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"Hi Miss Havlin, welcome to the store."
Claire didn't even reply.
She didn't have to.
Miss Baxter continued, "That's better David. I've asked Miss Havlin to
sit in on our meeting this morning as I feel her previous experience in
Human Resources and opinion could be valuable in what could be a very
serious disciplinary matter."
David confusion continued as his growing dread began a slight tremble in
his legs as he stood before these two beautiful authoritative women.
With the mention of a disciplinary David felt even more vulnerable and
was suddenly uncomfortably aware of his full matching set of sissy
underwear as he again was conscious of the delectable tug of the straps
of his red satin and black lacy bra tug into his shoulders and the
unmanly pull of his matching suspenders on his fine black stocking tops.
He shuffled nervously as he replied.
"Disciplinary matter Miss Ba..."
Miss Baxter cut him off with the slight raise of her hand.
"I shall be asking the questions David so I would appreciate it if you
speak only when prompted."
David' mouth was still half open with his truncated response but
obediently replied, "Yes Miss Baxter, sorry Miss Baxter."
Another thinly veiled snort of both amusement and disgust came from Miss
Havlin's direction.
"Now David if you interrupt me again this meeting will be terminated and
this matter shall be referred straight to the Regional Manager."
"I have serious concerns about you're possible conduct last week on the
evening of the 8th of August when you were working with the night-shift
grocery crew. It was brought to my attention that 'someone' had been in
the Female staff locker room, and that some of the ladies' belongings had
been...tampered with."
"You were of course unavailable for interview on this matter being on
holiday but on speaking with the rest of the crew it became apparent that
it was only you who had the opportunity for these disturbing and
disgusting actions, being left alone in the store while the crew took an
outside meal break."
"Do you have anything to confess to us on this matter David?"
David's already thin veneer of exterior confidence barely remained but
inside he was immediately crushed with both guilt and gut wrenching fear
at the total humiliation that he knew was now an almost certainty.
Despite the seriousness of the situation which 'David' should have been
facing head on for the purpose of defending himself against this
allegation it was Michelle that was beginning to take over in his sissy
obsessed brain. Michelle was desperate to confess all and put herself at
the mercy of these two imposing figures of feminine authority. It was
'David' however, as if clinging to the very last vestiges of his deluded
masculinity that stuttered a response that fooled nobody.
Not Miss Baxter, definitely not the now openly smirking Miss Havlin and
the most telling of all, not even himself.
"No Miss Baxter....I've never even set foot in the Female locker
room....I'm not a thief....I...."
Again Miss Baxter gently raised her hand and finger and David again
froze.
Her tone was now an impatient, strained, simmering anger as she struggled
to keep her composure.
"David...I didn't mention theft...this is about something so obnoxious,
perverted and thoroughly sickening that I cant believe I would ever be
having this conversation. It SICKENS me to my stomach to even look at you
right now!"
Miss Baxter rolled her chair back from her desk, stood and took the few
steps to the metal cupboard in the corner behind her desk.
Almost tearing the doors open she reached inside and withdrew a white
zip-up suit bag of the kind used for travel and dry cleaning.
Prowling slowly and menacingly to between the visibly trembling David and
her desk she laid the bag across the table.
Taking a slight step to the side, David now sensed her perfume she was so
close. The scent that, as described before, announced her presence and
lingered after she left on the few beautiful times that David had got
close enough to the confident, stunningly authoritative and
professionally dressed woman whom his submissive sissy lust for had got
him into this terrible situation.
Her current smart grey fitted trouser suit although still stunning and
fitting to her new role didn't register too strongly to David as she half
sat slightly tensely on the front edge of her desk, her arms crossed
expectantly.
What had got him hooked and what had ultimately led to his now certain
downfall was of course her Checkout Supervisor role uniform and therefore
the perfect storm of being 'her' supervisor.
Miss Baxter's alluring and familiar scent was the final trigger to
Michelle.
With the new reality of Claire - Miss Havlin now the Checkout Supervisor
Michelle knew inside that her deepest fantasy was now finally within
reach.
Michelle knew exactly what was in the bag. Michelle knew that it was
time.
She had been fighting David for so long and even in this most serious of
situations she was right there- teasing, suggesting, reminding and
controlling his thoughts.
The confusion, fear and the desperate but futile desire to retain some
kind of dignity was suddenly replaced by a bizarre internal calm.
"OPEN IT!"
Michelle stepped forward to Miss Baxter's desk and unzipped the the suit
bag. The shiny white material opened wide to reveal Michelle's fatefully
and lusted after treasure.
The two women watched as Michelle stared at the unveiled contents.
"TAKE IT OUT!"
Michelle obediently withdrew the hung garments and carefully laid them on
top of the now empty suit bag.
