Revenge - Chapter 4 – Part 1 of 2

Revenge

By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 – Part 1 of 2

Steve woke up earlier than usual.  The problems he had been through the day before were still weighing heavily on his mind.  He was only surprised he had been able to sleep at all.  When he opened his medicine cabinet, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the bottle of red nail polish once again on the shelf – right next to the bottle of remover he had bought and thrown away.  He still hadn’t figured out how any of it was happening.  He was seriously beginning to believe in magic, or voodoo, because that’s more like what it seemed had happened to his body last night at the gym.  Someone else was controlling him like a voodoo doll.  He made a mental note to look into that further. 

After he shaved though, it was time to make his big decision.  Should he wear the panties and stockings like Monica had demanded, or should he just blow her off and call her bluff?  Would she really tell everybody?  The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that she would tell.  His reputation in the company would be ruined…not to mention that he’d probably never be able to date any of the women there again.  “Shit!” he exclaimed out loud as he resigned himself to having to do it. 

He finally reached into his drawer and pulled out the overly frilly panties.  They felt light and smooth against his skin as he put them on.  The stockings were next.  He sat on the bed and struggled awkwardly to draw them up his legs.  They felt incredibly smooth and soft…and embarrassing.  It took him several tries to figure out how to attach them to the garter belt properly.  He silently thanked the women he had dated in the past who had worn the sexy things for him.  Without them, he never would have figured it out.

His new underwear felt odd to him.  He quickly covered up the stockings with a pair of heavy socks to make sure nobody would see them.  How could he have gone out before and not even known he wasn’t wearing socks?  Black magic – of course. 

Finally dressed in his own clothes on top, he surveyed himself in the mirror.  He didn’t feel much like smiling or admiring himself this time.  He dreaded too much the day ahead of him.  At least nobody could see what he was wearing underneath.  He turned toward the door and left for work.

Despite how busy he was in the office, he couldn’t stop dwelling on the overly feminine underwear he was wearing, and even more so on the strange things that had been happening to him.  Should he call Monica?  Or should he wait until she called him?  He finally decided that he was going to put it off as long as he could.

But Monica called him late in the morning.  “Oh Steeevie…” she said into the phone in a taunting sing-song voice.  “You haven’t called.  Are you avoiding me?”
Steve swallowed hard.  “Uh…not really, I’ve just been busy here.”

“Listen Stevie, I’m sure you’re not too busy to come down and see me for a few minutes.  “Are you?”

“Now?” Steve asked, hoping it could wait.

“Now!” Monica replied sternly. 

“Ummm…let me see if I can get away.”

“Now!” Monica repeated.  “Or would you like me to arrange to have some of the other girls with me when you come down later?”

“No, no!” Steve replied quickly.  “I’m on my way.”

He hung up the phone and made his way down toward the shipping room, thinking all the way down about what a bitch Monica was!  It was all so stupid!

When he got to the shipping department, Monica was waiting for him.  “Hi Stevie,” she said in the same sing-song voice she had used on the phone.  “Come on back with me.”  Once again she led him back to a place where they could be private.  She stood in front of him and said, “I think you have something to show me?”

Steve felt so uncomfortable standing in front of her.  What he was about to do was so embarrassing!  He looked around again to make sure they couldn’t be seen.  “Fine!” he said.  “Let’s get this over with.”  He undid his belt and pants and pulled them down, exposing his panties, garter belt and stockings.  He saw Monica smile.  He felt so humiliated, and it was obvious that the bitch was really enjoying this.  Did she have to just stand there, waiting, looking at him like that?  He wanted badly to pull his pants up again.  He had no doubt his face was more than a bit red. 

He was about to start trying to explain why he had been wearing them the other night, although he still didn’t know exactly what he was going to say, when she suddenly spoke.  “Take your shoes off,” she demanded before he got two words out.

“What?”

“Take your shoes off.”

“My shoes?  Why?”

“Because I want to see your nail polish.”

