under clothes and that the crack of your ass is nice and tight. They know that when you bend over at the copier that your pussy shows between your thighs and that your ass cheeks open slightly so your anus shows right above your pussy. You know exactly what you look like because you have looked at yourself in a mirror. Even bent over you've looked at yourself. Admit it! Everyone does. Everyone has even taken a hand mirror and held it between their legs so they can see what their pussy looks like. Don't try to tell me that you haven't because I know you have. I know that you have because I have done all of that. And so have you.

They know all this because you are naked at work. Either a fantasy that you dream of or a nightmare that you wake up from in a cold sweat. Probably both, since I don't know a woman who would want to be naked at work. I mean, I am sure that there are some women who would do it, but I certainly am not one of them.

But now, because of a dare and a bet, I am going be one. The only good thing is that it is after hours, everyone has gone home, the cleaners are not due until much later and you can do it without any problem.

Since I was the closest to work, it was decided that I would be the first to bare all on the job, so to speak. Before that, though, we each had to get dressed in business attire. So I picked out a matching bra and panty set, a white silk blouse and my best suit outfit, a deep blue jacket with matching skirt that was knee length and actually set off my figure nicely. I wanted my friends to get dressed in business attire also, but they convinced me that it might take too long to go their apartments and for them to pick out outfits and dress. We might end up being late enough that the cleaners might come in. So, we agreed that if it got late enough that that might happen one or both of the others would do it Saturday night and the last either Saturday or Sunday night. Everyone was fine with that and everyone promised that they would do the dare too.

So we piled into one of our cars and off we went. It's about a twenty minute drive to my office. I had had enough to drink that I didn't think of any consequences that might happen. Actually, none of us, in hindsight, thought at all. It was all going to be great fun to do something like this. Something that you would never do in real life. Something that would be funny and that you would remember for a long time and laugh about later with your friends. It was going to be great!

So the three of us made the twenty minute drive to my office and parked in the parking garage. The garage is not security so we just pulled in and parked on the level that my office was on. We got out of the car and I led the way, putting a little extra swing in my hips, dressed like it was a weekday morning, carrying my purse and wearing my best clothes. My two friends followed behind me, making comments about how I was moving my ass and giggling. I was giggling too, thinking about what I was going to be doing in a few minutes. I stopped at the security door on my floor and opened my purse to get my entry card out and pushed it into the scanner. Then I pushed the door handle down and opened it. I sashayed through the door, holding it so my friends could get through too. Off we went down the hall to the main office door and I used my card there also, opening the door so we could enter the business sanctum. I led the way to my desk.

I sit outside my boss's office in an alcove that is open to the hall with a half wall across the hall, separating my space from the common area where the lower grade assistants sit. All of the manager's offices have a glass wall that is fight next to their assistant's alcove. They all have blinds on the glass wall so they can be closed for privacy but the company prefers that they are not closed. The only time my boss has closed hers is when she is doing reviews for those of us that she supervises. Otherwise the blinds are open and you can see through the glass wall, mostly. The blinds are small enough that, narrow, I guess, so you can see, but not that clearly.

My desk sits sideways to the glass wall so I can see the hall and into her office if the door is open or through the glass. Right behind the door is a small closet where I can hang my jacket if it is warm and where I keep my office shoes. When I go out for lunch I put on running shoes for comfort like a lot of women do. I also have recessed lighting so we didn't have to turn on all the lights. We just walked down the hall to my space, using the lights that are on in common areas all the time to find out way there.

My friends sat down expectantly in the two of the three chairs in my area for people waiting to see her or if they need to talk to me. I walked behind my desk, unlocked it and put my purse in its drawer. Then I stood up and opened my closet and removed my suit jacket and hung it up. Then I sat down at my desk and pretended to work. After a few moments.....

"God it's hot in here."

I theatrically wiped a hand across my forehead and pushed my chair back. I walked to my closet and opened it again. Ignoring my friends I unbuttoned and removed my silk blouse and hung that up also. I turned and tried to look deep in thought and then I turned back, opened the closet again and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. I shimmied it down my legs and stepped out of it. I took my jacket on its hanger out and carefully folded my skirt and hung it on the hanger and put my jacket over it. Then they went in the closet.

I returned to my desk and sat down in my bra and panties, pretended to take a couple of telephone calls, scribbling on a legal pad. Once again I rubbed a hand over my forehead. My friends were giggling and one of them was taking pictures of me with her phone.

"It's still way too hot in here."

I pushed my chair back and walked to the closet and opened it again. Reaching behind my back I unclasped my bra and slipped it off, folding it carefully and laying it on the shelf. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pushed them down, stepping out of them, folding them neatly and laying them on top of my bra. Then I shut the closet again and turned back to my desk. My friend snapped a picture of me standing naked but for heels behind my desk

I walked to my desk and sat down so only my boobs were showing and scribbled some more on the legal pad. Then I picked up my phone again and pretended I was listening.

"Yes, Ms. Holcomb."

"Yes."

"There are supposed to be some copies you need?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to get them for you. I'll be just a few minutes."

"I stood up, exposing my pubes and pussy along with my boobs.

"Christ, why can't she ever get her own damn copies. Get my copies, Sabine. Bring them here now. Get my coffee, Sabine. Are you done with that report yet? No, well hurry up, girl. I need it before noon. I'm nothing but a slave for her."

My friends were giggling and the one with the phone was snapping pictures of me, full frontal at work, everything but my ass showing.

I walked around my desk and out into the hallway and started down it, swinging my hips again and my friends came behind me, giggling and snapping pictures of my bare ass. They were about twenty feet behind me as I turned into the common area where most of the girls sat, those in lower paid positions than me and where the common office equipment like the copier and fax machine were. I was getting a real rush walking around work naked. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been. I had a tingling low in my belly. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was.


"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

I stopped dead and my stomach wasn't tingling anymore, it was twisted into a knot. My boss was standing by the copier, staring at me.

I let out a squeak and one hand went over my pussy and the other arm across my boobs. I closed my eyes and screamed to myself, "OH FUCK!".

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"I, I, I, it's a joke, a dare."

