Tracy and the Inventory List

By GreyRose


"Miss Smith!" Mr Chambers voice cracked across the room, everyone in the office came to a dead stop as the president of the company called their Manager Tracey Smith over to where he was standing.

Tracey put her best and brightest smile on as she turned and strode confidently over to him.  "Yes Mr Chambers, what can I do for you today?"  As she approached where he stood, she could feel his eyes as they locked on her cleavage, it was all she could to to keep from blushing.

"Miss Smith, I've just spent the best part of an hour in conference with our investors.  They are concerned that such a junior manager is in charge of the inventory for the auction tomorrow.  As you know business has been in a bit of a slump recently, and this sale could make or break this company.  I assured them that with your past track record that you are our best opportunity to pull this off flawlessly!  Now I want your assurances that everything is in place and nothing will go wrong."

Tracey did her best to not grind her teeth, Mr Chambers could have asked for this over the phone but she knew that he never missed an opportunity to leer at her large chest or her curvaceous bottom.  "Of course everything is ready, my assistant and I spent weeks going over the inventory lists and have them all ready to be sent to the auctioneer this afternoon.  We have everything under control, Sir, nothing can go wrong."

It wasn't that simple and Mr Chambers wasn't finished staring down her cleavage for a while longer but eventually he left satisfied.   As she turned to head to her office, he sent her on her way with a resounding 'smack' to the tightly stretched fabric covering her bottom.  

Her face flaming with embarrassment at this casual disregard for her position, which was one of the reasons she had weeded out all the male staff from her department a long time ago.  It had been all but impossible for her to maintain her dignity as the department Manager when the men in her department started to follow Mr Chambers lead.

Once out of sight of Mr Chambers, Tracey stalked to her office and called in her assistant to make sure all the promises she had just made were in fact true.  After all she was a manager and had delegated all the paperwork on the project to her younger assistant.

At 26 Tracey was the youngest manager in the company and had achieved that position by making sure that she never took the blame for anything that went wrong, she always managed to have someone to take the heat and used their failure as a step up in the company.  Tracey didn't like her assistant, the girl was too pretty and too well liked by the rest of the department, but she worked hard and Tracey capitalized on the younger woman's diligence.

= = = = =

"Emily! Stop...just stop!"  Tracey ordered her babbling assistant, holding up one had and pushing as if to send the brunette's words back to where they came.  The blond office manager took a moment to pull herself together, straightening her expensive jacket and skirt.  When she looked up she glared across the desk at her assistant, Emily.

"Now let me get this straight, you had the only complete copy of the inventory for tomorrows auction on your desk, and before you could put it in the pouch for delivery to the auction house, Bobby stopped by.  While he was schmoozing you he spilled his coffee on your laptop, then after you rushed it to the tech guys you found the inventory printout missing and when you traced it down, you were just in time to see it run through the shredder?"

Emily had shrunk smaller and smaller as her boss recapped her much less coherent delivery of events.  The attractive brunette's normally bubbly personality was completely gone in the presence of her overbearing boss's ire.  Letting her head drop forward in defeat, she nodded that Tracy's understanding was correct.

When she raised her head to speak, Tracey spoke first, "Out!  Get out of my office!  I don't want to see you or speak to you for the rest of the day!"

As Emily scuttled out of the office and headed to the washroom for some privacy, her friend Lucy came up and gave her a hug.  "What's got the Queen Bitch in such a tizzy?  We could hear her even with the door closed!"

Having a supportive shoulder to lean on, Emily was able to pull herself together and told Lucy what had happened.  "Oh Honey, you had such a bright future here!" Lucy told the distraught brunette.  "Miss Smith is famous for taking any mistakes made around her and turning it around by using that mistake as her next stepping stone and making someone she doesn't like the sacrificial lamb!  You watch out for yourself and beg her forgiveness tomorrow and maybe she'll not step on you as she gets her next promotion."

Tracey spent an unpleasant time fighting a panic attack triggered by Emily's news right after making all of her promises that everything was in perfect order.  Tracey had to come up with a plan to save her job fast!

An hour later and Tracey had found enough of the inventory in various reports and emails to get a mostly rebuilt list to send the auctioneer, and along with a promise to deliver the final missing items early the next morning, she had a temporary reprieve.  With that accomplished Tracy now had maneuvering room, so she now had time to go to the warehouse tonight and get the final missing items listed.

Since she didn't want her boss to hear about this near fiasco, this all had to happen unofficially.  She had the key's so she could sneak in without having to sign in with the security guard.  The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.  She started to think of herself as 'Double-O Tracey secret agent'!

Tracey having talked with Emily about her time at the warehouse while her assistant spent a number of late nights there working on the inventory lists, she knew that the guard made a round just after dinner and  then retired to the front security desk by 8:30 and stayed there for the rest of the night.  So she planned on arriving well after that, some time after 9pm so he'd be well settled at his desk by the time she arrived.

