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Chapter Five
It was manic as soon as he got into work. One of the servers had gone
down, and he spent the first three hours without a break dealing with
the problems this had created. Besides himself, there were two others on
shift; a useless temp called Steve, and Rhona, one of the supervisors.
Steve was hopeless and Rick had to spend half his time sorting out what
Steve had messed up. Eventually Rhona and Rick managed to grab a break
sitting in the office with a coffee and doughnuts which Steve had been
sent to get. ‘That's the most useful he’ll be all day.’ Rhona whispered
to Rick, who was slightly shocked as Rhona had never been known to say
anything remotely funny before. Steve was covering the phones where
Rhona thought he could do the least damage.
Rhona sipped her coffee, munched a doughnut and had to lick her lips.
Rick watched her do this with rapt fascination. Rhona was tough, both
with the help desk staff and the executives. Nearly everyone was quietly
terrified of her and did their best not to annoy her. One of the other
guys told him about his predecessor who had screwed up, and how she had
‘ripped him a new one.’ Rick had been scared of her for the first few
weeks, but she seemed to have a soft spot for him, and he enjoyed being
on her team. If he told the truth, he was probably half in love with her
and would do anything she asked. She was in her early thirties, he
guessed, tall, slim and brunette, spoke with a cut glass English accent,
yet swore like a trooper at times. If you annoyed her, she would fix you
with a basilisk stare, and most people would rather be anywhere else
than in her way in those moments. He watched as she licked more sugar
from her lip with her tongue and turned to face him.
‘I have to say, Rick, you have done really well since you've been here.
I know this is your first job, but you picked up things really quickly.
I'm happy with your contribution, you’ve become a real team player.’
Rick went pink at the praise, ‘Thanks, I really enjoy it here.’
‘What do you get up to away from this madhouse?’
‘Oh well, the usual stuff. Play some World of Warcraft most nights.
Watch TV. Oh, I went to the football yesterday with my flatmate.’ He
chuckled to himself, thinking about the parts of yesterday he wouldn't
be telling her about.
‘What does he do? I assume it's a he?’
‘Yeah, he works for a bank, although I'm not entirely sure what he does
there.’ I do know he’s a TG webcam model in his spare time. But Rick
said that in his head.
‘Do you have a girlfriend?’
‘No, why?’
‘Just curious, Rick. Now can you tell me something?’
Rick nodded, eager to please. ‘Sure, whatever.’
‘Do you wear panties all the time, or just at the weekends?’
For what seemed to him to be the umpteenth time over the past few days,
Rick blushed scarlet and thought he would faint.
‘But I'm not wearing panties,’ he said, looking anxiously over his
shoulder to see if Steve was in earshot.
‘Don't worry about him, he's tied up on a call. Look, I know you are,
Rick. You were helping the moron from hell over there with something
when you knelt down beside his chair and your jeans gaped at the back. I
could clearly see a very pretty pair of panties, a thong to be exact.
They weren't boxers or tighty whities for sure.’
Rick wished a hole would open up and swallow him. He started to gasp for
air and his heart hammered inside his chest. His career here was
finished; they probably wouldn't even give him a reference. For Rick,
embarrassment and humiliation now seemed a way of life.
Rhona saw his distress. ‘Calm down Rick, I don't care what you wear, so
long as it doesn't interfere with your work here. It's none of my
business what you do in your private life. I just thought you should
know that other people could see what you're wearing.’
Rick started to breathe properly again. There was no point in denying it
any further, so he just mumbled, ‘It won't happen again, I promise.’
Rhona had always thought Rick quite a pretty boy when he was recruited,
but hadn't thought any more about it until she saw the panties peeking
out of the back of his jeans. He was a good technician, better than most
she had worked with, and for some reason she hadn't quite understood why
she liked him.
‘Are you gay, Rick?’ She asked, staring him straight in the eyes.
Rick’s heart almost stopped. ‘Who, me? No, no, I'm not gay, honestly.’
Rhona took another bite of her doughnut and licked her lips. Rick
couldn't help but watch her tongue slip out and slide along her lips.
