Temping 2
Two
more Temping jobs that I did recently that Jon told me to write about: -
The first was at
the offices of a large company where some of the staff come into contact with
the public. As a result all staff have to wear a uniform. In some respects the
men were lucky as they have to wear white shirts, tie and charcoal trousers. I
say ‘in some respects’ because I wouldn’t like to be trussed up like that
all day.
The women were
both lucky and unlucky as well. Their summer uniform is a hideous silk like
dress that goes down to the ankles. It fastens with buttons all down the front.
When I first saw the uniform I hoped that because I would only be there for 3
weeks I wouldn’t have to wear one. Now I was glad that I did.
Looking at the
medium size I asked if they had an XS. They didn’t, so I had to settle for the
smallest that they had - medium. Most of the women there are grossly over weight
so they didn’t hold stocks of small or extra small. I went to the toilet and
put it on. It was horrible. The only good thing that I could think of at the
time was that it was very thin and felt good against my naked body.
It wasn’t long
before I realised that I could do a bit of teasing. Part of my job involved
getting people to sign papers, most of them men. After a while one of the men
asked me to point out where he had to sign. I didn’t have a clue, not wanting
to look too thick I bent over his desk and looked at the document. Where he had
to sign was very obvious and as I looked up to tell him I saw where he was
looking. The top of my oversized dress was hanging down and he had a great view
of my little tits. My nipples got even harder. I let him look for a few more
seconds before playing along with his game and showing him where to sign.
By the end of the
day nearly all of the men had ‘forgotten’ where to sign. Of course I
positioned myself so that they’d get the best view and I always took my time
finding where to sign.
Every couple of hours I had to go to the toilet and relieve the pressures that were building up in my pussy.
The second Temp
job was delivering Sandwiches to Offices. For 4 weeks I had this little van and
worked for 5 hours a day. Fortunately I didn’t have to wear a uniform, I was
just told to be ‘smart’.
One of the offices
that I delivered to was a big room with about 20 men working at desks. Most of
them were very friendly and chatty. One of them was VERY chatty, cheeky,
confident and sexist. On the fourth day that I was there while I was near him he
was telling one of his mates about a film that he’d seen where there was a
naked waitress. He asked me I would deliver the sandwiches in the nude. Of
course I said no, but didn’t move away and he asked again. This time I
hesitated but again said no.
That night I told
Jon about it and he told me to do it if I was asked again
The next day he
did ask again. This time I said, “What’s in it for me?” That caught him by
surprise but he soon recovered and told me that he’d sort something out and
get back to me.
When I went in on
the Monday he was waiting for me outside the door with £50 in his hand. He told
me that I’d get £50 each day that I delivered in the nude. Well, what was I
to say. Twenty men ogling at me as I walked in amongst them. Just what a girl
like me loves. I hesitated a bit then said, “Okay.”
“Right then,
strip off,” he said. I looked at him then took my top and then my skirt off.
As my skirt came off he said, “I thought so.” When I asked what he was
talking about, he told me that he’d just won a bet as to whether or not I wore
knickers.
We went in and 20
sets of eyes looked over to me as the door opened and word spread. Wow, what a
feeling. My nips were rock hard, my pussy lips were swollen and I got wetter and
wetter as I slowly walked round dropping off the sandwiches.
I carried the
sandwiches in a basket and had to put it on the floor each time I stopped and
had to check the sheets for each order and then bend over again to get the right
sandwich out. When I’m working I normally bent over in a very lady like way,
but since I was naked, and they wanted to see my body, I started bend at the
waist. This gave them a great view of my ass and pussy and got me wetter as
well.
Only about a dozen
of the men had ordered sandwiches so I didn’t have to go to all the desks. It
took me twice as long to deliver to that office that day and when I’d finished
the cheeky man gave me my skirt and top back and said, “same again
tomorrow”. I smiled at him and said, “okay”. When I got back into the van
I just had to take a break and relieve the pressure in my pussy.
When I went into
work the next day my boss asked me what I’d been doing at that particular
office because the order had nearly doubled. I just said that it must be my
natural charm and got on with my work.
When I got to that
office I looked at the sheets and saw what my boss meant. I guessed that all the
men must have left their packed lunches at home. There was no way that I could
get all those sandwiches into my basket for one trip, I’d have to do it in two
trips. I moved the little van as close to the door as possible and looked
around. Fortunately the office was away from a busy street so I reckoned that
I’d be able to get away with coming back down to the van for the second load
whilst still naked.
The cheeky man was
waiting for me at the door again. I started to go into the office and the man
asked me if I’d forgotten something. I just looked at him with a puzzled look
on my face. “The clothes!” he said. I smiled at him, put my basket down and
stripped. I gave him my clothes, turned away from him and bent at the waist to
pick up the basket. Inside 20 pairs of eyes were waiting for me. As I started my
round, most of them got on with their work, but some of the men never took their
eyes off me until I left.
I took my time
delivering the sandwiches as I got more and more excited.
When my basket was
empty I went to the door to go back to the van. The cheeky man was there and
offered me my clothes. I told him that I would leave them there and just
‘brave it’. He said that he’d come with me ‘just in case’.
When I opened the outside door I had a quick look around. As I’d suspected there was no one around so I went over to the van and opened the back doors. I deliberately leaned into the van to fill up the basket again knowing that Mr Cheeky would be taking in the scenery.
I earned a lot of
money those 3 weeks. Each day after I’d been there I would park the van in a
quiet place and frig myself to relieve the pressure. The rest of the days were
almost a repeat of the first except for: -
One man in his
thirties who was walking about the office, put his hand on my left tit as he
passed me. I said, “look only, you’re not paying for touching.”
One day a Postman
was delivering to the office and arrived as I was loading my basket for the
second time. When he saw me he stopped in his tracks and when I walked him he
said, “I wish the post office offered a special delivery service like that.”
“It’s not cheap,” I said.
On the weekend
before the last week I put my pussy lips rings back in. You should of seen the
face of the cheeky man as I bent over in front of him. He was lost for words.
I didn’t tell them when it was my last day, but I took a French Stick in with me and just after I delivered the last lunch I jumped up on a desk and rubbed the French Stick between my legs then pushed it in. I had to do it quick before it got all soggy.
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