Jane picked up the gray box and examined it, noticing the key hole on one side. It was light, not appearing to have much of anything in it. If it was clothing, it must not be a full set of clothes. She quickly tucked the gray box under her arm and hurried back to her desk, trying to avoid her co-workers. Stepping back into her office, she set down the box and sat back down, wondering how in the world she was going to get the locked box open, not that she was eager to do so. Logging back into her computer, she noticed that there was another blasted e-mail from Anonymous.
She pulled it open and read the message from her new blackmailer. There was apparently a key under the box, and that she was to enjoy the attire that he made for her.. she assumed it was a he, anyway, but the package was found in the women's room. Could it be a woman? Her head was spinning trying to figure out who was doing all of this.
She peeked under her desktop computer, and sure enough there was a small golden key that looked like it would fit perfectly in the lock. A frown formed on her thin, red lips as she stared at it. Finally, with a trembling hand she unlocked the box and opened it. On top of a silky black fabric, she saw a note and read it.
She was supposed to keep the box hidden until after work, leave by the back door, and make sure she was dressed before she got into the car. They'd be watching? They were here at work, maybe? Oh God, did she work with this blackmailer? But that would make sense. The key under the computer..the package left for her to find! She found herself looking around the office, trying to see if anyone was watching her, but they were all hunched over their computers doing their work!
With a flush of deep red, she saw the outfit that was in the box. Some kind of fetish maid outfit. She quickly put it back in the box, looking to see if anyone saw her with it, and placed it in a corner under her desk where no one would see it. Could she even wear that?? She.. she had to. It would be highly embarrassing, but at least her pictures wouldn't get out after she did this and she could pretend it all never happened. Surely her roommate would understand. Maybe she could say it was a dare from a girlfriend, or she picked it up for a costume party at work. Oh, that was it! A costume party for work.. she would go for that excuse.
She opened the e-mail program, and hit the reply button. "I'll do this to keep the picture from getting out, but you're no master of me. I have no intention of enjoying wearing this ridiculous get-up, but if it gets your juvenile, masochistic attention off of me, I'll do it. You are sick and need to get help."
She pressed the send button and felt better after venting some of her anger.
At the end of the work day, she leaned down to get the package and made her way to the bathroom. She peeked under the doors of the stalls to make sure that no one was in there, and placed the doorstop on the door to make it hard to open. She didn't want to be interrupted here. She unzipper her gray skirt and unbuttoned the side, letting it slide to the floor as she stepped out of it. Next, she unbuttoned her white blouse and folded it on top of the skirt. Standing in her white lace bra and pink, cotton panties she took a look again at the outfit, pulling it out of the box. There wasn't much to it at all. It looked like it would even barely fit.. she'd have to squeeze into it.. There wouldn't be a way to wear it with her bra and panties, either. Maybe a thong, but not what she was wearing. Groaning, she hooked the waistband of her panties and pulled them off before unclasping her bra as well. Nervously, she looked around still wanting to make sure there was no one there. Finally, she worked on squeezing her trim body into the tiny outfit.
After a few minutes, she was flushed from the effort but finally dressed. She eyed herself in the mirror and blushed hotter still, embarrassed at how she looked. Her breasts practically spilled out of the top of the corset-like top, making her actually breathe in shallow breaths unless they fell out altogether, possibly humiliating her even farther. She liked to be modest and professional.. she honestly had no idea what had gotten into her at that party. She had enjoyed a few drinks, some conversation, and then she was naked in a room of several men with, apparently, others watching and even taking pictures. Oh, if she had just skipped that party!!
The skirt was barely a skirt, hanging down just to the very top of her bottom. It was very tight, accenting her curves and she knew if she would bend over even a little, she was going to show far more of her body than she wanted to.
There was nothing for it, though.. she had no choice. At least this would all be over soon. With a deep blush and constantly looking around for anyone watching her, she walked carefully out to the back entrance of the building. She had to take small, mincing steps that made her hips swing lewdly while breathing shallow breaths, her arms only moving slightly to try and keep the outfit where it needed to be, and she was sure she looked like someone truly wanton. God, why was she doing this?
Going out the back entrance, she had to walk fully around the building in order to get to her car. She guessed this was where her blackmailers were watching her, so she couldn't cheat. She could never live with herself if those pictures got out. 'Just get through it. Just get through it,' she kept thinking as her heels clicked on the pavement.
Finally, she got in the car and climbed in, skirt riding high around her waist leaving her essentially unclothed below. She drove quickly, actively trying not to look at any of the other drivers that were bound to be getting a show, and with huge relief she pulled into the driveway, unlocking and entering the house. With any luck at all, Jake was upstairs and wouldn't see her at all. She stepped into the kitchen, prepared to race to her room to undress.
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