The Readers Challenge

Hi everybody,


This is just a little warm-up blog to get me back into the swing of things, as it's been a while!

This blog is detailing an event that happened back in February of this year, and is really being written about as an example of the potential interactivity that can come from this blog. We all know that I encourage feedback and comments, although I don't get that much, and we have random polls and things at various times as well, and I try to get you all involved a bit. But of course the absolute best way to interact from this blog is simply to talk to me. Send me e-mails , add me to yahoo messenger (both blogtease13@yahoo.co.uk), and I try my best to reply fully to everybody, and with some people I do click with them and we become friends, sharing regular e-mails and messenger chats etc, sharing thoughts, opinions, experiences, and they often get to hear a lot of stories that I don't get a chance to share in my blog.
So that's the moral of this story – I'm always up to chat with like-minded people if anybody wants to get in touch with me. I haven't been on messenger much for a few months, but under normal circumstances I try and log on at least a couple of times a week for an hour or two. And when I'm really busy it can take a while to reply to e-mails, even to those I chat to regularly, there may be a couple of months in between e-mail chats sometimes, but that's life.
Anyway, onto the story, and the reason for all that info above is that this story is about a “challenge” that a reader of this blog – let's call him P – who I've been chatting to fairly regularly for a while set for me at the start of the year. The challenge was to take a vibrator and a pair of hand-cuffs with me to work, leave them in my bag, and leave my bag open and in view for a period of time to let people see these “interesting” items in my bag, and to see what kind of reaction it may get, if any.
I performed my challenge on a random Tuesday at the end of February 2012, when I was out of the office and at another office within the business, at a meeting/forum where I was there to offer financial support to some of the managers within our business whilst they prepared their departments financial budgets for the forthcoming year. If you've read many of my blogs before, then you know that my day job is of course as an accountant.
So here is my story, as told to P after the event earlier this year.