‘So then, are you trans?’ She wiped her lips and then her fingers on a
paper napkin.
Rick’s eyes dropped to the floor, he didn't know what to say.
‘I mean, Rick, what other reason would you have for wearing panties.
They’re not your girlfriend’s, as you don't have one. So, it's not as if
she gets a thrill out of you wearing her lingerie. You say you're not
gay. You share a flat with a guy, so I’m guessing they’re not his…’
Ricks eyes flicked up and then away. Rhona did not miss the glance.
‘Well, well…’ A big knowing smile spread across Rhona’s face and Rick
felt his insides freeze.
Steve interrupted them by shouting that he needed some help. Rhona
smiled and said, ‘Rick, be a sweetie and go sort out the idiot for me,
please.’
Rick scuttled away, his face still burning with embarrassment. ‘Shit,
shit, shit. I’m so fucked.’ he thought. ‘She’ll tell everyone and I’ll
have to leave.’
Steve had completely screwed up, and it took Rick a couple of hours to
sort out the mess. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Rhona was
watching him all the time. By the time he had finished cleaning up after
Steve’s cock ups, it was time to leave. Steve disappeared quickly and
Rick was about to follow him out the door when he heard Rhona’s voice.
‘Not so fast Rick. We need a word.’ Rick’s heart sank, she's going to
fire me now he thought.
‘Let's go for a drink.’
‘Huh?’ He was taken completely off guard.
‘Come on. I’ll buy, sweetie.’ She grabbed his arm and pushed him out of
the door. She kept hold of his arm all the way to the pub. Not the usual
one they used for a drink after work, but one further away. They found a
table in a quiet corner and Rhona fetched a beer for Rick and a gin and
tonic for herself. Rick had recovered his wits by now and was determined
to apologise and hope he might just get away with not being fired.
‘Rhona, look I'm sorry about what happened. I promise it won't happen
again and I’ll do anything, anything. Extra shifts, I’ll do all the
shitty ones that nobody else wants to do. You name it and I’ll do it.
You said I was a good team player. I need this job, please give me a
second chance. Please.’
Rhona sipped her drink before saying anything. ‘Rick, it's OK, don't get
your knickers in a twist.’ She giggled, ‘I’m sorry, that wasn't
deliberate, but come to think of it it's very funny given what you're
wearing.’
Rick was scarlet again.
‘Rhona, I promise you it won't happen again. It was a joke. I lost a
bet.’ He had been thinking how he could explain away the panties and he
thought he had come up with an explanation that Rhona would believe.
‘What bet?’
‘Yesterday, I told you I went to the football. We had a bet, whoever’s
team lost would have to pay a forfeit. I lost and he said I had to wear
these panties to work.’
He felt the full force of Rhona’s stare. ‘I suppose he has girls’
panties lying around the flat in case someone loses a bet?’
‘Oh, I think he said they belonged to an old girlfriend. She had left
them behind.’
She had another sip of her drink then leaned towards him. ‘Rick, that's
the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve heard in a long time.’
‘No. no. it's true, it was a bet.’ Rick was panicking now, and his voice
quavered.
‘I told you Rick, I don't care what you wear as long as it doesn't
affect what you do at work. I'm not going to report you to HR or fire
you or whatever you think I’m going to do.’
Rick slumped back into his seat. ‘There’s a but coming, isn't there?’
Rhona smiled, ‘Well, maybe a small one. I won't do anything about today
so long as you turn up wearing panties to work, at least until I tell
you to stop.’
‘Whaaaaat?’
‘It's very simple, sweetie. You wear panties to work and we go on as we
have done. No rubbish shifts, no having to do the shitty jobs. But, you
have to wear panties under your clothes.’
‘And if I don’t?’ he said, fearing what was coming.
‘If you don't, I guess you wouldn't want everyone in the office to know
you wear sweet little panties, sweetie.’
‘Why? Why are you making me to do this?’
Rhona smiled again, ‘Well, because I can and because I like to have some
control over things. Besides, I get the feeling you won't fight me too
much over this, will you?’
