Payne Capital 08: Accountablebypaynecapital©
While the staff was busy bagging the discarded clothing from the sales team, I noticed the female bartenders were once again circulating among us with another tray of drinks. It occurred to me then that the light buzz from the first two rounds had worn off in all of the excitement, and I suspected the carefully calibrated alcohol on offer was to perhaps blunt otherwise natural inhibitions.
When they finally came to me, I happily downed the rum based drink and immediately felt it's warmth spread throughout my body.
But that warm glow was short lived and became instead ice shooting through my veins as I heard Robert call for "Finance".
All of my fantasies were distant memories. The terror had returned.
Along with my friends, I slowly walked to the front of the group and felt the full weight of every eye in the company bearing down on my body.
I felt just on the verge of panic, realizing I had to think fast now. I was still trying to figure out what to do without a bra when my inevitable time came. Unlike Brenda's small tits, I had a feeling mine would be too much for the thin cloth to effectively handle. But I didn't really have a choice, it seems unless Carolyn came to my rescue.
But if she did, someone, perhaps even her, would have to sacrifice a precious undergarment, leaving that unlucky person partially, or completely naked in the process. It was an all-consuming moral dilemma.
As Carolyn ushered the team to the front, she asked the guys to go first.
I was thankful for such small mercies, sparing me for a few more moments and giving me much needed time to think.
As for the older guys in the group, they really didn't put on much of a show as they stripped quickly down to their briefs.
There was nothing surprising. They looked like middle aged men, spare tires and all. That they worked so fast, in my imagination they seemed more focused on our forthcoming nudity than being self conscious about their own. Creeps.
Then I noticed Peter was still frozen in place. He would not make a move, seemingly terrified.
Carolyn whispered something in his ear and he just shook his head no staring intently into the ground at his feet.
So I was surprised when Carolyn waved me over. "Can you help Peter?" she whispered to me. "I think he's terrified that you'll judge him ." Then she leaned closer, "In case you're blind, he has a thing for you... Has for some time" as she gave me a wink.
Help Peter? How on Earth?
Forcing myself to think about his situation rather than my own, I wanted to reassure him but I didn't quite know how. Without any other ideas coming to mind and if he really had a 'thing' for me, I leaned in close and decided to be playful with him, whispering in his ear. "Do you want me to help you take things off?"
When that didn't get a response, I thought a playful threat might be more effective adding, "Before you answer, I should warn you, since my hands will be in the neighborhood, you know ... I might be tempted explore a bit in the process. And who knows what other garments might be sacrificed along the way to make that easier?"
Even in these crazy circumstances, he still had something to lose and wasted no time pulling his jeans off in a rush. It was rather obvious in the aftermath that Peter was pretty small. The shy guys always are, I suppose. I looked down and he looked down sheepishly and turned away from the group in embarrassment and I felt bad for him.
Carolyn then called on the older women in the group to go next saving us three amigos for last.
Mary was first, a 32 year old mother of two I later learned. She hesitated at first, not quite sure what to do as I wondered if she would ultimately balk.
But I was surprised when a steeled look came over her face and she grimly stripped down to her bra and panties. Unsurprisingly, they were conservative in cut and I didn't think she looked bad in them, even though it was obvious with the ravages of motherhood, she needed to get more exercise.
Lee Ann was next, an early 30's woman of Latina heritage. She was attractive as well, but always so very quiet in the office that I didn't know much about her circumstances. Tonight she was practically in tears.
Even with Carolyn trying to calm her down and encourage her, she simply couldn't bring herself to undo a single button. Finally she said "I'm sorry" in a low voice to Carolyn and in full tears cried that "she couldn't do it."
"I want to leave, I want to go home." came more plaintive cries. It seemed she was losing it, totally. An emotional wreck that tugged at my heart to see it.
Robert called out in response. "If you leave, you understand you'll be separated from the company?"
She seemed resolved to this fate and wiping the tears from her eyes, nodded yes.
"And you realize, your confidentiality agreement will have to be fully enforced? It's iron-clad." He added solemnly.