= = = = =

That night Tracey entered through a back door, she had spent the time working late then running some errands, fitting in a leisurely dinner.  While her expensive dress suit wasn't the best attire for sneaking through a warehouse, she didn't feel like going home and changing, after all this was taking enough of her personal time as it was.

Tracey had left her purse in her car, the only things she took inside were the keys and a clipboard with a floor-plan of the warehouse to refer against.  Once inside she quickly oriented herself and started with a quick check to confirm areas marked on the map were accurate, before taking the time to focus on the area's that had no counts in her lists.

At first she played at sneaking through the place as if she were a secret agent exploring the hideout of some nefarious villain, but she quickly tired of that game and settled down to the business she was there for.

After several hours she had almost everything listed, there was just one last section she had to compile.  She sat at a desk for a few moments to rest her feet, a quick check of the map provoked an annoyed grunt.    The map had showed that the section she needed to get to as her final stop was down this long run then going through several secured gates and then coming all the way back to this end of the building! Tracey slapped the clipboard down on the desk in frustration, it was getting late and she wanted this finished!

Groaning with the thought of a long walk ahead of her, Tracey leaned back in the chair.  Looking out a window she could see it was raining, and that nearby there was a doorway that led to the garage area, half in and half out of the building.  Tracey suddenly had an idea! When she looked more closely at her map she realized that the garage area opened onto the loading dock which she knew could access the high security area that was her final stop on tonight's sneak fest.  She had found a short cut!

After a quick cat-like stretch, Tracey got up and headed for the garage area.  Once inside she realized that it was both darker and more crowed than she expected with equipment and stacks of everything that didn't fit elsewhere in the warehouse.  She was determined that the shorter path was worth squeezing down a narrow isle or two.

What started as somewhat awkward quickly became cramped and continued to get harder and harder to make headway.  Tracey struggled to find her way through the clutter to the loading dock on the far end of the garage, when she found that her jacket was caught and she had to shrug out if it to free it.  She struggled and pushed, squirming her way through a particularly tight spot.  And found herself stuck!

Taking stock Tracey realized that she had somehow gotten herself tangled up in several handles from pieces she couldn't see from this angle.  The thought of being stuck there for the rest of the night and being found in the morning filled her with dread.  The thought of everyone laughing at her having to be rescued was not to be tolerated!  She felt waves of embarrassment wash over her.

Terrified of  being made the butt of everyone's jokes, Tracey shook and jerked with all her might and she felt something give!  She could feel herself being sprayed by some cold fluids from both sides.  Worried that the list she had collected might be damaged, she flung the clipboard forward into a cleared area and saw it slide out of sight under some shadowy something.

Suddenly everything started getting warmer!  Really warm, really fast and getting hot!  She could smell smoke as her blouse and skirt were being eaten by the fluids spraying on her.  She managed to raise her jacket to cover her head and could feel it getting hot and worried that it was about to burst into flame.

The very thing that was about to burn her, also made her slick enough to finally tear free of the handles which her weight had shifted to release the chemicals.  Tracey broke free of the narrow area and saw an emergency shower nearby.  She ran for the shower and tore her clothes off as the heat became unbearable.  She found her bra, tights and panties were also starting to smolder so she tore them off as well.  Throwing the smoldering cloth into a corner of the shower she yanked on the handle releasing the water, the icy cold water!  She quickly rinsed herself from head to foot and then jumped out of the icy spray.

Shivering she realized that she was naked and soaked in public.  Even knowing that she was alone in the area she still tried to cover herself up, to protect her modesty.  She could feel herself blushing at the thought of being caught naked in public, the burning sensation partially off-setting the chill the shower had given her.  She hoped the office on the nearby loading dock had some kind of clothing, so Tracey quickly headed that way.

Just as she was about to open the office door, Tracey was tackled from the side.  The security guard had caught her!  His hands groped and slipped and tried to grab her water slicked body, but couldn't seem to get a solid hold.  Tracey squirmed and tried to wriggle her way free which just made him grab anything he could to keep her from getting away.

Though Tracey was half his age, her curvacious 5'2" frame just didn't have the leverage to get free from the 6' tall heavy set security guard.  He finally got a purchase on her generous breasts and the pain his grip caused her to stop fighting him.

He quickly clasped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists and pulled her to her feet.  "Here now Miss, what's all this?  You can't go breaking into secured places naked as the day you were born!"

With a flick of her head, Tracey flipped the wet hair from her face and told him, "I didn't break in here!  My name is Tracey Smith, I'm with the agency that's been preparing this building for the Auction!"

The security guard gave her a disbelieving look then shook his head, "If you had official business here you would have signed in at the front desk.  Since I didn't sign you in you aren't here on business. Instead I find you stark naked and dripping water probably from the rain, running around a locked and secured warehouse.  No miss, you will have to do better than that!"

He started dragging her to the front of the warehouse, "First things first, we call the Police and they'll get you some dry clothing after you've been booked!"