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I went off to work, bag packed with an 8” bright pink vibrator, and a pair of hand-cuffs. It was a material hand bag with a zip closing, but obviously being made of material and not something more sturdy, if you leave the zip open, and just put it on the floor, it flattens out somewhat, giving everything in it a good chance of being seen, as if everything is just placed on top of the bag rather than being in it. So perfect for this challenge.
J said I should try and drop my bag and have the offending objects (potentially) fall out, which I did plan on looking at trying to do if the opportunity arose. Unfortunately, the room layout of the room I was in wasn’t as I remembered it. I actually don’t think it was ever like how I remembered it! I think I imagined a whole different room completely! Lol. I thought it had desks/tables around the edge and a gap in the middle – like a u-shape type of setup. So having that in my head, I thought, okay, put my bag on the desk, knock it off into the space in the middle, and then I’ll have to walk around the desks to pick it back up, giving it a good 10-15 seconds of being on the floor, being visible to everybody around the room, and putting me in the middle of the room, bending down to pick everything up.
But no, the room didn’t have a u-shape of desks – it had one big rectangular bank of tables, as thinking back now I’m actually sure it always has! So I couldn’t quite do what I had outlined as a possibility in my mind.
I always think challenges like this promote “thinking on your feet” though, so I always look at them as being a mental challenge as well as a physical challenge.
And it was tough on both fronts; thinking of ways to do it in a non-obvious way, and always being on the lookout for the opportunity to arise and then trying to take it quickly. And of course, physically putting myself into a situation with colleagues that I may not have too much contact with, which although on one hand may seem easier, and probably is as you don’t get any long-term face-to-face backlash, but on the other hand it can be harder than doing things with those that you know better. Not knowing how people will necessarily react. Those people not knowing me enough to put the situation into context. And of course, as fun as it may seem in theory, leaving people with one stand-out memory of you in that way can be a bit weird. They may go away and mention it to others, and then the rumour-mill starts rolling, once again potentially without the right context, and you become known amongst those you do know and those you don’t know as “the girl who brings handcuffs and a bright pink dildo to work”.
But what you really want to know is, did I complete my challenge? The answer is yes, but not to the high standard I’d hoped when I played scenario’s through my head about how I could or would complete it.
Me and my boss (female) were there from about 10am til 4pm, and we had 9 other people there throughout the day, although they weren’t all there all day. So, for the first part of the day I was splitting my time between one female colleague , and one male colleague, we were trying to give everyone as much one-on one time as we could, but obviously if we sat with each person for 4 hours straight we’d have had to put a lot of time in the calendar, plus in that time people have to do other things, so everybody breaks for phone calls or to chase up other things, so it worked out well with us giving everybody enough one-on-one time to take them through the intricacies of their financials, and then just being around for support and to offer advice.
Anyway, in the first part of my day, the guy I was with was the head of our security department, he’s a nice enough guy, but his whole job is to be straight laced and by the book. When I say head of security, I don’t mean security guards, I mean risks to the business, fraud, theft, security systems, the people in charge of making sure everybody had ID and that people check ID’s etc etc. So I decided against doing anything with him on that whole basis. He may have got a tiny glimpse or two of stocking top as I crossed my legs a few times though, but I thought I’d be best off not going too far with him. lol
The afternoon proved a bit more fruitful though, as we had some more guys in whose jobs weren’t to be so straight laced. A couple of whom I speak to on the phone quite a lot, so they already know my flirty side. Again, I ended up sitting between two people, it would have been absolutely great to have been sandwiched between the two guys I phone-flirt with so much, as silly as it may sound, little things like that actually do really make my day! Lol. Only one of them I’d actually met in person before – we first met in person at a work event actually probably about 18 months ago, where we had a conference and then stayed in the hotel overnight, and he obviously took a liking to me as at the end of the night I got a cheeky invite up to his hotel room! I, of course, politely declined! Lol.
But alas that was just a pipe dream and my boss stole one of my guys away from me! It was quite funny as we greeted each other with big smiles and friendly chat when he came in, and of course he immediately came across to me and went to set himself up next to me, before my boss stepped in and said that it would probably be best if she went through his budgets with him. A fair point, as his is one of the more complicated ones, and dealing with that is why she gets paid 15K a year more than me! But there were two disappointed little faces for a second when she said it.
So I ended up working with my other phone-flirting partner-in-crime, who was much more quiet and reserved in person, a bit of a shy one to be honest. I understand that though, I’m actually quite shy. If you believe that you’ll believe anything! Haha. No, I’m joking, I really am, and I grew up generally quiet and shy, I have gotten over it and to the untrained eye most people wouldn’t spot it nowadays, but it’s still there, just beneath the surface. Which actually makes the way I act – the flirty, slutty me that I portray – all the harder to portray on a regular basis, and underlines that it is really “the submissive me” to an extent rather than “the regular me”.
He was on one side of me, and I had a lady on the other side of me. They weren’t directly next to each other, there was a decent gap between them, as budgets are supposed to be confidential to a degree so we have to at least show a separation of some sorts between them. I had to move from one to the other if I was working with them, and I had my work station set up in the middle so I could do bits and pieces of other things while neither needed me.
At first my bag was under the desk by my feet, but as I realised I had a real opportunity here, I moved it to my right hand side so it was between me and him, and shortly after that I fiddled around inside it and got a few things out, leaving it open and ensuring the two selected items were now on top of everything else, and fairly easily visible. Not ridiculously obvious like I was trying to have everyone see them, but if you looked at my bag you’d have to be half blind to miss them. I left it like that for about fifteen minutes, for most of which time I was a couple of feet away going over things with the other lady. When I shifted my chair back over to the middle and started moving back toward him to talk to him, my bag was obviously in the way, I looked down when I got to it, and said very quietly “oh shit”, before very quickly grabbing it, picking it up and zipping it up before moving it back under the desk. Like I said, I am actually quite shy deep down, so even though it was all “staged” and I was just pretending to be embarrassed, it isn’t that hard to play it well, as in reality I am actually a little embarrassed, and will blush just a little bit!
I flirted with him for most of the time he was there though, because I was flitting between the two people, so it ended up being quite easy to flash him quite a bit of leg. While I was turning my body in my chair from one side to the other and crossing and uncrossing my legs as I was crossing my legs the opposite way depending on which of them I was talking to, or leaning into, my skirt – which was only mid-thigh length anyway – was riding up a bit. So I ended up pushing it back down whenever I turned toward him so I didn't flash the lady on my left, but I didn't bother so much when I turned toward her, so I was flashing a lot of thigh to him. Of course, I don't like being too obvious, so I did put my hand down to my thigh a lot and occasionally I'd very lightly tug on my skirt, although not enough to actually move it a whole lot, as if I was trying to cover up, but I just wasn't doing a very good job of it. I also leaned in a little more to her rather than moving my chair too close, which I'm pretty sure was giving him a good flash of an expanse of thigh above my stocking top of my right leg.
So it was a fun afternoon overall, he was very quiet, so didn't say anything about it, but I'm sure he was enjoying the show, he always seemed very nervous when he talked, a bit stuttery and tongue-tied. I think somewhere along the line over the years I've become a bit of a “man-eater”. Lol. I don't know when that happened! ;-p
I hope my completion of your challenge has been satisfactory. It ended up not being quite so bold and outlandish as the scenario's in my head were, which were full-blown multi-person exhibitionism! But I guess I have to do things in somewhat of a safe way to some degree, and I think I fulfilled that, I think he enjoyed the show, definitely got a look in my bag, I played the embarrassed part very well, and I'm sure he's not the type to blab about it, so it's all good.
I sent him an e-mail the following day just saying how good it was to meet him at last and put a face to the name. Part of his response was, quote, “yes, it was good to match the name to a... face. :-)” Maybe I read it wrong, but I thought the placement of the three dots followed by the smiley face really said all that needed to be said in that statement, and it made me smile. What do you think?
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That's about it for today. A funny follow on from this story however, is that about a month after this event, I was in my regular office when another girl in the office said she'd been stop and searched for the third time the night before when she was leaving the building. It's a random thing where I work, as we have an on-site warehouse so theft could be fairly easy, so they are allowed to perform random searches where they will search your bag and your car before you leave the building. I've never actually been searched, I think I generally leave the office too late as it always seems to be the early starters/leavers who get searched at around the 4pm mark.
During this conversation another lady in the office made a joke - “well at least you didn't have a vibrator in your bag!” I nearly spat out my tea at that, thinking to myself, who knows what they'd find if they ever searched my bag! You just can't make these stories up sometimes, and the conversation was so apt and so ironic after the task I had performed just a matter of weeks earlier.
Stay tuned in the coming weeks, I have my five part New Years Eve “Naughty Diary” entry to post during September, which will start next week. And then some normal service will resume from October as I try to get back into regular blog writing once again.
Take care everybody – feel free to e-mail me on blogtease13@yahoo.co.uk
xx