She again nodded yes, that she understood.
And with that, two of the larger male staff members quickly converged on her and briskly lead her away by the elbows, as though she were a convicted felon. As they led, or half dragged, her through a small door near the gate of the compound, the last image I have is her looking back at us over her shoulder, clearly fearful, as the door closed behind her.
We never saw her again.
Whatever else was intended, the example served as a deterrent of sorts. Her departure did not look like a graceful transition, whatever transpired behind closed doors.
I had to think twice about calling it quits now.
Carolyn was clearly ashamed that one of hers had dropped out and let us all down. She always spoke about teamwork and shared sacrifice and this was a disappointment. Even as embarrassing as it was for some of us like Peter, we are all in it together.
Carolyn quickly regrouped and nodded to Liz. Liz had just turned 30 and often wore baggy unflattering clothes around the office. As a result, nobody would have put her anywhere near the top 10 most attractive women of the company list.
But as she methodically discarded those same clothes, I was surprised how attractive she became once she got rid of them. Big breasted and a bit short at 5'2", her little surprise for us (aside from the previously hidden body) was a matching set of scarlet bra and panties that contrasted wonderfully with her light skin.
I could see the guys staring in appreciation of this unexpected hottie that had been hidden among them for years.
And Liz seemed attuned to their appreciation, as I noticed a slight smile escape her otherwise tightly controlled expression, as she gathered her discarded clothes and added them to the ever growing pile.
Unfortunately, Liz was the last of the 'older' women in the group and the time had come as intense focus fell on me and my two friends.
I had to fight back the knots in my stomach as we tried to decide who among us should go first since Carolyn was leaving that decision up to us.
Without a better idea, Adriana suggested rock-paper-scissors to decide. We all nodded our agreement and prepared ourselves for the first throw. My stomach churned knowing this could be it, but instead as we threw down, I was relieved to see Janice had lost and was quickly on the spot.
As she mentally prepared herself, I couldn't help but notice she really was a stunning little package. I could almost feel the anticipation building throughout the company, especially among the men. Unlike Adriana and me, she clearly was wearing a bra, a colored one easily visible beneath her white blouse. She also wore a short black skirt that was doing its part to show off an ample amount of leg.
She started with the skirt that slipped off easily, leaving the tails of her blouse draped over her colored panties, now visible along with the bra through the white material.
And there she paused.
I could tell she was torn between stripping quickly, in disgust or protest, or putting on a show. And we all knew the capacity for a show was there, since we were well aware of the effect she had on the men in the office, as was she. Effects she often put to use with a revealing outfit or a less than subtle flirt.
In the end, the inner tease won out as she slowly worked each button of the blouse loose from the top to the bottom, letting it hang open in the front to reveal the inner swell and cleavage of her bra-clad D cups as well as the front of her panties that were cut extremely low. So low in fact that I was pretty sure she must be shaved.
As she slowly, even seductively, peeled the blouse off her bare shoulders, the guys were in awe. Her modest bra was simply boiling over with cleavage while her panties, soaring high over each hip bone before plunging down in front, did a great job accentuating her fabulous legs.
But with the show over, she resumed her demeanor of disgust and quickly tossed her blouse onto the pile while scowling at the men who were practically salivating over the blonde.
It was down to Adriana or me as I felt the attention of the group turn our way.
Bracing myself for another round and the possible implications of losing, I threw a rock and Adriana threw scissors. While I let out small sigh of relief, Adriana gave me a devilish wink and turned to the team. I could see the effects of the alcohol taking hold even before she turned to the company.
And sure enough, she immediately made her intentions known as she quickly discarded the cloth that was to serve as her top by throwing onto the pile of clothes left by Janice, Liz and the rest of our team. In this way she let everyone know to get ready for a show.
Watching her prepare, I realized the sundress she wore was very slinky, as was her style, so as it turns out she was already showing off quite a bit of skin. Her shoulders were toned and bare with her long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail leaving little to conceal the perfectly pure olive skin of her neck, shoulders and upper back.
