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ONE
A few days later we had our pre-Christmas area meeting. My days off had
fallen after the induction night, which had been quite intense. I decided
to keep off the grid. Most days I would call in work and check on how we
were doing, but instead I just tried to relax.
But it was hard to turn off. What was going to happen when I returned to
work? Would the new colleagues respect me? I'm sure they would when they
saw my leadership qualities and how I could help them. What if they had
talked about what they had seen? It could be all over the store. I had
deleted the file. Should I just deny it, or play along and be their 'Miss
Pink'?
I wanted to curse Kat, but at the same time loved the possibilities she
had brought into my life. I dressed and played with myself at the
fantasies that might happen in her hands. I trusted her to an extent, but
did wonder what she was up to.
On the morning of the area meeting, I decided to take a couple of
chances. It was a pretty safe venue; one of the bigger stores that had
training and conference rooms. And the environment was usually one of a
family atmosphere. Just a bunch of Customer Service Managers (fancy title
for sales managers) trading best practices and ideas, as well as a chance
to hear what the company is developing and results across the board.
There's usually a little reward and celebration, and if done right, a
chance to bring back some positive ideas for struggling stores.
Typically, a very class room environment. Including the banter that goes
with that.
So, I rummaged in my underwear drawer and found a particularly fetching
matching set, including wide lace trimmed stockings and a lace trim
suspender belt. It was all in pleasing, soft peach tones. I put on a pair
of women's jeans and a casual shirt that was thick enough to hide both my
bra straps and the suspender belt near my mid-riff.
Doing anything with my hair, or make-up, was obviously not an option, but
at the door, for a scary, daunting moment, I actually put on a pair of
court shoes - but then laughed it off, despite my mind pushing and daring
me, and found my sneakers.
TWO
Lyn, our Area Manager, was hosting the meeting. She was a big woman. Not
obese, but certainly generously proportioned. She has this bubbly fun
loving exterior, but underneath that happiness, there's a dangerous,
harmful dark side.
There was a little bad blood between us.
Lyn used to be my store manager. She took me on, but didn't quite realise
how strongly I believed in the ways I worked. I stay positive, care and
nuture, cheer-lead for want of a better word after the induction night. I
develop people and rather than focus on negatives, find positives and
strive for success. I'm a motivator, a leader......Perhaps not a manager
in the typical sense, but I get results through being a team player and
helping others.
I remembered my first performance meeting with Lyn. I was told by her: 'I
didn't get what I expected, but I'll work with what I've got'. She then
went on to explain how she could performance manage the dead wood from
the store, and promptly put me on the first stage of what she had
detailed.
She never thanked staff for their work, only saw their faults, and as I
protected colleagues I came dangerously close to losing my
job.......despite results turning around under my leadership.
As managers we were just not a good match.
And then, largely because of the store turn-around and the work she had
done on the area outside the store, she won a spot on the short-list to
become the new area manager. When she got that promotion, she wished my
good luck with a cruel glint and promised she would be watching my
results closely.
The store manager we have now is Claire. But here's the rub. I've known
her for about ten years in the business. Watched her work her ass off as
a CSM (Customer Service Manager) to become a store manager. She's turned
a couple of small stores around, and then joined us. She's tough, but
fair, and we're cut from the same cloth. We thrive on challenge, drive
through enthusiasm, and have got the store, along with our stock manager
Racheal, near the top of our division.
This only fed Lyn's animosity towards me. Instead of applauding our
achievements, she resented what we were doing without her. Going from
success to success-
"Nice to see you, Larry," she smiled. That pleasant exterior that most
people saw. But a few of us knew the devious snake hiding beneath. I
couldn't abide her, but smiled, playing the little polite game she had
created between us.
"Hi, Lyn. How are you? Family well?"
"Pretty great, thanks. Are you looking forward to today?"
I started to find a seat, but she directed me to a table near the front.
I didn't fight her. I'd fought her enough over the years and if making me
sit in a certain spot gave her a win of some kind, I'd let her have it.
"Should be good. Always nice to catch up and hear what's happening around
the area," I said, sitting.
"Good. I think you'll like it," she assured me and turned to greet the
next arrival.
THREE
The meeting moved ahead in typical fashion. A get to know each other
session for any new faces, training sessions split by lunch, progress
reports and celebrations. Towards the end of the meeting Lyn offered me a
small smile, which I returned, keeping things pleasant between us.