"Really? I suppose your boyfriend is here and going to give it to you on your desk."

"I, I, I don't have a boyfriend."

"So then your girlfriend is going finger you on your desk, huh?"

"No, it's just a dare Ms. Holcomb."

I was trying to huddle into a small a space as possible, covering as much of me as I could.

"So, how is the dare going to be proven?"

"Two of my friends are here watching. It isn't anything really, just a stupid dare."

"Call them."

I did and there was dead silence. I called again. Nothing.

"Friends, right, Jorgenson. Since you are by yourself I suppose you stripped so you could masturbate at your desk. God, what a nasty slut you must be."

My so called friends had bailed on me when they heard her yell at me. God damn them!

"I was not going to masturbate at my desk."

"Stand up straight and put your hands down, you stupid little bitch."

I wanted to yell at her, but I slowly straightened up and even more slowly lowered my hands and arms to my sides. This is a nightmare! This cannot be happening to me! I'm going to wake up and find out this is a really bad dream! I closed my eyes and opened them again. She was still standing about fifteen feet in front of me, hands on her hips. I glanced down. I was still naked. SHIT! It wasn't a bad dream. It certainly wasn't a good dream! My nipples were still hard. The knot in my stomach was still there. SHE was still there! I was so screwed!

"What am going to do with you, Jorgenson? I should report this to upper management."

"No, no, please don't do that, Ms. Holcomb, please."

"If this comes to light and for any reason they find out I knew about it, I'll be in as much trouble as you."

"Please Ma'am, I'll do anything if you forget about this, anything!"

"Anything?"

She smirked at me. I gulped. She had an evil look on her face. I had started to sweat, but now I got cold all over. My stomach knotted even more.

"I asked you a question, Jorgenson."

I closed my eyes again. I opened them. She was still standing in front of me. I was still naked. I was so screwed!

"What do you mean by anything?"

"Oh, now we are going to negotiate? I meant what I said, exactly what I said. Exactly what you said. Anything."

I was shivering.

"Can we talk about this Ma'am?"

"No. You said anything, correct?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"But nothing. I'll be very clear to you. You will do anything that I tell you to do, anything. Give me your word on it or I will be forced to report to upper management that I found you cavorting naked in the office. And if you go back on your word, once it is given, you will be reported anyway. Now you can either give me your word or I'll be doing a memo reporting this. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"You have my word, Ma'am."

"Actually repeat after me. I will do anything you say, Ms. Holcomb."

I took a breath, a deep breath.

"I will do anything you say, Ms. Holcomb."

She smirked at me. I felt lightheaded and scared to death. What had I just done to myself? What was she going to do to me?

"Good, now come with me."

Ms. Holcomb strode past me and into the hall. I followed her, feeling like a condemned prisoner, being led to the gallows. She walked down the hall to my alcove, into it and then into her private office. I followed her. She leaned against her desk.

"I am not normally a vindictive person, Jorgenson. But I can see that this may be a lot of fun for me. Before your mind runs wild, I am not a lesbian. But I can see that you and I are going to have some interesting times ahead of us. Fun for me for sure, fun for you, depends on you, Jorgenson. When was the last time you were really bad?"

"I suppose when I was a young teen."

"And what happened to you when you were bad?"

"Uh, my mother spanked me."

"Did she now? Would your mother consider what you are doing tonight bad?"

"Um, yes, I guess so."

"Yes, or no, not I guess so."

:"Uh, yes."

"So your mother would spank you for this?"

"Ah, yes, I suppose so."

"What?"

"Yes."

I am so screwed! She wouldn't spank me, would she?

She walked over to her conference table and pulled a chair out and turned it so the seat was facing out. She rested a hand on the back of the chair and crooked her finger at me. SHIT! I hesitantly walked over.

"Stand in front of the chair, bend over and put your hands on the seat."

I sighed and did as I was told.

"Move your feet apart a little."

I shuffled my feet further apart.

"Very nice, Jorgenson. Do you realize that your twat shows between your legs when you bend over?"

I felt my face turning red. It was suddenly very warm and I was starting to sweat again. I certainly wasn't going to admit to anything.

"No."

"Well, it does. A nice little seam that points right at your asshole. Did you also know that when you bend over your cheeks open up a little and your asshole shows too?"

I let out a soft sob.

"N-n-n-no."

"Well it does. Your little pussy, no it isn't a pussy, it's a cunt. Your cunt shows and so does your asshole."

I sobbed a little louder.

"Oh for God's sake, don't be such a baby! Now brace yourself, you bad little girl."

I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

"CRACK!"

I squealed as her hand slapped my ass. My head jerked up and my breath hissed out. Oh Jesus, that hurt!

"Stay down!"

I felt one of her hands grasp my neck and push down on it and the other peppered my ass, both of my cheeks with slaps, one after another. My hips squirmed back and forth but it didn't matter, the target was large enough that she couldn't miss. I felt my ass start to heat up and I was gulping air in as fast as I could. My boobs were swaying under me as I squirmed. And my nipples got harder! You can't be enjoying this, Sabine, you can't!

I kept squirming, she kept holding my head down, keeping me bent over, her hand slapping my bare ass over and over again. I wasn't keeping track, but if I had been I would have lost count. She was doing it too fast. My ass was no longer getting hot, it was starting to sizzle.

"Oh God, please stop, please, stop, please, Ma'am, please don't, please stop."

I was babbling as she swatted my bare ass. I was begging her. I started to cry and then I started bawling, God it hurt!

Ms. Holcomb finally stopped spanking me but still held my neck and still pushed down on it. She ran her hand over my hot ass and I whimpered, but to my horror it felt good. Her soft hand slowly stroked my hot ass and I slowly stopped whimpering and began breathe harder.

"Jesus, Jorgenson, I guess now I should call you Sabine. Are you starting to pant?"

"NO!"

She stroked it a little more and my traitorous ass pushed up and back, pressing to her hand. I softly moaned. She snickered. She rested her hand right on my crack and eased it down until her middle finger touched my lips. I jerked and she snickered again and slid her finger down my seam to my clit and then back until it was resting just at my opening.