Miss Baxter's former Checkout Supervisor's uniform lay before Michelle
just as it had been carefully hung on her rail that fateful night, the
fitted navy jacket, the red open neck blouse beneath and the navy pencil
skirt hung neatly over the lower rail of the clothes hanger.
Michelle stole an indulgent sideways look to Miss Havlin, still sitting
silently, observingly in the identical, beautiful, authoritative uniform
of her new role as the Checkout Supervisor.
Miss Baxter's suspicions were now more than confirmed as she watched this
performance with total disgust.
She stepped back to the front of her desk and withdrew the navy skirt
from the hanger.
She shook the skirt open from its folds and laid it on top of the jacket.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
Michelle's eyes followed Miss Baxter's accusingly pointed finger
downwards toward the hem of the skirt.
There, in the centre of the front panel of Susan's navy pencil skirt was
a clearly visible and most unusual stain. It was quite obviously cum. And
Michelle knew of course that it was her cum.
A sharp slap brought her instantly from her sissy trance as she focused
again on Miss Baxter's demand.
"I SAID WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!"
Where David would have stumbled, Michelle answered obediently.
"It's my cum Miss..."
Miss Havlin didn't even try to contain her glee and laughter this time.
She burst out laughing at what was unfolding before her.
Her laughter covered the sounds of the further now harder slaps that Miss
Baxter rained down with uncontrolled venom on Michelle's rapidly
reddening cheeks.
"YOU FUCKING LITTLE PERVERT!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!" she screamed as her
assault continued.
As Michelle reeled backwards bumping painfully into the corner of the
office her cheeks stinging with ferociousness of the assault Miss Havlin
seized her opportunity and, although remaining seated cast her calming
authority across the room.
"MISS BAXTER!"
Miss Baxter stopped her next venomous slap mid blow and froze for a
second. Miss Havlin had thankfully interrupted a frenzy that had been
building in her since her sickening discovery that some sick pervert had
been wearing her hard earned Supervisor's uniform for their own twisted
gratification.
Miss Havlin, knowing that she had gained control continued.
"Miss Baxter I think that you should take a break from the meeting and
return in a more professional frame of mind."
Still visibly simmering Miss Baxter slowed her breaths.
"Thank you Miss Havlin..... I'll take a cigarette break.... and we'll
continue shortly."
With that she was gone leaving Michelle alone with Miss Havlin.
"Well well David...or should I say Michelle. What a difference a few days
make! You are going to listen and listen good. I don't have much time
before Miss Baxter returns. It's taken me two years to get back to a
management position and I'll be dammed if anything were to mess up my
opportunity with this company. So, what I suggest you do you stupid
little sissy tart is do exactly as I say, when I say and play along with
what I suggest because that is the best and only way out of this
...unfortunate situation for all of us. Do you understand Michelle?"
Still reeling and with tears now running down her cheeks Michelle meekly
countered
"She assaulted me! Its her that will be sacked!"
"No, no, no Michelle. I didn't see any such thing."
Her smugness was complete as she continued.
"I did see this though you dirty little sissy cunt!"
Standing for the first time since the meeting began Miss Havlin's heels
clicked slowly and purposefully to the front of the desk where she
withdrew her Iphone from the inside pocket of her smart suit jacket and
laid it deliberately on top of Susan's cum soiled navy skirt, and with a
stern red nailed fingertip pressed play on the touchscreen.
As Michelle regained her balance and composure she looked down at the
video clip that was now playing.
Playing on the small screen was what she first mistook as a clip from an
online porn video. A sense of familiarity crept in as she slowly
recognized the surroundings and the action portrayed.
On her knees in front of a man in a security guard uniform was a woman
dressed in a soft pink satin blouse and tight jeans. The woman was
hungrily taking the mans hard cock into her slutty pink lipped mouth as
he thrust unmercifully between her wanting lips. The video cut to a few
edited still shots. First the same cock-sucking slut, looking thoroughly
used and broken, streams of eyeliner and mascara mixed with tears running
from her bulging bloodshot eyes, second, the same sorry looking slut with
hastily repaired make-up applying a glossy pink lipstick in a compact
mirror to her recently used and abused lips.
The quality of the images was surprisingly good for what was obviously
CCTV footage of Michelle's forced oral servitude a few days before in the
security office of the Asda store.
"Any more questions Michelle?"
"No Miss Havlin."
"That's good you little slut. Now, you WILL follow my lead when Miss
Baxter returns. If you know what's good for you. And believe me...I know
EXACTLY what is good for pathetic little sissy tarts like you!...."
"Yes Miss Havlin."
"Good girl!"
With a knock not required to her own office Miss Baxter stepped
purposefully into the room and with a regained air of calm control,
retook her seat behind her desk.