It was manic as soon as he got into work. One of the servers had gone
down, and he spent the first three hours without a break dealing with
the problems this had created. Besides himself, there were two others on
shift; a useless temp called Steve, and Rhona, one of the supervisors.
Steve was hopeless and Rick had to spend half his time sorting out what
Steve had messed up. Eventually Rhona and Rick managed to grab a break
sitting in the office with a coffee and doughnuts which Steve had been
sent to get. ‘That's the most useful he’ll be all day.’ Rhona whispered
to Rick, who was slightly shocked as Rhona had never been known to say
anything remotely funny before. Steve was covering the phones where
Rhona thought he could do the least damage.
Rhona sipped her coffee, munched a doughnut and had to lick her lips.
Rick watched her do this with rapt fascination. Rhona was tough, both
with the help desk staff and the executives. Nearly everyone was quietly
terrified of her and did their best not to annoy her. One of the other
guys told him about his predecessor who had screwed up, and how she had
‘ripped him a new one.’ Rick had been scared of her for the first few
weeks, but she seemed to have a soft spot for him, and he enjoyed being
on her team. If he told the truth, he was probably half in love with her
and would do anything she asked. She was in her early thirties, he
guessed, tall, slim and brunette, spoke with a cut glass English accent,
yet swore like a trooper at times. If you annoyed her, she would fix you
with a basilisk stare, and most people would rather be anywhere else
than in her way in those moments. He watched as she licked more sugar
from her lip with her tongue and turned to face him.
‘I have to say, Rick, you have done really well since you've been here.
I know this is your first job, but you picked up things really quickly.
I'm happy with your contribution, you’ve become a real team player.’
Rick went pink at the praise, ‘Thanks, I really enjoy it here.’
‘What do you get up to away from this madhouse?’
‘Oh well, the usual stuff. Play some World of Warcraft most nights.
Watch TV. Oh, I went to the football yesterday with my flatmate.’ He
chuckled to himself, thinking about the parts of yesterday he wouldn't
be telling her about.
‘What does he do? I assume it's a he?’
‘Yeah, he works for a bank, although I'm not entirely sure what he does
there.’ I do know he’s a TG webcam model in his spare time. But Rick
said that in his head.
‘Do you have a girlfriend?’
‘No, why?’
‘Just curious, Rick. Now can you tell me something?’
Rick nodded, eager to please. ‘Sure, whatever.’
‘Do you wear panties all the time, or just at the weekends?’
For what seemed to him to be the umpteenth time over the past few days,
Rick blushed scarlet and thought he would faint.
‘But I'm not wearing panties,’ he said, looking anxiously over his
shoulder to see if Steve was in earshot.
‘Don't worry about him, he's tied up on a call. Look, I know you are,
Rick. You were helping the moron from hell over there with something
when you knelt down beside his chair and your jeans gaped at the back. I
could clearly see a very pretty pair of panties, a thong to be exact.
They weren't boxers or tighty whities for sure.’
Rick wished a hole would open up and swallow him. He started to gasp for
air and his heart hammered inside his chest. His career here was
finished; they probably wouldn't even give him a reference. For Rick,
embarrassment and humiliation now seemed a way of life.
Rhona saw his distress. ‘Calm down Rick, I don't care what you wear, so
long as it doesn't interfere with your work here. It's none of my
business what you do in your private life. I just thought you should
know that other people could see what you're wearing.’
Rick started to breathe properly again. There was no point in denying it
any further, so he just mumbled, ‘It won't happen again, I promise.’
Rhona had always thought Rick quite a pretty boy when he was recruited,
but hadn't thought any more about it until she saw the panties peeking
out of the back of his jeans. He was a good technician, better than most
she had worked with, and for some reason she hadn't quite understood why
she liked him.
‘Are you gay, Rick?’ She asked, staring him straight in the eyes.
Rick’s heart almost stopped. ‘Who, me? No, no, I'm not gay, honestly.’
Rhona took another bite of her doughnut and licked her lips. Rick
couldn't help but watch her tongue slip out and slide along her lips.