"Now, Sabine, I am going to ask you some questions. I want you to really think about them and be sure that you are telling me the truth. If you lie to me you won't like what happens. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"So, a man has fucked you?"

"Yes."

"Have you had sex with a woman?"

"No."

"Is your ass virgin?"

"Yes."

"When were you last fucked?"

"At least six months ago. I am not sure of the date."

"Did he come inside you?"

"Yes."

"Did he use a condom?"

"No."

"Are you on birth control?"

"No."

"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Then why no condom?"

"I was drunk."

"Do you suck cock?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think you are wet?"

I was silent for a moment.

"Not answering is the same thing as lying to me."

"Yes."

"Should we find out if you are wet?"

"No."

"Wrong answer, Sabine."

Her finger's pressure on my lips increased and very slowly it slid inside me. I sobbed softly.

"Please, don't."

"It won't hurt you, Sabine."

"I don't like it Ms. Holcomb, please don't do it to me."

She slowly twisted her finger inside me, making me whimper softly.

"Well, I guess we know that you are wet, don't we? What made you wet, being naked or being spanked?"

"I don't know, Ms. Holcomb."

"What do you think?"

"Both, I don't know, I don't know."

Her finger slid out of me.

"Stand up."

I pushed myself up and stood in front of her, facing away, tears glistening on my cheeks.

"Turn around and face me."

I did as I was told.

"Open your mouth."

I did it.

She put her finger in my mouth.

"Suck it."

I did as I was told.

She smirked at me. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at her and kept sucking her finger. The taste of me was gone quickly. I felt her other hand cup one of boobs and she pinched the nipple, hard. I gasped around her finger. She chuckled. Her hand slid to my other boob and pinched that nipple, hard. I gasped again, she chuckled again. Her hand left me.

"We now know that your nipples are hard too, don't we."

"Yes."

"Listen to me, Sabine, closely. You no longer have breasts, you have tits. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

She cupped one of my breasts again.

"What is this?"

"My tit."

Her hand moved to my ass. She squeezed my sore cheek.

"You no longer have a butt or bottom, you have an ass. Do you understand?

"Yes."

She squeezed my cheek again.

"What am I squeezing Sabine?"

"My ass."

Her hand moved and cupped my pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You no longer have a pussy, Sabine, you have a cunt. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"What am I touching now, Sabine?"

"My cunt."

"Turn around Sabine. Your ass is nice and red, did you know that?"

"No."

"Well it is and it looks very nice. You have a nice ass even if it is a little fat."

"How old are you?"

"32."

"A little old to be running around your place of work naked, aren't you?"

"I suppose so."

"Well, enough of this idle chatter. Is your car here?"

"No."

"Do you have a coat with you?"

"No. Just my suit jacket."

"Well, go get your purse and your jacket."

I turned and walked out to my desk and got my purse and then my jacket. She followed me, turned off her office lights and closed the door.

"Put the jacket on but don't button it."

I did as I was told.

"Follow me."

She started walking down the hall, went out of the office and down the outer hall to the door to the parking ramp. I followed her, my jacket sliding over my breasts as I walked. It barely covered my ass.

As soon as we were in the parking ramp she turned to me.

"Give me the jacket."

I stopped in shock.

"Do as I tell you, Sabine, or are you going to argue with me?"

My shoulders slumped in defeat. I slipped my jacket off so I was naked again and hesitantly handed it to her. She took it and walked off. I stared at her momentarily and then hurried behind her, feeling very exposed. She walked to her car and I cursed myself silently for not noticing it before this entire nightmare started. She unlocked the doors.

"Get in."

I did and watched her get behind the wheel. She started the car and backed up and drove out of the ramp. I slouched down, trying to hide.

"Sabine, sit up like a lady."

I looked at her and sat up straighter, nervously glancing out the passenger window. No vehicle was there but I was still nervous that someone was going to pull alongside us and see me, sitting naked in her car.

"Tell me how to get to your place."

I gave her directions to my apartment building. I sat, rigid, my stomach crawling, as she drove to my apartment. When we got there, she parked in the lot, way at the back of the apartment lot. Then she turned to me.

"Do you have a coat, like a trench coat or raincoat?"

"Yes."

"Wear it to work on Monday. Nothing else, oh, and thigh highs. Understand me?"

"Yes."

:"Now, go home and we will see you at work on Monday, Sabine. Have a good weekend."

"May I have my jacket, please?"

"No. Just pray that you don't meet anyone, Sabine."

I silently said FUCK to myself. I took a deep breath and opened the car door. I stepped out of her car and looked around. No one in sight. I shut the door gently and crept towards the apartment building doors, praying to God that I would not meet anyone. She sat and watched me creep through the parking lot. When I reached the door to my building I heard her car move and drive away. I opened the door and scurried inside. The lights were so damn bright! I listened and heard nothing, scrabbled in my purse for my door key and hurried up the stairs to the third floor. I peeked through the door at the third floor and saw no one either way in the hall. I almost ran to my door and shoved the key into the lock and unlocked the door and pushed it open and leaped through the doorway, shutting it behind me and leaning against the wall of my apartment, trembling. I finally stopped shaking and all I could think was, Sabine, you are fucked, really fucked.

Well, I was at home now, all by myself on a Friday night, which was not how it all started. Unfortunately my own stupidity along with two of my girlfriends had put me in a position that I was not too happy with, but I appeared that I had lost control of part of my life this night.

I was scared, nervous, pissed off and slightly horny. Afraid of my boss most importantly right now, since she had caught me naked in our office and had taken advantage of it to give me a spanking and then take me home naked. She sent me off to my apartment wearing only some low heels and it was only by sheer dumb luck that I made to my apartment without being seen by anyone.

I was also pissed off at my two girlfriends who had come with me while I was doing my stupid naked dare, but when they heard my boss yell at me, they bailed out and left me alone to take the consequences. One of them also had naked pictures of me at work and I wanted to get them deleted from her phone as soon as possible.

I had been home for only half an hour and after the first blush of relief to be in my apartment and getting something on, I had called her three times already and she wasn't answering. Which of course made me angrier.

