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Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her! | Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her! | ||
| - | "Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherry." | + | Kelly unzips the duffel and retrieves the plastic bag with Cheryl's old clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore. Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherry." |
With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day. | With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day. | ||
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| + | And so it was that Cheryl spent her first demeaning day as an Office Girl padding around stupidly in her slutty outfit, emptying bins, taking coffee orders, retrieving things from the supply closet and photocopying documents for her former underlings. Cheryl had always been a rising star, so this kind of work was completely new to her. Not that it was very challenging. | ||
| + | People came from all over the building to watch the one time high flyer reduced to something so small. Unfortunately, Cheryl had always been cold and haughty to pretty much everyone, so nobody cut her a break. They openly mocked her, talked down to her and set the skanky new Office Girl a myriad of arbitrary tasks...The men in-particular set Cheryl tasks that caused her to bend over a lot and flash her thong splayed butt cheeks. This was to be her new life and her harassers didn't miss an opportunity to take pictures on their phones. | ||
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| + | Then there was their hands, they never seemed to fail to cup her ass, or tits as they "helpfully" guided Cheryl where she need to be. As if this work was that hard to grasp. | ||
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| + | But worst of all was that dammed name. Cherry. They all called her Cherry. Just like the frat boys in college, who taunted who for her prudish, virginal behavior. Could those two witches have known somehow? | ||
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| + | Finally the day was over, Cheryl quickly pulled her new coat on over her humiliating uniform. Grabbed the duffel that held her spares, and headed for the garage. | ||
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| + | But when she gets there she finds... | ||
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| + | '''Who?''' | ||
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| + | *[[Office Punishment/Kelly|Kelly]] | ||
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| + | *[[Office Punishment/Rosa|Rosa]] | ||
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| + | *[[Office Punishment/Kelly and Rosa|Kelly and Rosa]] | ||
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| + | *[[Office Punishment/No one|No one]] | ||
[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]] | [[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]] | ||
Revision as of 01:38, 15 November 2023
Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her.
"No choice."
Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.
On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.
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The privacy, and prestige of her comfy little office was gone, her new desk was in a cramped cubicle. Kelly was waiting for her when Cheryl arrived. Huge shit eating grin plastered across her face.
"Hi, Cherry!- oh, that's your new nickname by the way. Cherry. I think it suits you."
Cheryl bristled at the indignity of being renamed, especially to something so ridiculous.
"Ms. Valentine just wanted me to inform you that some of your colleagues might get a bit... handsy. Normally that would be a violation of HR regulations, but Ms. Valentine feels it would help get it out of their system, if we waved those protections with you. Boys will be boys after all."
Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her!
Kelly unzips the duffel and retrieves the plastic bag with Cheryl's old clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore. Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherry."
With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day.
--
And so it was that Cheryl spent her first demeaning day as an Office Girl padding around stupidly in her slutty outfit, emptying bins, taking coffee orders, retrieving things from the supply closet and photocopying documents for her former underlings. Cheryl had always been a rising star, so this kind of work was completely new to her. Not that it was very challenging.
People came from all over the building to watch the one time high flyer reduced to something so small. Unfortunately, Cheryl had always been cold and haughty to pretty much everyone, so nobody cut her a break. They openly mocked her, talked down to her and set the skanky new Office Girl a myriad of arbitrary tasks...The men in-particular set Cheryl tasks that caused her to bend over a lot and flash her thong splayed butt cheeks. This was to be her new life and her harassers didn't miss an opportunity to take pictures on their phones.
Then there was their hands, they never seemed to fail to cup her ass, or tits as they "helpfully" guided Cheryl where she need to be. As if this work was that hard to grasp.
But worst of all was that dammed name. Cherry. They all called her Cherry. Just like the frat boys in college, who taunted who for her prudish, virginal behavior. Could those two witches have known somehow?
--
Finally the day was over, Cheryl quickly pulled her new coat on over her humiliating uniform. Grabbed the duffel that held her spares, and headed for the garage.
But when she gets there she finds...
Who?
