Room 2D

From Blushes 15 (also re-printed as A Mere Plaything in Uniform Girls 53) The dark-haired one said, ‘I bet poor old Harry can hardly get a stroke of work out of you in the mornings. I bet you come into the office so bleary-eyed you can hardly see!’ He gave a raucous laugh and took a gulp of his beer. The laugh was taken up by the bald-headed one with glasses. ‘Unable to lift a finger to the typewriter, I bet! Knocked out — thoroughly shagged and thoroughly shagged out.’ Under the table his hand briefly squeezed Julie’s thigh. Mr Bellwood, who sat opposite, had to put in his bit. ‘It’s true, I know from when my secretary, Sally, got married. Apparently they would start right at it as soon as they got home after work. Right away he’d be on top of her. Poor Sally didn’t even have time to cook a meal. She could hardly stand up when she got in the office in the morning. Fantastic!’ The dark-haired one, who she thought was called ...

From Blushes 26, the second part of two, continuing on from Undercover Uniform . Poor Elaine! The  pain! That cane! Devastated! How could it be happening! To  her ! Spread over Mr Wilton’s desk and clutching onto the far edge for  dear life . As… ‘ Aaaaiiieeeehhhh! ’ She had thought of it before of course. What it would be like. Picturing the others — Deborah, Suzanne, Kirsty — all with those tell-tale spangles on their knickers in gym. Noting when one spangle became two; when three became four. Imagining it: that little ceremony in Mr Wilton’s office which produced the extra spangle. Imagining it with a shiver down her spine. Because Elaine knew, girls talked, in hushed tones, but they talked. And she knew Mr Wilton’s office of course. So she could picture the scene, had pictured it. ‘Take your skirt off. Take your knickers down…’ But never ever had she thought. Because Elaine knew she was a model student. I...