And, last but not least, I was nervous, thinking of what was going to happen to me. My boss, Ms. Holcomb, had me dead to rights. She could get me reprimanded or fired if she told anyone what I had done.

I was screwed, no two ways about it.

As soon as I was inside my apartment and stopped shaking I got dressed. I put on panties, a bra, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt and sweatpants. If I could have figured out how to wear more than I was, I would have. I thought about, again, how stupid I had been but my mind wandered. I could see myself, in the parking ramp, handing Ms. Holcomb my jacket and standing right out in the open, naked. I shivered. I could see myself, walking behind her to my car and how I slumped down to hide myself. And then hearing her tell me to sit up like a lady. HA! I was certainly not a lady at that moment, but I sat up. Then I remembered the drive home, glancing out the window, praying that no one would pull up next to us. And last but not least her telling to go home and my shock at realizing that she wasn't going to give me my jacket. And the creeping walk that I did to my building and how I ran up two flights of stairs, again praying that I would not meet anyone. And lastly, my dash to my apartment, naked in my hall, scared that a neighbor who knew me would step out and see me.

My relief at getting inside almost made me fall to my knees.

And now I was finally dressed, covered up and safe in my apartment, but my so called friends were not answering their phone. As I thought of every thing that had happened to me, I felt my traitorous nipples crinkle up and harden. My God, I could not be thinking that I had enjoyed this! But God, I felt warm and almost tingling! I very tentatively moved one hand down and lightly touched my crotch through my clothes. I felt warm, very warm. I jerked my hand away from myself and picked up my phone again. I dialed once more and she answered.

"Thanks, you bitch! Where the hell did you go?"

"We got scared and ran. What happened?"

"None of your business! I want those pictures deleted right now!"

"Of course, as soon as we hang up they'll be gone. What happened? Are you in trouble?"

:"I guess you could say that. I'd like to say it's all the two of your fault, but I was stupid enough to do it. But I will not ever forgive you for leaving me there alone."

"We're sorry, Sabine. Do you want us to come over?"

"NO! I just want to be alone."

"OK. We understand. If we can do anything please let us know."

"Yeah, sure, of course. Delete those pictures, now!"

"We will. Good bye."

"Good bye."

I hung up my phone and leaned back on my couch. You are fucked, Sabine, fucked. And I went to bed. I was haunted by nightmares all night long. I dreamed that I was naked at my desk. I dreamed that I was standing at the copier and fax machine, wearing only low heels and that everyone in the office had walked by to look at me. I dreamed that when work was done I walked out of the office to my car, naked. I dreamed that it didn't bother me a bit. And I woke up three or four times, sweating and it took me forever to go back to sleep and then another humiliating and embarrassing dream would take over my sleeping brain. Needless to say, I did not sleep well at all.

I got up the next morning, tired and upset. What was I going to do? Better yet, what was Ms. Holcomb going to do? Was she going to report me and get me fired? I needed my job. I needed my job badly. I couldn't afford to lose it.

All day I worried and fretted, driving myself crazy. I finally convinced myself that I would throw myself on her mercy. She certainly had to feel something for me, since we had been working together for three years and seemed to have a good working relationship. I figured that I should be able to get out of the entire situation by being contrite and using the relationship that we had developed over the years we had worked together.

I spent most of the afternoon and evening plotting how I was going to manipulate Ms. Holcomb and keep myself out of trouble. She had already told me that she wasn't a lesbian so there was no sexual basis for anything. And since I was in my 30's and not a hot body I shouldn't be all that desirable in any case.

I didn't eat very much on Saturday, big surprise! I was still nervous and I didn't sleep that well Saturday night either. I didn't have as many nightmares, but I had a very vivid dream of me, at work, wearing my good heels, earrings and a necklace and nothing else. What was so very disturbing about the dreams that I had been having was that nobody in them said a word about me being naked or even made any comments. It was as though all the people at work would not be shocked or care one iota that I was naked. The absolute worst part about them was that my nipples hardened in them and that I felt a very warm feeling way down in my abdomen, as if I was aroused by being naked around all of them. That bothered me a lot.

I got up Sunday morning and rehearsed some more and finally, a little after noon, I dialed Ms. Holcomb's home telephone. It rang several times and I was just about to hang up when she answered.

"Hello."

"Hello, Ms. Holcomb. This is Sabine. I need to talk to you."

"What about?"

"Ah, Friday, Friday night, Ms. Holcomb."

"I think you may call me Diane, Sabine. Now what about Friday night?"

"Ah, well, you know. About me being, ah, naked in the office."

"Oh, that. Well, yes, I think we should discuss that incident."

"Well, ah, I just think that we have had such a good relationship over the past few years that we could just, ah, sort of forget about it. I mean, it was a dare and kind of a joke and no one was hurt by it, so, I'd like to put it behind us. I'm sure that you would agree that it isn't anything that needs to remembered or brought up to anyone. You'd agree to that, wouldn't you?"

"Well, actually, I have a problem. Well, not me, actually, you do or maybe I should say you did. I fixed the problem for you, Sabine, but it cost me something."

"How could it have cost you something, Diane? It was me naked, not you."

"I guess that you have forgotten entirely about the security cameras in the common areas of the office."

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, NO!

"When I went to the security office yesterday to get the tapes of Friday night, Sabine, the supervisor wanted to know why. I didn't say anything to him. He, of course, felt that it was very irregular for any employee, even a manager, to request them. He told me he had to think about it. So I left and came back in a couple of hours and by then he had watched the tapes. He chuckled pretty hard when he was telling me that you didn't look too bad naked. I just asked him to release them to me and eliminate any possible embarrassment to you and any other repercussions that might arise from your little naked stunt. At which time he asked me what was in for him. Eventually it led to me sucking his dick in my car in the parking ramp. Which, as you might guess, has not set well with me. As a matter of fact, Sabine, I am pretty pissed off at you right now. But I do have the security tapes, so unless I decide to let them see the light of day, you are safe from anyone but me. He has a pretty good idea of what you look like, however. But now I am thinking that I need a little payback from you, Sabine. I've been thinking about it quite a bit since I left the parking ramp yesterday."

"I'm so sorry, Diane. I'll do my best to make it up to you."

