Heather's Last Day

"No deal," Heather snapped back, "I want every stitch you’re wearing."

"Please, not here" Miss Grey pleaded, now it was her turn to beg and she did not like it."

"Right here, this instant," Heather ordered making the most of her new found power over her former boss. "or you’ll never see your shop records again."

Miss Grey hung her head in defeat, she knew there was no way out of this and she put her shopping down on the ground and then dropped her shoulder bag next to it. With shaking hands she began to remove her business suit jacket and as she slipped it off her arms Heather said, "Put all the clothes on the car bonnet for now"; so dejectedly Miss Grey did so.

Now it was her turn to look around nervously as she kicked off her shoes and then reached up under her skirt and with some difficulty wriggled her tights down over her hips. Bending over she pulled then down to her ankles and then off of her feet before placing them on the car bonnet. Heather watched with a trace of amusement as clearly she was removing first the garments that exposed her the least. Maybe she was hoping Heather wouldn’t make her go all the way, but it was a vain hope. Miss Grey then looked around again before undoing the waist of her skirt and stood there holding it up until Heather prompted her from behind the litter bin to "Get on with it"

Miss Grey then allowed the skirt, to fall to the ground revealing her slender lightly tanned legs in the process. Stepping out of it and then picking it up to place on the car bonnet she managed not to reveal her knickers due to the length of her blouse. She stopped again at this point, bare feet on the tarmac and looked round carefully before starting to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once they were all done she undid the cuff buttons and then took it off to leave her in just bra and panties. As the blouse landed on the car Heather tried to stifle a giggle as Miss Grey’s underwear was revealed to the world. Heather had always imagined that her former boss would wear very plain old fashioned underwear beneath her business suits yet her disrobing now left her displaying a bright red matching set of very skimpy lace trimmed silk bra and knickers. To Heather they seemed somewhat out of character for this prim and proper woman.

Miss Grey was now extremely nervous, things had gone badly wrong for her, the humiliation of Heather had been great but now the tables were turned her stomach was churning.

"Can I keep these?" she begged of Heather in a last ditch attempt to keep her bra and panties.

"NO!" Heather answered in a commanding voice, " you stripped me, now its your turn."

Miss Grey knew she had no choice, and as her face burned red with embarrassment she undid and removed her bra which made her small pert breasts start to jiggle as she did so. Placing the garment on the car bonnet she then pulled her knickers down and off and hurriedly put them on the car bonnet before almost immediately crouching down behind her car. Heather wasted no time and came out from behind the bin and over to the front of the car. She picked up Miss Grey’s clothes and began to put them on. In a matter of minutes she was attired in the business suit that her former boss had been wearing a few moments earlier, it was a size too big but fitted quite well and was far better than being naked. The bra she had decided was of little use to her, Miss Grey was considerably less well developed in that area than she was, so once she had put the shoes on, which were also a size too big, she went and put it in the bin. A feeling of triumph filled as she casually strolled back over to the car and walked round to the side where Miss Grey was cowering.

She looked down at the naked woman and gloated. Miss Grey was on her knees, arms across her chest looking down at the tarmac, her long black hair hung down obscuring her face.

"Not very nice being stripped is it?" Heather asked

"No," Miss Grey replied in a whisper without looking up.

"No indeed," Heather continued, "And I think you deserve to be left here like you were going to do to me."

This caused Miss Grey to look up in fear

"N..n..oooo!" she howled which made Heather laugh.

"Why not?" Heather asked enjoying every second of Miss Grey begging on her knees.

"Y.yy. you can’t, I mean, woul… please," Miss Grey stammered close to panic.

"Of course I wouldn’t," Heather relented watching relief flood across Miss Grey’s face, "You can ride in the boot."