“What?  But I didn’t….”

“Stevie, don’t tell me you’re not wearing any.”

“You didn’t say anything about that yesterday!” Steve countered.

“I told you to be wearing exactly what you wore Saturday night.  Didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah.  But I didn’t think that included…”

“I saw you wearing red nail polish on your toes Saturday night.  But you’re not wearing it today.  Stevie, you didn’t follow my instructions.” 

“But….”

But Monica was already turning toward the door behind her, and before Steve could say another word, she called, “Diane….  Do you have a minute, please?”

“No, no,” Steve pleaded.  “Please don’t.”  He was panicked and didn’t know what to do.  “I promise I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

Monica glanced from the doorway back to him, trying to decide what to do.  She didn’t see Diane yet, but the compromise was an easy one to decide on.  “You lose Stevie,” she said with a mischievous smile.  “You didn’t do what I told you to.”

“But…please…” Steve pleaded as he pulled his pants back up before Diane could see him. 

“Tell you what,” Monica told him, “you show Diane what you’re wearing right now, and then do it again properly tomorrow, or I’ll have every girl in this company all over you before the day is over.  What do you think?”

Steve’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.  “Monica…I can’t.  That’s crazy!” 

Monica turned back to the door as Diane approached.  “What’s up?” Steve heard Diane ask.

Panic set in again.  “Okay, I’ll do it,” he blurted out quickly.

Monica turned quickly back to him for a moment and smiled wickedly.  Then she walked out to intercept Diane for a moment.  “Shit!” Steve said to himself as he heard the two women whispering right outside the door.  Unfortunately, he also heard Diane giggling.  “Shit!” he said again.  He glanced around for another way out, but there was none.  He was stuck and he knew it. 

Monica and Diane walked back in together.  Monica looked very confident, but Diane was obviously trying to control her giggling.  All Steve could really see though, was two bitches standing in front of him as he stood there very red-faced.  

“Well?” Monica finally said as the two women stared at him, waiting.

“Shit!” Steve said again as he forced himself to lower his pants to show off his frilly underwear. 

Diane nearly went into a hysterical fit while she did her best to control her laughing.  Steve’s face went even redder than it did before.  Finally he asked.  “Please, can I go now?”

“Yeah, you can go,” Monica replied while Diane was still laughing.  But remember…tomorrow!”

“Yeah,” Steve replied angrily as he quickly pulled his pants up again. 

“Oh and Stevie,” Monica continued.  “No socks at work tomorrow.”

“What?”  Steve was caught totally off guard.  This bitch was crazy for sure.  “But I can’t!  Not at work!”

“You weren’t wearing any Saturday.  If you could do it then, then I don’t see why you can’t do it tomorrow.”  

Diane behind her was laughing louder than before and Steve’s face was growing even redder.  “But I can’t!”

Instead of answering, Monica began pulling Diane out of the room with her.  But she turned back toward Steve before she was totally out of sight.  She mouthed the word, “Socks,” and just shook her finger as if to say, “No, no, no.” 

With one last parting smile, the two women were gone.  Gone but still heard as they both walked away laughing loudly.  “The bitches!” Steve cursed again as he fastened the belt on his pants.  “The damn bitches!”

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The following morning, Steve was cursing over and over again as he got ready for work.  Worse, he was going to be very late.  How was he to know how difficult it was to put nail polish on his toenails?  Plus, how was he to know how long it took to dry?  As far as he could see, it looked the same when it was wet as it did when it finally dried.  He was starting to develop a nasty hatred for all women – two women in particular – and one of them especially. 

And Monica had “demanded” that he not wear socks today, but enough was enough!  He wasn’t about to let anybody else find out what he was wearing under his clothes.  He quickly slipped on a pair of the longest socks he could find before he put his shoes on.  He knew he could just remove them before he saw Monica and then put them back on again later.  Her demands were getting just a bit too much!

Once again feeling hugely embarrassed, he hurried to work, praying nobody would mention how late he was. 

