Diapered At Work Novels & Stories

Kim finished saying. "So Ted was right when he said that all the employees here will be naked while they are working?" Marion asked. "Yes Marion, everyone will be completely nude when they are here working. That is unless a female has her period, then she may elect to wear panties and we will understand." Terri spoke up with a clear business like tone. Terri continued saying, "We also encourage everyone to look at each other so the mystery of looking at someone's naked body will be satisfied sooner. That way we can all work side by side and not be bothered quite as much."

A sanitarium. Inside their minds, they are going crazy, but they are not just saying a word about it. "You are sick, and you still think about work. This is the thing. You collapsed and had a seizure after the catfight between you and Katrina, which Katrina started again, in the hallway of the company. Oh, history repeats itself. Many company employees saw that, and the officers checked the Close Circuit Television Cameras. Katrina is now suspended for five months. She will be banned from entering our workplace for those months. Good for her. We rushed you to the nearest hospital, and the doctor said that you had catamenial seizures, so you should be careful when you are on your period. You

"I'm staying right here with you." "Pippa, no, you need to go. You need to be at work tomorrow morning. Someone's gotta cover for us so we don't both get the boot." "I'm not leaving my bestie alone in Vegas with a girl who's a proven psycho. I'm staying right here, and you aren't gonna talk me out of it, Diana." I heave out a massive sigh into the ceiling. "Jesus Christ, Pips. We're getting fired this time." "Whatever! At least you said *we*. A missing person can't get fired from a skincare factory anyway, you know?"

But like the saying goes all good things must come to an end. Once again my life started to go down hill. It all started almost 2 years ago when i worked a late shift. The diner had just closed i was the only person there besides my boss Brad. He said he wasn't feeling well so he had gone around the back to rest. I was just about done cleaning up when i heard groaning coming from my boss's office, at first i thought he was busy (if you get my drift) so i ignored the noise but then the sounds turned into screams of pain. I immediately knew something was wrong so i ran towards the office only to find my boss sprawled on the ground writhing in pain.

"Oh, fancy meeting you here Lauren, I thought you would stay a bit longer at work? She forced a smile and went deeper into the water. If she had known he would be here, she would have worn a more conservative swim suit. "Em…I was feeling a little dizzy so I came home earlier. What about you? "Well, you've probably heard what happened at the company. I haven't been able to concentrate at work for some time now so I came home early to catch a swim" "Oh. I did hear about it. I'm really sorry"

He got to know about the things that he already knows. She works at three jobs in a day. First one is being a receptionist in a cafe. Second she teaches dance. And lastly work as a pole dancer in a club. Its not like she wanted to do this kind of job but she have to. She have no other option. No one ever recognized her because she always wore a veil around her face to hide her face and danced but never wore too revealing clothes.

Mia's shirt was rumpled, and the buttons messily pulled together. "Fuck" She cursed as her hands went down to her pants. Her boss had her panties in his pocket. There was no way she was going back to get that flimsy material from him. Not when he's furious. Shaking her head, she scrubbed her face with her hands, slightly trembling with each moment. Mia made a huge mess. There are only two ways this can go. Either Damon will forget about her wicked behaviour or fire her. Now was not the time to find out about it.

One that I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to wash away. Tonight was no better. My feet ache from the heels that I’m forced to wear and I feel like I have a permanent wedgie from the way that the bunny outfit that is my uniform at work showcases my ass cheeks. I just wish there was a better, faster way to make the money the I need to get out of here. Unfortunately, those grabbing hands also fork over a fistful of cash for the liberties that they take. And if I want to escape the situation that I’m in, this is the fastest way to do it.

She looks sad for a second but tries to cover it up. "I work for an insurance company processing claims. I, uh, had to get a job working from home so I could stay with my son. He's three and was diagnosed with autism. I tried taking him to different daycares that supposedly specialized in helping special needs kids, but they were horrible. It was best for me to stay at home with him. I have a caregiver who comes during the day to help while I work and run errands. She's phenomenal. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell you all of that. I just don't get out much." She looks down, and I can't help myself. I pull her into my arms and feel her crying against me.

The staff led us there, my head spinning with ways to avoid the disaster about to hit my debit card. A few months back, I had made a careless bet with Amon, not to leave work premises for non-work-related activities during working hours. Ever since, I’d been careful about how I left work, making sure my endeavors were ‘work-related,’ even if I ended up doing something else within the schedule. But now, when I least expected, when I was being a good friend, I got caught. Brahis-handed. And to make it worse, I didn’t even like or get anything from the store!