Miss Grey was about to protest but then thought better of it and under Heather’s direction she climbed into the boot and was still trying to get her naked body comfortable as the tailgate was slammed shut. Heather looked round briefly just to see if anybody had noticed what was happening but there was still nobody near so she walked over to where Miss Grey had put down her bags. Picking up the shoulder bag Heather rummage in it until she found a bunch of keys. She soon identified the car key and picking up Miss Grey’s shopping made her way to the car. Despite the boot being open the doors were still locked so she unlocked them with the key and threw the bags across onto the passenger seat. But then instead of getting in she crouched down and reached under the car. Several minutes later she had retrieved all Miss Grey’s business records from their hiding place under the car and put them on the back seat. Now it was her who was humming contentedly as she got in and in a short space of time was driving out of the supermarket car park.

Heather's Last Day Part 3

As Heather drove towards her home she stopped humming as the feeling of triumph began to fade and she started to wonder what to do next. She had successfully turned the tables on Miss Grey, now locked naked in her car boot, but didn’t know what her next move was going to be. As she wracked her brains it occurred to her that Miss Grey had fully intended to leave her stranded naked at the supermarket and she began to feel more than a little bit angry. Then she got stuck in the last of the evening traffic which always made her angry so by the time she turned onto the road that crossed the local park she was in a particularly foul mood. Half way across the Park which was more of a Common, due to there being very few trees, she saw the large car park that was provided for recreational purposes. At weekends it was usually full of families out for walks, people exercising their dogs and so on but on a dark mid week evening it was empty. A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Heather and she swung the car sharp left into the car park and then drove to the corner furthest from the road where she stopped and turned off the engine. She was about to get out when she saw Miss Grey’s shopping on the seat next to and out of some strange sort of curiosity she could not resist seeing what was in it. Picking it up she opened it and saw that it contained only a loaf of bread, some eggs and a large bag of flour. Heather became annoyed again, Miss Grey had deliberately left her in the supermarket car park and spent ages in the shop just to humiliate her further.

"The bitch," she muttered as she opened the car door, got out, and strode purposely round to the rear of the car. Pulling the tailgate up she looked into back of the car and saw Miss Grey lying there illuminated only by the small boot light.

"Heather!" Miss Grey began.

"Shut up," Heather snapped, "And get out of the car."

"Please Heather," Miss Grey whined, "Can I have some clothes?"

"No you can’t, Miss Grey," Heather replied curtly, "There’s only one set and I’m keeping them."

"Oh!" Miss Grey moaned

"And while I remember," Heather continued, "You can call me Miss Graham from now on," Heather smiled as Miss Grey nodded in acknowledgement.

"Good," she added and then a thought struck her. "What’s your first name? Calling you Miss Grey seems a little inappropriate in your current situation."

"Susan," Miss Grey whispered, somewhat fearful of Heather.

"Right then, Susan, get out of this car."

Miss Grey slowly and stiffly extracted herself from the car boot and finally stood in front of Heather. Despite the near darkness she still tried to cover herself as she looked about.

"Where are we, Heath… I mean Miss Graham?" she corrected herself.

"In the middle of the park, Susan," Heather answered making sure she emphasized the name Susan. After all she had never know Miss Grey’s first name all the time she had worked for her.

"Why are we h.. h.. here," Miss Grey stuttered knowing that she was not going to like the answer.

"Because this is as far as you're going by car," Heather told her.

"NO!" Miss Grey cried and dropped to her knees in front of Heather.

"Yes," Heather answered amused by the desperate look on her face. "You can walk from here, I take it you know the way to my house?"

Miss Grey pleaded and begged. "You can’t make me walk to your house naked," she wailed and started to cry. Normally Heather would have felt some sympathy, but the naked, tearful woman grovelling in front of her had earlier stripped her and then planned to leave her naked at the supermarket. Miss Grey would have shown her no mercy if she hadn’t managed to gain the upper hand so she had no intention of letting her off the hook now. Heather looked down.

"Shut up and listen," she ordered and Miss Grey still sniffing gazed up at her through tearful eyes, "and don’t interrupt!" she finished.