Miss Havlin, also again seated calmly professionally took the initiative.
"Miss Baxter, if I may continue?..."
"Of course Miss Havlin, please do."
"Thank you Miss Baxter. Miss Baxter I believe that this unpleasant and
difficult situation has taken a turn, a turn which requires a different
approach which is in the best needs of the company."
Trusting Miss Havlin's previous employment experience she was more than
open to hear her opinion as she honestly didn't have the first idea how
to deal with this bizarre and disgusting situation.
"Please...continue."
"Miss Baxter, in your absence David has confessed to being a
transvestite...and as unsavoury as that sounds and of course with full
respect to your personal feelings towards his disgusting actions
regarding your uniform it is important that you are fully aware of the
potential legal repercussions of the companies further treatment of him
now that he has made his personal status clear."
Miss Baxter was completely out of her professional depth with the day's
developments. What she did know was that she had been damn good at her
job as Checkout Supervisor and similarly to Miss Havlin would do whatever
it took to hold onto and validate her justified promotion.
Her anger at the sordid defilement of the symbol of her previous
authority remained however, and she was in no mood to let the perverted
perpetrator standing in front of her off the hook so easily.
"That is indeed a serious development Miss Havlin. But how are we to know
that this creep isn't playing us against our corporate and legal
responsibilities?"
"David, and this is of course voluntary, please remove your polo shirt
for Miss Baxter."
David would have obviously refused but he had left 10 minutes ago so it
was Michelle who meekly replied.
"Yes Miss Havlin."
Michelle obediently reached behind her head cross armed and dutifully
pulled David's blue grocery staff polo shirt up and over his head.
Removing her arms from the now defunct garment she held it to her side.
Now standing before the two women and to Miss Havlin's barely contained
delight was the top half of a hairless sissy figure, the long-line red
satin bra dominating the picture, the black lacy trim of the matching red
satin suspender belt showing above the waist of the cargo pants.
For the first time in this strained meeting Miss Baxter let out a mocking
chuckle.
Relieved at the slight lightening of her boss's mood Miss Havlin
continued.
"And drop your trousers please also David."
Again came compliance as Michelle undid her belt and stepped out of her
trousers.
As Michelle stood obediently before them in her full finest underwear and
stockings Miss Havlin felt a beautiful inner rush at her success. Of
course she had seen sissies before at the clothing department and had
orchestrated Michelle's sexual punishment with the security guard, but
this was the first time that she was actually in a position to own one
for her own sexual pleasure and she wasn't going to let the opportunity
pass! She was suddenly aware of her own arousal as she crossed her legs,
the thin creamy film of her own cum lubricating the soft lips of her
smooth pussy within her now comfortingly warm and moist black satin
panties.
Miss Baxter's previous anger had, at the pathetic sight before her,
almost fully dissipated.
"So you're a sissy David!? Is that what it's been all along?" she
laughed.
Miss Havlin paused to savour Michelle's admission before interjecting.
With her head bowed slightly and her broken gaze towards the floor in
front of Miss Baxter's desk she replied.
"Yes Miss Baxter. I'm sorry Miss Baxter."
"Sorry to interrupt Boss but the term is transvestite...if I may
continue?"
In a continually elevating mood Miss Baxter waved for Miss Havlin to
continue.
"Now, of the various legal protections for such employees under law I
have noted down a few of the most pressing and prudent as I believe we
should act quickly in this matter to protect both ourselves and the
company.
The employee has a right to confidentiality- so that shall include the
three of us for now, the company should take steps to avoid harassment,
the employee has a right for suitable redeployment and the right to dress
as appropriate for such role with the company obliged to provide suitable
attire for such a position."
Still barely containing her amusement at the sissy vision before her Miss
Baxter nonetheless had new found responsibilities in mind.
"So how do you suggest we progress in the immediate future to comply with
legislation Miss Havlin?"
"Well I suggest that David be removed from the grocery department where
he could face harassment and be transferred to the Checkout Department.
There I shall be able to support his needs and therefore avoid any
unpleasant legal issues, and you shall be able to focus on the more
important matter of running the store Boss."
"Excellent idea Miss Havlin, yet again your value to the store has been
duly noted. David I presume you are in agreement with this course of
action and that this matter is closed?"
Michelle's cock was now stiff and pushing visibly against her black
trimmed red satin boy shorts as she submissively replied, "Yes Miss
Baxter. Thank you Miss Baxter. Thank you Miss Havlin."
"Good. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of my sight. Take a tea
break and report to the Checkout Supervisor's office in 15 minutes. I
don't want to see you in here again do you understand? You shall report
and answer to Miss Havlin from now on. I'm giving her full control over
your 'individual' needs and you had better not let her down."
To be continued.
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