"Now, then. Typically at this time we share some of your video briefings
to give ideas to those who haven't embraced the idea or are stilted on
camera. You normally bring these along with you."
She offered me a little look. I wasn't worried. I'd deleted the file. I
smiled for her.
"There's one woman here who has really ran with the idea of the video
briefings. She's used hand puppets for amusing training videos,
celebrated with great, really great, edited pieces of work featuring
everything from movie clips to Sesame Street characters. We've all loved
seeing them. She even has a crocodile hand puppet that has featured in
loads of stuff, even interviewing colleagues for get to know each other
fluff pieces."
What the hell? I thought, looking around the room and considering the
female managers. Somebody had been robbing my videos and passing it off
as their own. I wouldn't mind if they asked.
"She's been in the business a while. And we all know she's a real cheer-
leader for her team-"
Jesus, I froze, face turning white.
Lyn stared at me. That perfectly pleasant exterior, but I knew what she
was thinking underneath: I've got you. Finally. Our little battle is over
and I've won.
"-always the last to take credit, but the first to accept responsibility.
Her latest video is outrageous and-"
"You can't-" I said quietly.
A couple of the managers, male and female, on my table looked at me.
"Well," I said louder, "we didn't bring any videos this time."
I was safe. Had to be. But how did she know about the video.
"Can we dim the lights?" she asked, and Mike from one of the Liverpool
stores stood and hit the switch.
Lyn grinned. I matched her look. There was no way. It was a bluff......
Then she played her ace card.
"About a month ago one of the company wide updates enabled us to directly
upload your video briefings from your store systems-"
"Holy shit," I whispered under my breath. I was about to be exposed big
time.
"-which meant we could see directly how you are all motivating and
influencing your teams at the start of their shifts, how you are putting
your personal, creative talents to work-"
I could laugh it off, I thought. Take some gentle ribbing for a few
months. It would soon be forgotten. I put my hands on the table to stop
them trembling.
Lyn offered me a small laugh.
"And we found we have a new talent in our midst. Miss Pink," she said,
addressing me - and I wondered how she had got the name and then
remembered the folder's title. "Why don't you stand and say hello?"
I hesitated. Couldn't move.
"Now, please. Everybody is pretty much ready to go home."
I stood, my body trembling. Everybody looked confused.
Lyn pressed play on the folder and there I was, dancing on the screen,
cheer-leading away with my pom-poms and cute little outfit. Heavily
padded bra. Singing that cheesy Argos song that Kat had written.
At first there was nervous giggles, but eventually the whole room
erupted, and through it all Lyn smiling at me. Grinning. Finally laughing
hysterically.
The video finished and the room insisted on an encore screening. As it
played again, Lyn moved around the room and stood behind me. I could feel
my face burning with embarrassment.
"I've got you," she whispered in my ear, placing a hand on my shoulder.
She gripped me, her fingers picked at the bra strap and I knew she was
smiling wickedly behind me.
The video finished again and Mike hit the lights. I was there for all to
see.
"Take a bow," he called across the room.
Lyn whispered for only me to hear: "Curtsey, bitch."
I half-turned, but then made a show of my little curtsey. The room
erupted again.
"Thank you, Lauren," Lyn said. "A great way for the meeting to finish.
Have a marvellous Christmas everybody! Good luck in all your stores!"
Several of the managers called out bye to Lauren, and I could only blush,
insisting it was Larry.
I started to leave, but Lyn shouted after me.
"Hang back, Miss Pink." More laughter from the stragglers. "We have
something we need to discuss."
FOUR
She told me to clear the tables so the room was left as we found it. I
was obedient, knowing that I was in trouble.
"Of course, Lyn," I said, and moved around the tables.
"How's Abbie doing?" she asked.
I breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted to know how Abbie was
shaping up.
"She's good. We work well together."
"She's well over-due her own CSM position, don't you think?" Lyn mused.
I finished the tables as she closed the door. We faced each other.
"When the opportunity comes, I'm sure she'll take it," I said.
"I think the opportunity is here now."
"What do you mean?" I asked. I hadn't heard about any suitable positions
opening up. I checked regularly for her.
"Take off your clothes," she told me. "Just your sneakers, jeans
and......wait a second...."
She patted my butt. The slight embroidering on the back pocket.
"Those are women's jeans."
I nodded reluctantly.
"Take them off then. Your shirt, too."
"I don't want to," I protested. "You can't do this."
