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Part 2
The next day when Karen and Angie arrived I gave Karen the nod and, as arranged, put a £20 note partly on view in my desk top-drawer. I then retired to the print room, which had a good view over my desk area. I had previously lowered the Venetian blinds and angled the slats to offer a good view from inside the room, but little or no view into the room from the office floor. I could therefore see what Karen and Angie were doing without much chance of them seeing me.
Karen made sure to clean the desks away from mine to ensure that it was Angie who approached my desk to clean. Angie started to tidy things around and then spotted the money. At first she took a quick look up to see where Karen was and then closed the drawer a little. She was being careful not to take it when Karen was around. Karen, cleverly, moved away still further to the other side of the office floor. At this point Angie dusted my desk top and then very quickly slid my drawer open, grabbed the money, and half closed the drawer again. I wanted to rush out but kept my cool. I needed her to put it in her pocket to make sure I had her. Sure enough, having had a further quick glance to make sure Karen hadn't noticed, Angie stuffed the money into her jean's pocket.
I immediately walked out of the print room and sat straight down at my desk. Angie was by this time a few paces away and started for the door, obviously surprised at my entry. I acted immediately.
"Angie," I said, "can you come back here a minute please."
Angie turned around and confidently walked back to my desk. She was very cool.
"I think you may have something of mine there!" I said.
"Like what?" she replied gruffly.
"Like some money from my desk."
"Don't be stupid! Why should I have money from your desk, for God's sake?!" she responded.
"Because Angie," I said summoning as much authority as I could, "I saw you take it. You took it from my top drawer and placed it in your jean pocket which is exactly where it will be now if we look."
"Fuck off!" she said as quietly as possible, obviously hoping not to attract Karen's attention.
"I don't think so Angie. I saw it all and I can recognise the money you took because I happened to jot a word onto it earlier."
Angie started to look a little worried. "Listen," she said, "don't let Karen know. I'm sorry and I'll give it back. I won't ever do it again. Honest!"
"Not good enough!" I shouted loud enough to make her jump. "Karen, come over here please," I shouted across the office.
Karen duly came over.
"Karen," I continued, "sadly I have to tell you that I have caught your friend here stealing from my desk and I want you to witness what happens next."
I turned to Angie and said, "Take the money out of your top left jean pocket and pass it to Karen." Angie did as instructed. "Now Karen, unfold the note and you will see the word 'Oracle' written in the bottom left corner in red ink. Correct?"
Karen looked at the note and confirmed what I had said.
I continued, "So Angie, Karen has witnessed that you are a thief. What is your response?"
Angie, looking quickly back and forth between myself and Karen, started to stutter, "I really don't steal. I'm not a thief. It was just there and I just took it, and... and ...."
"Shut up!" I shouted. "Stop trying to excuse yourself."
"Well, what are you going to do? If you report me I'll at least lose my job and if the police are involved I may even go to court. I can't have that. The shame for my family...."
I interrupted her again and told her that I might be persuaded not to report her.
"You'd let me off?" she asked.
"I didn't say that! I said I might not report you, but there has to be a deal."
She enquired what I meant by a deal.
"Let's be straight here Angie," I said. "Today I caught you thieving, but do you know that yesterday I caught you doing something else?" Before she had a chance to respond I continued, "Yesterday, Angie, I saw both you and Karen in the toilet and everything you did."
She looked horrified and turned to Karen for support. Karen just stared her straight in the eye.
"The deal is, Angie, that I will not report your thieving and in return you will submit yourself to both myself and Karen to do with as we see fit. Further, you will swear not to say anything to Karen's husband about her recent affair. Do you clearly understand?"
Angie again looked at Karen, realising that Karen had obviously told me something of what had been going on between them both.
"Fuck off! I'm not doing what she says," replied Angie sneering at Karen.
"Fine!" I responded. "I'll call your employer and then the police!"
Angie just went silent and was obviously considering her position. "Okay, okay," she said quietly, "I'll do it. I don't have any frigging choice, do I... you bastards!"
"Just like I didn't!" said Karen, speaking for the first time.
I turned to Karen and asked her what Angie's first punishment should be.
Karen responded, "I think we should take things slowly. Make her sweat a little more each day!" she said as if Angie wasn't even there. "For today, Angie, you will continue your work, but in the nude!"
"Fuck off!" shouted Angie, again.
"No Angie!" I cut in, "you do as Karen instructs or I pick up the phone. And let me remind you that I won't tolerate you arguing the point every time Karen issues an instruction. Now strip!"
Angie took a last look at Karen, hoping to be let off, but Karen simply repeated the instruction, "Strip!"
At this Angie slowly started to unbutton her blouse and took it off. This was followed by her trainers and her jeans which she very slowly pulled down to her ankles and stepped out off, covering her crotch with her hands as she did so.
"Now the bra and panties!" said Karen sternly.
Angie did as she was told and removed her underwear. She stood before us now stark naked and trying to cover herself as best she could.
"No use being coy Angie," I said. "Now go about your work while Karen and I watch you."
With that Karen fetched a coffee for herself and me and then sat beside me. We both watched in silence as Angie started about her chores. Her tits gently bobbing around and her pussy being beautifully exposed to our view every time she bent down to pick things up and empty bins.
I turned to Karen and asked her if she wanted Angie to do anything else this time.
"No, not this time. I want to take this real slow and enjoy it each evening. Mark my words, she will do all sorts for us by the time I've got even with her, but for tonight her humiliation is enough. As for yourself, please feel free to wank whilst you watch. That's the least you deserve for delivering Angie to me!"
Angie had heard the whole conversation, but said nothing.
I wasn't going to miss this opportunity and dropped by trousers and shorts. For the second evening running I was wanking openly in the office, but this time seeing Angie 'perform', the tables having been totally switched in Karen's favour.
I pulled my cock slowly and steadily for a few minutes whilst Karen watched and Angie paraded herself. Then, when I was nearing orgasm, Karen called Angie over and told her to stand in front of me. Karen then took hold of my cock for the final few pumps and made me start to spurt. She directed my cum onto Angie's thighs and drained the very last drop from me with pump after pump. My spunk was running down Angie's legs onto her feet. Once spent, I started to get re-dressed while Karen ordered Angie to clean up my mess.
Once cleaned up, Angie was told to dress herself and make sure she was ready for tomorrow!
"What will I have to do tomorrow?" she asked.
"You'll see," said Karen.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 3