A small moan came from Miss Grey before Heather went on.

"You walk to my flat where I will leave your car, and business records, outside, I’ll leave the keys on top of the driver's side front tyre so you don’t have to come knocking. Understand?"

"Yes Miss Graham," Miss Grey replied and then added more desperately,

"Please can I have something to wear? Anything, please."

"Anything?" Heather teased her

"Yes anything," Miss Grey nodded in agreement.

"Hang on a second," Heather replied and went round to the passenger side of the car as Miss Grey’s hopes soared that she might get some clothing after all. Heather returned moments later carrying the shopping bag. Miss Grey still on her knees watched in puzzlement as Heather put the bag on the car roof and took out the eggs. She opened the carton took one out and quick as a flash broke it over Miss Grey’s head.

"Noo" Miss Grey squealed as the raw egg ran down her hair. She instinctively put her hands on her head and they of course got covered as well.

"Please, stop!" Miss Grey begged as the second egg broke over her head closely followed by the third. She shook her head wildly which just spread the goo further. By the time the sixth and last had been broken over Miss Grey the raw eggs were running down her body and she didn’t help matters by trying, in a futile effort, to wipe them off with her hands. In actual fact all she succeeded in doing was to spread it even more as she howled, "You cow."

"Language," Heather tutted, as she picked up the bag of flour and without Miss Grey seeing, moved up wind of her She then ripped opened the packet and emptied the contents over the forlorn Miss Grey’s head and quickly stepped back as the flour settled.

Miss Grey screamed in horror as the flour stuck to all the raw egg on her body.

"Oh god," she cried and shook her head causing more of the flour to fall and coat her body, "You rotten fucking bitch."

This momentarily startled Heather as she looked down at the flour and egg covered Miss Grey, she had never heard her swear before.

"Well, you wanted something to wear," she laughed as Miss Grey began to struggle to her feet. Heather slipped by her and got into the car; quickly starting the engine she spun the wheel and headed back to the main road.

"Don’t forget" she called, "I’ll leave the car outside my flat," and drove off

"Come back," Miss Grey cried and tried to run after the car. But she stopped, knowing it was hopeless, and watched in despair as it joined the traffic and disappeared. Miss Grey, who had started the day as a confident well dressed business woman was now dumped naked, covered in flour and eggs in the middle of a park. She sank to the ground and beat the car park with her fists in frustration.

Miss Grey knelt there for about ten minutes by which time she had regained her composure and to some extent her clinical business mind so as she finally hauled herself to her feet she was able to assess her situation. She reckoned it was about two miles to Heather’s flat, about a mile through the park and another mile through a housing estate. The first bit was easy, it being dark and there was unlikely to be anybody else in the park, whilst the second half through the estate she didn’t fancy at all. She also considered what she was going to do about getting even with Heather but then concluded that she, herself, had started the events that led to her being in this mess. Therefore she decided the beat course of action was to get to her car, get dressed and go home. Once there she could get cleaned up and forgetting all about Heather would probably be for the best.

She set off across the park, keeping some distance from the still moderately busy main road. She made good progress, although she frequently winced or cursed as her bare feet came into contact with a rock or twig. Being a dark cloudy night she couldn’t see very well but knew that conversely nobody would be able to see her. It was only as she approached the edge of the park that she started to become self conscious and involuntarily started to crouch more as she walked and cover herself with her hands and arms. As she got close to the road at the edge of the park Miss Grey realized she had come out at more or less the right place, she recognized the corner shop where one had to turn to get to Heather’s flat. A car pulled away from it as she watched and even several minutes later there was no other sign of activity so she decided it was now or never. She moved closer to the road and the shop until she was hiding behind the last tree there was and only about 50 yards away. Still nothing seemed to be happening so she took a deep breath and came out from behind the tree. She adopted a crouching sort of run with an arm across her breasts but had barely covered 15 yards when she tripped over something and fell head first into a pile of leaves. Miss Grey quickly regained her feet, only to find she now had dead leaves stuck to her as well as flour and eggs. She cursed Heather as she ran.