"Yes, you will. Yes, you will, Sabine, you certainly are going to make it up to me. I've given this a good bit of thought. I assume that you are home at this time, correct?"

"Yes, Diane."

"I'll be there shortly, Sabine. I'll let you take a look at the tapes from Friday night and then I'll tell you what you are going to do today to start making this up to me. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Diane."

"Good. I'll be there shortly."

I sat down on my couch, thinking about what Diane had said to me. I had given no thought at all to security cameras on Friday. I was such an idiot! And then, what she had said she did to get the security tapes. Somehow I just couldn't picture her sucking some guy. But I couldn't really call her a liar about that. First, I couldn't prove it. It was her word against mine. I suppose I could ask her to let me talk to the security supervisor but then if he had viewed the tapes he would know exactly who I was. I shuddered. This was really turning into a nightmare. I don't know how long it was before my doorbell rang. I got up and peeked through the peephole. It was Diane. I opened the door. She walked in and walked to my small living room. She handed me a cd.

"Put this in your player and play it, Sabine."

I kind of cringed but I did it. Diane sat down on my couch. I sat in the chair next to it. I didn't want to watch this but I did. At first there was nothing, and then the office hallway appeared. It stayed like that for a while, and then I appeared. Damn it! I was naked except for my heels. Sabine, you are screwed I thought to myself.

Diane and I watched myself walk down the hallway and my two friends followed me. I turned into the common area and another camera took over and got me full frontal. Jesus! Then I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. The look on my face would have been funny if it was someone else. I stood there for a while and then Diane appeared and walked into the hallway. I followed her and the first camera picked us up, Diane in front and me following her. Then we both disappeared. It was now just the hallway for a while. Then it was her and I walking out of the office. It looked as though I was dressed, but I knew it was only the jacket that I had on. It was just as she said. I was on security tapes and I was in deep trouble. Finally the screen went blank. I was kind of in shock. Diane leaned towards me.

"I think you understand your position now, don't you? It's clear that the naked woman is you, Sabine. I believe that I have the only copy of you and I have paid for it with a pretty demeaning act. Because of that, Sabine, I think you should be aware that your ass is mine. Unless, of course, you wish upper management to review this and determine what type of reprimand and punishment is warranted for you."

"I, ah, no, I ah, don't want that to, ah, happen, Diane."

"Fine, then right now I want you to order a pizza or some type of food to be delivered to your apartment."

I got up and ordered a pizza, not caring what it was. It was going to be delivered in 25 minutes according to the pizza shop.

I sat down again. I looked at Diane.

"I'm sorry Diane. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean for you to have to get involved with all this."

"Oh, just shut up, Sabine. Right now I am thinking about that damn man and what it cost me to get the recording we just watched. Just shut up."

I could tell that she was pretty angry with me. I looked out my sliding glass door and was silent. I couldn't even look at her. It was really uncomfortable. She wasn't talking to me either. It seemed like forever before my doorbell rang again. I got up and looked through the peephole. It was a pizza delivery man, guy, boy, whatever. I opened the door and let him in. Diane was right behind me. She leaned against my kitchen counter which was right next to my door.

"Pay him and ask him what a good tip would be."

I got my purse and gave him a twenty and stood while he counted out change for me.

"What would be a good tip?"

"Oh, fifteen percent would be about 4 dollars."

"She can do better than that. Give him the 4 dollars and take off your clothes, Sabine."

My head jerked around to stare at her. The guy looked at her and then at me. He looked slightly shocked, then he smirked.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am, Sabine. Deadly serious. Give him the 4 dollars and then take off your clothes."

I shivered and I felt my face heat up. I went in my purse and got enough money to make up 4 dollars with the change he had given me. I looked at Diane. She was still leaning against my counter and the delivery guy was a little closer to me, leaning on the other side. I was at the end of my kitchen. I felt sick to my stomach. I slipped my shoes off and bent over to take off my socks. My face felt like there was furnace in my head. My top came off next and then my pants. I was standing in front of the two of them in my bra and panties. He couldn't have been more than twenty. I was over thirty. I closed my eyes and shivered once more.

"Hurry up, Sabine. I am sure he doesn't have all night."

I looked down at the floor and reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I slid it off my shoulders and down my arms, hiding my breasts behind one arm.

"Put your damn hands down and get rid of your panties, Sabine."

I kept my eyes lowered and moved my hands to my panties and slid them down my legs and stepped out of them. I clutched them in both hands in front of my pussy. Diane reached over and pulled them away from me.

"Put your hands at your sides and look at him, Sabine. Then I want you to turn in a circle so he can see your fat ass too."

I shivered once more and lowered my arms and lifted my head. He made eye contact with me briefly and then his eyes went to my breasts and nipples and then down to my pussy. I wanted to crawl into a hole. I turned around so he could see my ass and then ended up facing him again. He was smirking at me once more. I glanced at Diane and so was she. My face was burning. I was so embarrassed and humiliated that he had heard Diane tell me to strip and that I did it.

"Now walk him to the door and hold it open for him and no hiding behind it."

It took me a moment to move and he watched me walk past him.

"Nice ass."

I wanted to die. I opened the door and standing in full view of the hallway I waited for him to walk by me and out of the door.

"Tell him thank you."

"Thank you."

I watched as his eyes met mine and then slid down my naked body to my breasts and then down to my pussy. He chuckled

"No, Miss, thank you."

He turned away, started to laugh and walked down the hall. I just stood there, in shock, and held the door open.

"I don't care if you show everyone in your building, Sabine, but perhaps you should shut the door."

I finally realized what I was doing and slammed my door shut. I leaned my head against it and shuddered.

"Do you have an idea of what your stupid stunt is going to cost you?"

I was silent.

"Answer me!"

"Yes."

"Your naked little body is not going to be as private as it used to be. And if I might suggest, you may want to start exercising to firm it up, Sabine. Now, I am going to my home. Remember, tomorrow, your trench coat, heels and stockings and nothing else to work, Sabine. And be on time. Good bye."