Those portions of her exposed body were about to be joined by areas not often seen in the office. And we had little doubt they were as pure, toned and unblemished as the rest of her.
She started by slipping both of the thin straps off her shoulders and began to slowly peel the dress down her upper body, exposing the tops of her ever swelling breasts bit by bit.
She was taking her time, driving everyone crazy in the process.
And then she paused just as the upper edge of the dress seemed about to descend across her nipples.
Even in the firelight you could begin to see the tops of her dark areolae peaking out from under the thin fabric.
The anticipation was killing us. We were so close and it was obvious she had no intention of covering herself in any way once the dress fell those final few inches.
And yet, she suddenly seemed to stop.
Perhaps having second thoughts, she reversed course, pulling the dress back up and onto her shoulders.
The men let out a discernible groan. Someone in the group even muttered "what the ...?!" after being denied like that.
I wondered, had she simply chickened out?
Apparently not as she slowly started again and let one strap fall, followed by the other off both shoulders. And then she let the dress go with both hands suddenly and dramatically, allowing the dress to free fall until it came to rest naturally, suspended from the tops of her pert breasts.
This was much like the state we were just denied.
Finally one of the sales guys had all he could take and yelled out, "Come on Adriana, stop teasing us already!" to quick agreement from the others.
But she clearly wanted them to earn it and was not yet done as she again pulled the dress back up over her shoulders. There was a near riot throughout sales and it was now obviously deliberate.
Changing course, she grabbed the hem of the dress which barely fell below her butt anyway and lifted it up over her waist. Of course, considering the short dress, her long olive skinned legs were already in ample view with the dress on, but the crowd appreciated the fact that she was wearing naturally toned panties that perfectly matched her skin, so that at first she looked bottomless. I think a few in the crowd thought she had gone commando in fact, judging from the audible gasps that escaped before realizing she still had panties on.
Adriana then inched the dress higher and higher exposing a long thin and well toned abdomen. Higher still until the bottoms of her breasts were in full view. Still higher until the entire dress bunched together and just covered the bottom of her nipples.
And she paused yet again.
Silence and anticipation fell over the crowd sensing the time was near.
And then she let it happen.
She pulled the dress quickly up and over her head while doing nothing at all to hide her tits. Both breasts jiggled briefly as the dress pulled them upwards and then both seemed to defy gravity as they settled back into their natural position, each standing straight out from her chest, perfect and pert.
She stood topless and facing the company for a full 10 seconds. With the firelight glinting off her pierced nipples.
I was expecting cheers from the guys, but it was more like stunned silence and awe as their eyes poured over the young Italian. I even caught sight of Robert off to the side, intently watching with a slight smile playing across his face. Perhaps appreciating that he had won this round with her on transparency and openness despite the earlier combativeness.
Finally, she slowly bent down and picked up her "native attire" off the pile of clothes.
I guess she was going to put it on after all, that tease.
But never satisfied with conventional attire, she accentuated her look by folding the cloth it half, lengthwise, (to less than 2 inches in width) and pulled it tight across her nipples. Doubling the fabric and pulling it tight drew far more attention to her breasts than if she had simply remained topless. The now rope-like material nearly sliced her breasts in half and created 'horizontal' as well as vertical 'cleavage'.
And now the cloth was barely wide enough to cover her areolae and required constant adjustment to keep perfectly positioned. Oblivious to the inevitable nip slips, she remained a veritable hit with the guys, especially the sales team and Jason.
Stripped as they were to their underwear, none could hide (or bothered to hide) the healthy erections many, including Jason, now had after that little show. Peeling my eyes off of Adriana for a moment, I realized he looked every bit the man I imagined he would be in that state.
I could tell Adriana was also well aware of his response, but she played it cool, though I could clearly see her plotting some moves for the evening ahead.
In my experience, she definitely had the body to make those moves as I had seen many times before.
And being undressed like this would only consolidate her power over the guys, and she knew it.