"Let's get one think straight, Lauren. I own your career now. Show me
what you have on underneath your shirt and jeans."
I slowly undressed, my body trembling.
"Such a pretty little flower," she said as I stood before her in my sexy
underwear. Only I didn't feel sexy now, as I had for most of the day. She
considered me and I wilted pathetically, hands over my breasts, panties
moist. "And your pert, little, natural breasts. You're so precious."
"Please may I dress, Lyn. You've had your fun."
"Not yet" she told me, enjoying my vulnerability. "My fun's only just
starting. I've waited a long time to get the better of you, and I'm going
to enjoy this."
FIVE
She elaborated as I stood before her, penis stiffening at my humiliation.
"Your store isn't quite big enough to accomodate the ASC role, but I
think we can find it in the budget."
"I doubt Abbie will want to step into that position," I said. The ASC was
basically a store secretary. Managed paperwork, the cash office,
schedules. Generally a back of house role, but was sometimes called upon
to duty manage the sales floor.
"You're so sweet, Miss Pink. We just established Abbie is more than ready
to work your position, so you shall assume the ASC role."
"But that's a demotion. You can't-"
"You'll step down willingly," she asserted. "You'll talk to Abbie and
offer her your role."
"This is crazy," I protested. "I'll call Roger-"
Roger was the Regional Manager. While Lyn had about thirty stores under
her on her area, Roger was responsible for several areas. About two
hundred stores.
"He already knows," Lyn interupted. "He's backing me one hundred percent.
At first I wanted to fire you, but then I realised that if I controlled
you - in light of who you are - you could never, ever be better than me
again. He was scared of public repercussions if we let you go, so here
you are. Mine to do as I wish."
"Lyn, it was never a popularity contest between us. I was never trying to
one-up you. This doesn't have to happen."
She grinned. "It doesn't have to happen, but it will. Look at you."
She laughed as pre-cum started to soak through my panties. "Let me
dress," I insisted.
"In a moment," she told me, with a wave of her hand and a laugh. A
really, big belly laugh.
"I'll appeal," I told her.
"You'll do what I say without appeal or complaint. You entered your store
outside authorised hours. I have the alarm log, CCTV footage, and of
course, your little cheer-leading performance. You entered without
colleague accompanyment. Just there you've broken company policy several
times."
"I was with Kat Walsh. She's a part of the team now and it was her idea."
"Don't try to blame a new colleague. At the time she wasn't even
inducted. I've got a complaint from a woman that was forced to leave your
induction night because she felt uncomfortable-"
"But this is all being taken out of context."
"I've spoken to Claire, your store manager, and-"
"She'll never go along with it," I said confidently. We went back years.
"She thought the video was hysterical. You know she's always up for a
laugh. Said the ASC role would be a good fit for a girl like you."
"I-you-please-" I stammered, tears in my eyes.
"What are you so upset about? You've still got your job. Well, a job. You
never know, maybe in a year or so Lauren Pink will be back at these
meetings. Would you like that?"
I was torn. Of course I'd love to be accepted. But not in this forcible
fashion.
"I-I think-yes-" I managed.
"I've spoken to Kat Walsh," she said. "When I asked her about this, she
told me all about an incident back at a Christmas party many years ago.
That, after cuming in you tiny pink panties, you had boasted about being
with her. After you drifted apart like friends sometimes do, she told me
that she had a reputation because of you that took years for her to
shake."
"What kind of reputation?" I asked, wondering how badly my careless
bragging had hurt my old friend.
"That she was easy. A slut," Lyn said, watching me wince slightly. I
never meant for that. "She had to live with that for a while. I guess,
maybe one day, Miss Pink might, too. Especially if you run around like
this for all to see."
She slapped my butt. A sting through the satin. I cried out at the
unexpected, sensual touch. Managed to hold on, but I was right on the
edge.
"Now get dressed, Miss Pink."
I quickly pulled my jeans on, fastened my shirt, a couple of the tears
dropping from my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I whispered, giving in to her. "That I might live
with a.....reputation."
"Oh, we'll see what happens. But for now, I think Kat is going to be a
star player on Team Lyn. Now, schedule a dinner date with Abbie and give
her the good news. I hope you enjoy your new store role. If not, I'm sure
I can find something for you to do for me."
"Please, Lyn. Please don't do this to me," I begged.
"Enjoy your Christmas, Lauren. I know I'm going to enjoy mine."
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