Diane walked past me, opened the door with me still naked in front of it and walked out. It closed by itself. I stood like an idiot and then ran to my clothes and scrambled into them. I didn't eat any of the pizza. I was sick to my stomach. I stumbled to my couch and thought to myself that Diane had left the cd in my player. I HAD IT! I jumped up and hit eject and the drawer opened. SHIT! It was empty!

I sat back on my couch and held my head in my hands. I was so screwed! I leaned back and stared into space. My life was over. My life was going to be a nightmare. What was Diane going to do to me? I didn't remember much of Sunday night. Eventually I fell asleep on my couch. I woke up at 5 o'clock and couldn't go back to sleep. Damn, I had to get stockings! Thank God the convenience store 5 blocks away had them. I grabbed my purse and ran to my car, drove to the convenience store and bought a pair. I was sure that the clerk knew exactly what I was going to be doing later this morning. When I got back home, I showered and dried my hair. I put on my makeup and then looked at myself in the mirror. I was naked. I went into my bedroom and put on the stockings and my best heels. I went into the bathroom again and looked at myself. You look like a tart!

I went and got my trench coat out of my closet and put it on, buttoning it up and sat at my kitchen table. I just waited for the time to come when I had to leave for work. I couldn't stand it any longer. Fifteen minutes early I got up and left and drove to work. I felt extremely undressed. I was nervous as hell. I was scared to death. I wanted to die. I pulled into the parking ramp and parked. I sat in my car trembling and then I got out of it and walked to the security door. I took a deep breath and used my card to open it. I marched into the hall and down it to my office door. My card let me in. I walked down the hall to my desk and sat down, still wearing my trench coat. I didn't know what else to do. All I knew was that I had been told to do what I had done and now I had to wait for Diane. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. All I could do was wait for her. I was so screwed!

Well, I sat at my desk in my trench coat until 15 minutes after the day was supposed to start. That's when Diane came in, late. Everyone who worked in the office that had to walk by my desk gave me strange looks, wondering why Sabine was at her desk with her coat on instead of working, like usual. I knew that they were wondering what was up with me. It made my stomach knot up even more. Several people said Good Morning or hello to me and it was hard to respond to them.

As Diane walked past my desk to her office she looked at me.

"Come here, now, Sabine."

I got up. I was so glad she was here. Now I could get past whatever she was going to do to me and get on with the day. I walked into her office behind her.

"Take off the coat."

No Good Morning, no hello, just take off the coat. This was not looking good for me at all. I unbuttoned it and slipped it off. Diane held out her hands. I gave it to her. She dropped it on the side of her desk.

"I'm glad to see that you wore what I told you to wear."

I was standing, in plain view of the hallway in just heels and stockings and I was scared to death that someone was going to walk by and see me.

"Let's get you dressed."

As she said that she walked past me to my alcove with my closet. I was frozen where I was. I couldn't walk out there like this!

"Get your fat ass out here, Sabine."

"Diane, I can't..."

"If you want something to wear, Sabine, get out here. Otherwise you can stay naked all day or if you want you can leave, but the coat stays here."

I closed my eyes, opened them and walked out, hunched over, trying to cover myself.

"Stand up straight!" I stood up straighter, but covered my pussy and boobs.

"Put you hands down, Sabine."

"But..."

"I've already seen it, Sabine. Put your hands down."

My arms went to my sides. Diane opened my closet. She handed me my skirt to my outfit. I looked at her.

"My underwear?"

"You don't need any underwear, Sabine. The more you question me, the longer you are going to be bare assed out here."

I grabbed my skirt and almost leaped into it. I had it buttoned and zipped in an instant. Diane handed me the jacket to the outfit.

"Diane, I at least need my blouse."

"No, you don't."

"Diane.."

"Do you want the jacket or not?"

I took the jacket and slipped it on, buttoning all the buttons. Then I looked down at myself. The jacket gaped open, plainly showing that I did not have a blouse on.

"Diane, I can't be like this. Everyone will know that I am not wearing a blouse."

"So?"

"It's not appropriate for the office."

"So?"

"Diane, please..."

"Sabine, go to your desk and get to work. Now!"

My shoulders slumped and I walked slowly to my desk. Diane walked into her office. It wasn't long before one of the guys sauntered over to my desk. He started to talk to me but never made eye contact. His eyes were focused on the bare skin between the lapels of my jacket. I knew that I was blushing. My face felt very warm. And to cap it all off my nipples had tightened and gotten erect. My God, Sabine, this cannot be turning you on! I glanced at him and he was smirking at me as he stared at my barely covered chest. I was so damn embarrassed! Eventually he left, without saying one word to me. All he did was stare at me.

But before too long another one of the guys was just outside my little place. He leaned against the wall and looked at me, looked at my jacket and the bare skin showing. Everyone knew something was going on. No one knew what for sure, but they sure knew something unusual was happening. Before the morning was over every lower grade male employee had made a pilgrimage to my desk and spent a good amount of time staring at me. Some of them said nothing, some made attempts to talk to me, but they weren't serious about it. All they wanted to do was stare. It embarrassed me, humiliated me. And there wasn't much I could do about it.

Just before lunch Kate, the one girl in the office who didn't like me came by.

"Jesus Sabine, why don't you just show them all your tits?"

"Kate, why don't you mind your own business? Don't you have work to do?"

"At least I am not acting like some exhibitionist and drawing attention to myself. I suppose you are just loving the attention."

"Actually Kate, it really isn't any of your business, but no, I am not enjoying this at all."

"Then what is going on here?"

"As I said, Kate, it isn't any of your business."

"So Miss High and Mighty doesn't have to talk to the peons. I guess after kissing Holcomb's ass to get the job as her assistant you're too good for the rest of us. I'll bet you're still kissing her ass you little bitch. If it wasn't for you, I'd have the job as her assistant and you'd still be in the pool with the rest of the girls. If Holcomb was a guy I'd bet you would be blowing him every day. We'll see how Mr. Wilson likes this."

She turned to walk away.

"Kate, what do you mean?"

"Wilson is going to hear about this. And then we'll see who is sitting here, bitch."

Kate walked away down the hall toward the executive suites. I laid my head on my desk. If she says anything to Wilson, my ass is grass. I got up and walked to Diane's door and rapped on the molding.