But those thoughts would have to wait. Now it was my turn. The moment I had been dreading.
I was simply not as confident as Adriana or the marketing chicks, I only wanted to get this over with and the last thing on my mind was to impress or put on a show.
I tried to 'plead my case' as Megan had done, by testing the material that was to cover my breasts and demonstrating how utterly inadequate it was. I looked up at Carolyn with the most pathetic face I could muster, hoping she might choose to intervene.
Would she ditch her own bra or perhaps suggest that Adriana drop her top, for all the good it was doing her? I doubted she would ask any of the men to go naked on my behalf, but the thought was amusing if far from rewarding in the sense that Cal's 'sacrifice' was.
But then I realized the problem.
Robert's rules said everyone has to take something off. I wouldn't be allowed to keep my entire dress on because, unlike Megan, I wasn't wearing pants. Something has to go and that 'something' was my sundress, plain and simple.
There would be no salvation. I was indeed, stuck.
I thought again about leaving, if only for a moment. But the terror of Lee Ann being hauled away, and the disappointment on Carolyn's face forced me to accept my fate.
I looked around the Finance team for support and saw Peter nodding his head in encouragement as I had encouraged him to face his fears.
With that I gritted my teeth and peeled both shoulder straps off, letting my dress hang naturally off the tops of my breasts. Not quite sure how to make the next move, I simply decided get the dress out of the picture by cupping my breasts with one arm and peeling the dress out from under with my free hand.
As the dress fell down my narrow hips and onto the ground, I quickly brought the other arm up and crossed both over my now naked tits, cupping the front of each breast in one hand. Each palm squarely planted over a corresponding nipple.
I felt terribly exposed, standing topless in front of the entire company. And I realized as well that my panties were not selected this morning with even the remotest possibility that I would be showing them off.
Much to my mortification, I realized the pair was among the more tantalizing in my collection, the ones usually reserved for those special nights back in my carefree days of college, back when I had a steady boyfriend.
On top of that I also realized holding my arms and hands across and under my tits pushed up then into a bulging mass of cleavage. I had to be quite a site.
In my embarrassment, I couldn't face the stares of many eyes watching me contemplate my next move.
Instead, I bent down to pick up my wrap, leaving my breasts covered as best I could with my free arm. As I stood back up, I didn't see how I could put it on without flashing all of my co-workers. Adriana and Brenda had been unconcerned and happily topless for a moment as the put theirs on. I didn't have that kind of courage and was again mortified, cursing my wardrobe selection for what seemed like the 100th time his evening.
Sensing Robert's impatience at my hesitance, I transferred the cloth to the hand and arm that was covering both breasts. And while holding it with both hands, I was just able to draw the fabric across both of my nipples as I pulled each end of the strip around to my back.
This left my breasts exposed save for that thin inadequate strip of cloth. Looking down at the results, as I had feared, there was a substantial amount of visible breast above and below the strip. Furthermore, my nipples were easily poking through the thinness of the cloth, clearly visible and compounding the effect. My cleavage now went all the down to Florida.
But, I realized the quicker I got this thing tied, the sooner I would be out from under the company spotlight.
Yet that was proving difficult.
The cloth was too short and pulling it tighter caused my breasts to bulge even more above and below the thing. And then horror of horrors, I couldn't for the life of me get the knot tied, blind as it was behind my back.
I struggled with it for what seemed an eternity, knowing everyone was staring at my breasts as I did so. The pressure was such I was near the verge of tears until I felt a pair of hands on my back, helping me.
I looked back at Peter making quick work of the bow knot I had struggled to tie.
I whispered at 'thank you' to him as he stepped away, presenting me to the company.
I reflexively placed my hands back over my 'covered' tits which drew a swift rebuke from Robert, so I lowered them back to my sides and lowered my head.
There were cheers and claps that only further embarrassed me as I tried to ignore the grotesque exposure of my breasts not to mention my crotch. I stared at the ground , wistfully at the clothes that once covered me as the staff gathered up the entire pile and stuffed them in the trash bag.