But his boss did notice.  “Steve, what happened?  I was starting to get worried.  You’ve never been late before.”

“Sorry, Mr. Carter,” Steve replied.  He really hated being late for anything.  “I just had a few little problems this morning.”

His boss looked at him oddly.  “Are you feeling alright?  Yesterday you seemed a bit off, and today you look the same.  Are you coming down with anything?”

Steve shook his head.  “I guess I really haven’t been myself for the last few days,” he agreed.  “But I’m okay.  I’ll get over it.”  Could his boss somehow know about what had happened, or what he was wearing at that moment?

“Do you need to take a day or two off to get over whatever it is?” Mr. Carter asked.

“I don’t think so,” Steve started, then he stopped and looked straight at his boss.  “You know, maybe that would be a good idea.”  Then he thought of something else, “But this project deadline we have….  I don’t know.  It’s awfully important.”  He sighed.

Mr. Carter nodded.  “Let me know what you decide.  If you’re not feeling well, then we’ll try to arrange for you to take a few days if you need it.  We don’t want whatever it is to spread around the company.”

No chance of that, Steve thought as he made his way to his desk.  But the idea of taking a few days off to sort things out did sound really good.  But doing it just then was out of the picture.  He had high hopes of getting a promotion, or at least a raise for what he was doing on the company’s latest effort.

Since he was late, there were some jobs piled up on his desk that couldn’t wait.  He got busy with them right away.  One of them though, meant that he had to deliver some paperwork to another department in a distant part of the building.  “Oh well,” he mused with a slight smile on his face, “if Monica calls, I legitimately can’t be here to take it.  Delightedly, he started walking, the long way, to his destination so it would take more time.  But the long way meant taking the stairs instead of the elevator, and in one of the stairwells, he ran straight into Monica. 

“Hi Stevie,” she said to him in that taunting voice that he had come to hate so much.

“Hi Monica,” Steve replied nervously.  “Uh…look, I’m really busy right now and I don’t have time for…you know.”

Monica laughed.  “I’m busy too,” she replied, nodding towards her armload of small packages.  Then that mischievous smile flashed across her face.  “But we do have time for one quick thing.  Pull you pants leg up for me.”

“What?”

“Pull your pants leg up,” she repeated.  “Let me see.”

“But…” Steve started to argue.

But Monica was in a hurry and she reached down and grabbed one of his pants legs before he could stop her.  “Stevie!” she exclaimed.  “You’re wearing socks!”  Her taunting tone suddenly turned more serious, “I told you, no socks today!” 

“But…I can’t!” he pleaded.

“You did it Saturday night!” she replied angrily.  “If you could do it then, then you can do it now.  So take them off.  Now!”

“But…”

“Now, Stevie!”

“But I can’t!  I don’t want…”

“You get them off right now and give them to me, or it will be more than just Diane and me that you see later.  I’ll just bet that Carla might want to see what you’re wearing too.  What do you think?  Any other women in this company that you’ve dated in the past that you’d like me to invite?”

Steve didn’t have a choice.  He sat down on the steps to remove his shoes and socks.

“Come on, quickly.  I haven’t got all day!”

Reluctantly, Steve slipped off his socks and handed them to Monica.  “See you later,” she said as she took them.  “I gotta hurry.”  And then she was gone.

Steve put his shoes back on and tugged at his pants to make sure the legs covered as much as possible, then he finished walking down the stairs.  With each step, he worried about someone seeing his exposed ankles.  He made it a point to use the elevator for the rest of the day.

When he finally got back to his desk, without anybody saying anything to him about the stockings he was wearing on his exposed ankles, he sighed a huge sigh of relief, but he noticed immediately how much his pants legs rode up as he sat down.  Quickly, he moved his chair a bit closer to his desk and shoved his legs as far under it as possible so nobody could see.  For the rest of the morning, thinking about what he was working on was a lot more difficult than usual.