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 ï>¿Down the drain by Emma

   While I was training as a teacher, I used to do a seasonal job in the
summer, with the local council.  Initially I worked in the Parks
department, helping with grass cutting, tending the flower beds, but over
the next few years I had various summer jobs in different council
departments, gaining good experience in a range of areas.  When I qualified
as a teacher, I found that jobs for young, inexperienced, teachers were
hard to find, especially locally.  In the meantime a job came up with the
council in the Environmental Services department.  I applied, and, because
of my previous experience with the council, was successful.  It was only
ever meant as a stop gap until a teaching job came along, but I did enjoy
it.

   I liked the job because it was very varied, as I got sent to work with
whoever was short staffed on a particular day.  And I was working almost
exclusively with men in a very male environment.  I've always got on better
with men than women, never having been a 'girly girl', and I really enjoyed
mucking in with the manual jobs, something the guys appreciated.  For their
part they treated me as a cross between 'one of the boys' and their little
princess!  They were very protective of me, and I loved it.

   Some parts of the job were fun, others not so great - we would be
collecting dumped rubbish one day, then cleaning drains the next! 
Initially the guys wouldn't let me go down the sewers with them, but after
much badgering, they allowed me to do that as well.  I thought I looked
cute in my overalls that were about two sizes too large for me.  I might
have looked cute, but none of the guys ever tried it on with me, it was as
if they saw me as being like their sister.  There was plenty of joking
round, but they never directed any sexual remarks at me.  That all changed
one hot September day.

   Three of us were out on one of the wagons, clearing drains and hosing
down sewers, when control contacted us with an emergency call to attend a
drain problem between Weston and Burnham.  When we arrived we found a small
group of people, including a very distressed lady, all clustered round an
open drain.  It turns out she had been walking her dog, a small Jack Russel
terrier, across the fields, when he had spotted something - possibly a
rabbit, but more likely a rat - and chased after it.  Whatever it was
disappeared down a small field drainage drain, which should have been
fitted with a cover, closely followed by the dog.  Neither had come back
out, but the dog, Jessie, could be heard barking in the drain, and was
sounding very distressed.  She had been down there for over two hours and
had resisted all attempts to coax her out.  We were able to explain why
that was - these drains were fitted with a short vertical 'drop' about ten
feet inside, and there was no way Jessie would be able to get out without
help.

   There are only ever two options in cases like these - either you dig the
dog out (time consuming and difficult, with the possibility that the
frightened animal might run further into the pipe) or someone goes in to
try to get her.  The second option is always the preferred one, it's
quicker, easier and much more likely to succeed.  The only problem here was
the size of the drain.  It was very small.  I knew I was the only one who
had the slightest chance of getting down there, but the guys wouldn't have
it.  I stood back while both of my colleagues tried, and again while two
other guys from the group tried, before they admitted defeat and let me
have a go.

   It was really, really tight, and my overalls were baggy and wouldn't
slide in the pipe.  We got some oil from our truck and sprayed it into the
pipe, so now at least I could just about slide along in there.  I couldn't
get far though, the overalls were just too bulky, and the boys had to drag
me back out by my ankles.

   'It's not going to work with the overalls on, Emma, you're going to have
to take them off'

   I knew I was going to have to, but I just didn't want to.  It was a hot
day, the overalls were thick, and I had next to nothing on under them. 
Only a pair of panties actually, and not even a descent pair, just a very
old, tatty, faded pair - and I was going to have to show them to everyone.
Slowly I unzipped the overalls, and let them slip down to my waist.  All
conversation stopped - there was complete silence.  Everyone was staring at
my bare boobs.  My two colleagues had gone bright red, and, if it was
possible, looked even more embarrassed than I felt.

   'I'm sorry Emma, never thought you were naked under.....' 'I'm not
naked' 'Well as good as'

   This wasn't helping.  I quickly slid the overalls the rest of the way
down, and stepped out of them, standing in front of the group in just my
skanky panties, just waiting for the comments.  Thankfully none came. 
Desperate now to hide my half naked body, I crawled into the pipe.  It was
still a surprisingly tight fit, but at least my skin now slid along the
oily surface, though it was pretty hard on my boobs, and my nipples in
particular - despite the oil, it felt like they were being rubbed down with
sandpaper - and not in a good way.  I tried not to think of the view the
guys got of my backside, as I slid into the pipe!

   I soon reached the drop, and was able to stretch down just far enough to
grab a frantic Jessie.  I started to wriggle backwards along the pipe, not
so easy as going foward, but soon I felt my ankles being grabbed, and I was
slid out of the pipe, an excited dog in my hands.  It was a hell of a
relief to be out of that hot, tight, confining pipe, and to feel the fresh
air on my bare boobs and pussy.  MY BARE PUSSY!  OMG!!!  I looked down.  I
was naked, completely naked!  My old panties had given up in the pipe, and
now everyone had seen me in all my glory!  My colleagues knew I shaved, was
bare down there!  So, so humiliating, and no one had said a word, not one
word.

   'Where's my panties' I managed to croak 'They're useless, they ripped as
you slid into the pipe'

   So it had been even worse - not only had they seen my bare ass coming
out, they'd seen it all going in as well!  And had I kept my legs together
- NO - so they'd basically seen the lot.

   I looked round frantically for my overall, just HAD to cover myself, but
couldn't find it anywhere - surely they weren't so cruel as to have hidden
it?  Then I spotted it - they'd used it to wrap the bl**dy dog in!  Leave
me standing here naked, while the dog gets my only item of clothing! 
That's when I lost it - it all became too much, the shame and the
humiliation, and I just sat down on the grass by the truck, legs akimbo,
wide open for everyone to see, and bawled like a baby.

   My colleagues looked after me after that - they dressed me, and took me
home.  Things changed for me at work after - they certainly didn't see me
as their sister anymore, or I hope they didn't - I wouldn't want to think
of them doing with their sisters some of the things we did!

   Worst thing about the day?

   The dog owner.
   She never even said thank you.