"Diane.." "What do you want?"

"Kate is going to talk to Wilson. We have to do something."

"Like what?"

"Like what? I need my blouse."

"No, you don't."

"But, Diane, if he comes down here and sees me like this I am going to be in trouble."

"If he comes down here, we'll deal with it."

"It isn't going to be that easy."

"Sabine, he is a man. It can be dealt with. Now go back to work. By the way, do you and Kate get along?"

"Obviously not."

Diane smiled at that. I didn't like the smile.

"That could be very interesting."

"I didn't like that either. I turned and went back to my desk. It wasn't more than ten minutes and Mr. Wilson walked into my alcove. He didn't say anything, just looked at me. I looked at him at first but then my eyes went down to my desk and the file on it. I didn't say anything either. He walked up to Diane's door.

"Diane, we need to talk."

"Sure Bill. Come on in."

He entered her office and I sat there. I was scared. I was sure I was in trouble. Maybe Diane was too. I didn't really care about her, but I certainly cared about me. I could hear them talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying. It seemed forever but before long Diane was at the door.

"Come in here, Sabine."

She turned and walked back into her office. I got up and followed her. Mr. Wilson was sitting in one of her side chairs. I stood alongside his chair, about three feet away from him. Diane sat down behind her desk.

"Sabine, Bill and I have talked things out. As long as you stay in your alcove except for lunch and coming and going there isn't a problem with your dress. But there is a quid pro quo. Take off your jacket."

"Diane, I can't..."

"Yes you can, Sabine. Just keep in mind what started this."

As if I could forget! I looked at her, my eyes begging for her to relent. I didn't see any sympathy there at all.

"May I close the door?"

"Go ahead, but then do as you are told."

I walked to the door and shut it. Diane motioned for me to come back. I walked back to stand next to Mr. Wilson. Diane motioned for me to get on with it. I closed my eyes and then unbuttoned my jacket. I looked at Diane, then Mr. Wilson. I slipped it off my shoulders and off. Mr. Wilson's eyes bugged out. I turned beet red.

"She has fairly nice tits, even if they are tiny."

Wilson licked his lips. I felt his eyes burning a hole in my boobs. I was embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed. But my fucking nipples were stiff! I felt really warm way down low, really warm. I stared above his head, I couldn't look at him.

"Now, Bill, this is just a little treat for you. Maybe someday you can have a bigger treat, but just be happy with what you have gotten today. And nothing goes any further than this room, correct?"

"Sure Diane. Nothing goes any further. She does have nice tits and it looks as if she is enjoying this. Her nipples are erect."

If anything I got even redder. I wanted to die. I wanted to quit but my finances were so bad I couldn't. I vowed to find another job as soon as possible. The only problem with that was that they would surely contact my current employer. Diane would end up talking with them and I was pretty sure that she would tell them about me running around naked in the office. I was fucked. I cringed as Wilson got up and faced me, smirking.

"Yes, her nipples are stiff."

He chuckled

"Well Diane, thanks for this. It's been a pleasure."

He turned and chuckling once more walked to the door, opened it and left. He thanked her for my boobs? This was too surreal. Diane stepped up to me. She took her right hand and tweaked my left nipple. She laughed.

"They are erect! This is too sweet. Does showing your tits get you hot, Sabine?"

"NO!"

"I think it does. Besides Sabine, you'd lie to me anyway. But I am pretty sure you don't mind letting someone see your tits. We'll see what we can do about other things soon."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that but I didn't like the sound of it.

"May I put on my jacket?"

"Go ahead."

I slipped it on quickly and buttoned it, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Is he going to keep silent?"

"Most likely. At least for now anyway. As long as you are a good girl, Sabine. Just remember the cd and that I have it. There are a few people here who are not as open minded as Bill. I want you to keep that in mind, Sabine."

Like I was going to forget that recording of me. Like I was going to forget that if some people in upper management heard about it and saw it I was going to get fired. And that I couldn't afford to get fired. Diane didn't know that, I thought, but she could make it almost impossible for me to get a job as good as the one I had here. My ass was hers. She sat back down behind her desk and waved me off. I went back to mine and tried to work. I wasn't very successful. I ended up watching a parade of guys in the afternoon coming by to stare at me. It wasn't a very good day at all.

Finally five o'clock came. Diane came to her door and motioned me into her office. I walked in and shut the door. She grinned at me as I did it.

"That's fine Sabine. For now you can be shy."

Diane walked to her closet and took out my trench coat. With it folded over her arm she looked at me.

"Take off your clothes, Sabine."

I closed my eyes, opened them, and Diane was still there. I undressed. There wasn't much to take off. She handed me my trench coat and took my jacket and skirt. I slipped the coat on and buttoned it. She smirked at me. "Come with me. I need to run an errand before I go home."

We walked out of the office and into the parking ramp. We got to her car and got in and Diane started it and drove off. She drove us to a gas station and pulled in.

"I need some gas and I want you to pump it for me."

She handed me her credit card and I got out and opened her fill spout and worked her credit card in the pump. It approved and I pulled the nozzle out and stuck it in the fill pipe and squeezed the handle. Diane opened her door and leaned out.

"Lock the handle and then take off the coat."

"I can't..."

"Look, I am tired of hearing that you can't this and you can't that. Maybe I just should go to Prescott and let him see your cd."

"No, please..."

"Then get the coat off."

I looked around. There were three other cars at the pumps. I slowly unbuttoned my coat and slipped it off. Diane took it and dropped it in her backseat. A car pulled up right behind us. I turned my back to it. Showing my ass was the lesser evil. The guy in it climbed out and glanced at me and then stopped dead. I heard him start laughing.

"Nice ass, lady."

I stood cringing as I felt his eyes on me. I listened to the pump ding next to me and cursed it for being so slow. And my nipples got hard again. The pump I was using finally clicked off and I hurriedly pulled the hose out and hung it up. I closed her tank cap and slammed the door shut.

"Turn and walk around the back of my car. Don't look down and keep your hands at your sides."

I did as I was told, blushing as much as I ever had. The guy behind us was staring at me grinning.