She reached the edge of the park and was half way across the road when to her horror two youths walked out of the shop. She stopped dead in a tracks right in the middle of the road, frozen to the spot, almost like a deer caught in car headlights. She stood there motionless watching the youths as they opened the tins of beer they had just bought. Both in jeans and tee shirts with close cropped hair they were not the types Miss Grey would have wanted to tangle with even if she was fully clothed One of the youths raised his tin and tipped his head back to take a swig but as he did he caught sight of the naked flour covered women stood in the road. He stopped dead and stared which resulted in him pouring a fair proportion of the contents of his tin down his front. He thought he must be seeing things at first but the damp feeling down his tee shit brought him to his senses and he nudged his mate without taking his eyes off of Miss Grey. The nudge caused the other youth to spill his beer.

"What the fu…." he shouted and then stopped as he saw Miss Grey.

At this point Miss Grey instinctively decided it was time to go and took to her heels and ran. The two youths immediately gave chase, they didn’t really know why, it just seemed the right thing to do and after all it wasn’t every day you came across a naked woman. Miss Grey ran as fast as she could she ran down several roads turning the corners at the end of them in an attempt to lose her pursuers. She could hear them calling after her which just spurred her on and it wasn’t long before the cries began to get fainter Eventually she dodged into a garden and hid behind a hedge. Gasping for breath she tried not to make too much noise whilst at the same time listening for the youths. Fortunately for her they were two hopelessly unfit specimens and had given up the chase several minutes before Miss Grey came to a halt. Once she was convinced they were not following she carefully came out from her hiding place and looked around. Anxiety began to gnaw at her as she made her way to the end of the road she was in and looked for the name of it. She found it and read it with ever growing despair. "Bristol Avenue" it said and it dawned on Miss Grey that she had no idea where she was. She knew the way to Heather’s house from the shop but that was it, she had been so preoccupied with losing the youths she had taken no notice whatsoever of where she was going. She decided to retrace her steps to the shop thinking that she would be able to find her way back from there so she set off in what she thought was the right direction.

Seconds later a car appeared and she quickly crouched down behind a parked van until it had passed. Miss Grey never got to the shop, for two hours she trailed around the streets not really knowing where she was, frequently hiding from passing cars and occasionally even having to avoid the odd pedestrian. She was tired cold and hungry and her feet were very sore when she came to yet another road end. Mournfully she looked for its name, "Clifford Road" her half numb brain registered as she started to cross to carry on along the road she was already on. Then it struck her and she looked again just to be sure, "Clifford Road", that was where Heather lived!

With renewed vigour she set off down the road looking for her car, knowing that Heather lived in about the middle. Miss Grey had never felt so relieved as when she spied her car parked outside Heather’s house. She ran up to the car and crouching down went round to the drivers side front wheel arch where she felt on top of the tyre. This was where Heather had said she would leave the keys and it was a relief when she felt them. She grabbed them and still crouching opened the car door before slipped inside. Before pulling the door shut she had a quick look round the interior whilst the light was still on.

"Shit!" she said out loud to herself when she realized that Heather hadn’t left her clothes. Pulling the door closed she toyed with the idea of going up to Heather’s flat to see if she could persuade Heather to give her them back. Then she thought it was unlikely Heather would so instead she put the key in the ignition and started the engine, driving home nude would not be that bad and in her state she would ruin any clothes anyway.

Heather looked out of her window when she heard the engine start and remained there as the Miss Grey drove off. She then turned round and picked up the mobile phone she had found in Miss Grey’s bag. She dialled a three digit number and a few seconds later said "Police".

A short pause followed as she was connected before she continued, "Hello, I wish to report a car that has just been stolen…………………."

The End