‘So then, are you trans?’ She wiped her lips and then her fingers on a
paper napkin.
Rick’s eyes dropped to the floor, he didn't know what to say.
‘I mean, Rick, what other reason would you have for wearing panties.
They’re not your girlfriend’s, as you don't have one. So, it's not as if
she gets a thrill out of you wearing her lingerie. You say you're not
gay. You share a flat with a guy, so I’m guessing they’re not his…’
Ricks eyes flicked up and then away. Rhona did not miss the glance.
‘Well, well…’ A big knowing smile spread across Rhona’s face and Rick
felt his insides freeze.
Steve interrupted them by shouting that he needed some help. Rhona
smiled and said, ‘Rick, be a sweetie and go sort out the idiot for me,
please.’
Rick scuttled away, his face still burning with embarrassment. ‘Shit,
shit, shit. I’m so fucked.’ he thought. ‘She’ll tell everyone and I’ll
have to leave.’
Steve had completely screwed up, and it took Rick a couple of hours to
sort out the mess. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Rhona was
watching him all the time. By the time he had finished cleaning up after
Steve’s cock ups, it was time to leave. Steve disappeared quickly and
Rick was about to follow him out the door when he heard Rhona’s voice.
‘Not so fast Rick. We need a word.’ Rick’s heart sank, she's going to
fire me now he thought.
‘Let's go for a drink.’
‘Huh?’ He was taken completely off guard.
‘Come on. I’ll buy, sweetie.’ She grabbed his arm and pushed him out of
the door. She kept hold of his arm all the way to the pub. Not the usual
one they used for a drink after work, but one further away. They found a
table in a quiet corner and Rhona fetched a beer for Rick and a gin and
tonic for herself. Rick had recovered his wits by now and was determined
to apologise and hope he might just get away with not being fired.
‘Rhona, look I'm sorry about what happened. I promise it won't happen
again and I’ll do anything, anything. Extra shifts, I’ll do all the
shitty ones that nobody else wants to do. You name it and I’ll do it.
You said I was a good team player. I need this job, please give me a
second chance. Please.’
Rhona sipped her drink before saying anything. ‘Rick, it's OK, don't get
your knickers in a twist.’ She giggled, ‘I’m sorry, that wasn't
deliberate, but come to think of it it's very funny given what you're
wearing.’
Rick was scarlet again.
‘Rhona, I promise you it won't happen again. It was a joke. I lost a
bet.’ He had been thinking how he could explain away the panties and he
thought he had come up with an explanation that Rhona would believe.
‘What bet?’
‘Yesterday, I told you I went to the football. We had a bet, whoever’s
team lost would have to pay a forfeit. I lost and he said I had to wear
these panties to work.’
He felt the full force of Rhona’s stare. ‘I suppose he has girls’
panties lying around the flat in case someone loses a bet?’
‘Oh, I think he said they belonged to an old girlfriend. She had left
them behind.’
She had another sip of her drink then leaned towards him. ‘Rick, that's
the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve heard in a long time.’
‘No. no. it's true, it was a bet.’ Rick was panicking now, and his voice
quavered.
‘I told you Rick, I don't care what you wear as long as it doesn't
affect what you do at work. I'm not going to report you to HR or fire
you or whatever you think I’m going to do.’
Rick slumped back into his seat. ‘There’s a but coming, isn't there?’
Rhona smiled, ‘Well, maybe a small one. I won't do anything about today
so long as you turn up wearing panties to work, at least until I tell
you to stop.’
‘Whaaaaat?’
‘It's very simple, sweetie. You wear panties to work and we go on as we
have done. No rubbish shifts, no having to do the shitty jobs. But, you
have to wear panties under your clothes.’
‘And if I don’t?’ he said, fearing what was coming.
‘If you don't, I guess you wouldn't want everyone in the office to know
you wear sweet little panties, sweetie.’
‘Why? Why are you making me to do this?’
Rhona smiled again, ‘Well, because I can and because I like to have some
control over things. Besides, I get the feeling you won't fight me too
much over this, will you?’
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