"Nice tits too and I like your pussy."

I whimpered and hurried to the passenger door. I could still hear him laughing as I jumped into her car. Diane started it and drove back to the parking ramp at our office. She pulled up next to my car and handed my coat to me.

"Put it on so you don't end up on tape again and go home. I'll see you tomorrow."

I got out after slipping my coat on and she drove off. I got into my car and rested my head on the steering wheel. I was fucked, I was so fucked.

I spent the next four days in a state of fear, thinking of all the things that Diane could do to me. Mr. Wilson didn't come around again, thank God, but I was still being told to come to work in just heels and stockings. Diane had me bring an outfit for each day and every morning when I arrived I was told to hang it up in my closet. Then I had to go into Diane's office and take off my coat and give it to her. Only then could I go back to my closet and take my outfit out and dress.

I was certain that someone was going to walk by and see me but to my knowledge it didn't happen. I felt half naked each day, mostly because I wasn't allowed to wear underwear or a blouse. Every outfit I was allowed to wear was a jacket and skirt combination so everyone who saw me knew I wasn't wearing a blouse. Thank God that they had no idea that the jacket and skirt was all I had on.

Late Friday afternoon Diane called me into her office.

"Sabine, I had to meet with Kate this week. I spoke with her about you. Now before you get upset, she has no idea about the cd that I have. But she is suspicious. I had to tell her something so she would keep silent, but I have made arrangements for you to go to her apartment for a party. Kate thinks that you are trying to loosen up a bit and she is going to help you with that. There will be some of her friends there, and of course she will be also. She is going to propose something for the party and you will go along with it. Do you have any questions?"

"Ah, well yes."

"Go ahead."

"What is she going to propose?"

"I think it will be better if you aren't aware of anything. But, you will be on your best behavior, won't you?"

"Diane, this is not making me feel very good. Kate doesn't like me. She'll try to do something nasty to me. Besides, I am quite a bit older than her and her friends. We wouldn't do things together."

"Don't worry about that, Sabine. Just be cooperative. You'll most likely enjoy it in some way."

I sat in one of Diane's side chairs and thought. What's the worst that could happen to me? I didn't really want to think about it. But I did and a lot of things ran through my mind. None of which I liked to even think about. Did I have a choice? Yes, I did. I could say no, but Diane would most likely turn me in. That would most likely end with me being terminated. Not an option for me at all. I sighed.

"Fine, I'll go to her party and feel stupid."

"Oh, I don't think that you'll feel stupid, Sabine. You'll feel something, but I can promise you that stupid won't be it."

I got up and went to my desk. In a few minutes Kate walked up and before long I was invited to her party.

"Sabine, I want you to come to my apartment for a little get together tonight."

"I know. Diane already let me know."

"Good, good. And she told you to be cooperative, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, that's great. It's going to be fun."

I highly doubted that, but my choices were pretty few in number. I got her address and telephone number and she told me that everything was going to start at 8. I asked about dress and she told me a top and slacks would be fine or a skirt if I wanted to wear one instead of slacks.

Before much longer I was in Diane's office surrendering my clothes and putting on my coat so I could go home. Diane walked out with me and walked with me to my car. She stood beside the door as I got in. I was going to start my car but...

"Sabine, open your coat."

I was going to say no, but thought better of it. I undid the buttons and slowly, looking around to make sure no one was near. I opened it. Diane looked me up and down, smirking.

"I'm glad to see that you are not arguing with me every time I tell you to do something, Sabine. Now just remember to be cooperative tonight."

I had that sinking feeling low in my stomach, but kept my mouth shut. Diane ran her eyes from mine down my chest to my pubic hair and back up again. I flushed. She smirked and then walked off to her car. I hurriedly pulled my coat together and buttoned it up once more. I could feel that my nipples were hard once more.

I drove home wondering what all this cooperative stuff was and I wasn't feeling too good about it, but I was sort of in a corner with no way to get out of it. At home I took off my coat and put some clothes on and made dinner. I ate, even though I wasn't very hungry and then I picked out a reasonably nice outfit. One of my good silk tops and a pair of nice slacks. I put on serviceable underwear and found a pair of low heels that sort of matched the slacks. I got dressed in that and put on some tasteful make up so it appeared that I was trying to look my best. Then I sat down and waited for the time to come for me to drive to Kate's apartment. It took me about twenty minutes and I parked and went up, knocking on her door. She let me in and introduced me to her friends, none of which I knew. They all were about her age, at least 8 years younger than me.

Drinks flowed during the evening and the conversation was much younger than what I was used to with my friends. I didn't have all that much to drink, since I don't normally but they all seemed to drink quite a bit. Younger people, I guess, do more drinking.

Eventually it got around to party games and we played some stupid stuff, although I did enjoy a couple of the games. I wasn't having that bad of a time, actually. Kate asked me at the end of one of the games to join her in her small kitchen.

"Having fun, Sabine?"

"Actually, Kate, more than I thought I would, although your friends are a lot younger than me."

"That's good. We're going to play one more game and Diane wanted me to tell you to be cooperative. You do understand what she means, right?"

I was suspicious.

"I guess. What game?"

Kate smirked at me.

"Well, I am going to tell everyone that you want to play strip poker, Sabine. And being cooperative means that you are going to lose every hand. And you should know that the loser is the only one who takes something off. So, I am sure that you are going to find the game most interesting."

She looked at me and giggled. I looked at her in shock.

"Kate, you can't be serious. I won't do that."

"Sabine, Sabine. Think of how disappointed Diane will be that you weren't cooperative. You don't want to disappoint her, do you?"

I walked out of the kitchen and got my purse. Then I went into her bathroom. I took out my cell phone and called Diane.

"Diane, this is Sabine."

"I thought that you might call me."

"I am not doing this, Diane."

"You are not doing what?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Diane."

"Actually, no I don't. Enlighten me."

"Kate is telling me that she is going to tell her friends that I want to play strip poker and that I am supposed to lose purposely. I will not do that, Diane, I won't do it."

"I guess then you are not planning on being cooperative. That's too bad. I suppose that I will have to speak to Mr. Prescott."