The thought that the Police might be called and have her dragged in public, NAKED, rocked Tracey.  Her mind spinning with confusion, "Wait!  My assistant Emily, you know her!  She was here a lot to do the inventory!  Call her and she will vouch for me!"

The guard stopped and tilted his head in confusion, how could a random intruder know so much?  With the thought that he would probably regret this, he dragged the naked, dripping, shivering blond into the loading dock office as that had the closest phone.

Tracey shivered as they entered the office and made a squawk of dismay as the guard forced her to sit in a chair.  Realizing that she was hopelessly displayed and with the back of the chair stuck in the circle of her arms making it almost completely impossible for her to stand up, the disheveled blonde blushed and squirmed in her seat.  Her efforts just dragged the man's eyes back to her exposed and flaunted breasts.  Realizing the affect her struggling was having on him, Tracey froze.  With an effort the guard tore his eyes from her naked flesh and focused on making the phone call.

The guard having chatted with Emily several times on the phone actually knew her number, dialed the number while Tracey was distracted by her situation.  "Why Hello Miss Em!  This is Walt at the warehouse.....Why thank you kindly.  My Missus did indeed mix up that poultice you recommended and the rain don't make it hurt near as much as it did before.......Well I'm calling cuz I got this naked woman running around the building and......yes, naked as the day she was born!  And soaking wet too!......<chuckle> Yes Mam, I had much the same thought myself, but she said she was your boss, a Miss Smith...........

Tracey finally getting impatient with those two gossiping away while she was chained to a chair, "Put me on the phone!  Let me talk with her!"  And she struggled to get up off the chair.

"Just a moment Miss Em!"  The guard yelled at the phone as he dropped the receiver on the desk.  He grabbed an old rag and a roll of clear packing tape off the desk.  First he twisted one of the naked woman's nipples and when she opened her mouth to gasp he shoved the rag deep in her mouth.  Before she could force it out he had yanked out the loose end of the tape and slapped it across her face.  Then he quickly wrapped it several times around her head, ensuring that the gag couldn't come out.

Then he picked up the phone again, "Sorry about that Miss Em, but the crazy girl was starting to scream and fight again.  Now you said that there was no way your stuck up, frigid boss would be running around naked?  So this must be some crazy that's been watching this place for weeks looking for something particular.  I'll get the Police here quick and let them take her to the loony bin and they can sort her out there.  You take care now Miss......what?......Oh yes I'll still be here by that time. …...Well it'll be a pleasure to see you then.  Have a good night Miss Em."

"Well now Miss, we've now proved that you are not who you say you are!" The guard stood before Tracey and looked down at her splayed in the chair and took a moment to enjoy the view.

Tracey blushed hotter than ever at the leer she saw on the man's face and as she scrambled pull herself together after the shock of his attacking her with that nasty dirty old rag.  Suddenly she realized that her arms were now free and with a twist she flung herself forward butting him over the desk.  As he flew backwards she fled out of the office, running as quickly as she could.  With her arms locked behind her and her large breasts bouncing all over, her run was more of a quick stagger.

She spied a normal door close by that led outside, she staggered over towards it.  Her bare foot slipped and she slammed into a bank of controls that powered up a bunch of equipment.  Staying focused on her goal, Tracey made it do the door and twisted around to manage opening the door.

Just as she opened it there was a blinding flash of lightening and the rain came down harder, quickly followed by a deep rumble of thunder.  Realizing she wouldn't get far in the cold rain, being stark naked, she decided to hide in her car.  Remembering that her keys to her car were back with her clothes, Tracey turned about and tried to orient where that shower was to where she now stood.  As she was looking about, Tracey could see the guard moving in the office.

Not wanting to be caught again our naked, wet and bound blonde darted to one side and ducked behind some frame work.  She watched the guard stagger by, realizing that he must have fallen pretty hard from when she hit him as he didn't look too good.  He went through the open door into the rain.

Tracey ducked around trying to stay out of sight of the door when something grabbed her.  She was pulled off her feet and held in the air by a pair of mechanical arms.  The wait wasn't long as she was moved off to one side, and shoved onto a frame that looked a lot like a short wide ladder.

Her arms were pulled out and one of the rungs was now between her arms and her back, with her legs barely able to touch the ground.  Another set of arms came forward as the first set pulled back and her stomach and wrists were covered in several layers of pallet wrap, this pinned her hands in the small of her back.

The original set of arms came back and grabbed her right leg, forcing her thigh to run along a lower rung and her lower leg along the upright on that side.  Again the wrapping arms went several times around each part of her right leg, pinning her limb to the frame.  This was followed by her left leg getting the exact same treatment.  When the arms retracted, her legs were splayed wide her thighs parallel to the ground and she was hopelessly pinned against the frame, with only her head able to move at all.

Suddenly the frame was shoved along a track and she found herself heading on to a second staging area and could see another set of arms this time wielding a heavy black plastic wrap instead of the clear wrap that covered her from just below her breasts down to her toes.  It was when she saw that there were several pallets completely covered in the heavy black wrap that she finally started to panic!  If that wrap covered her like that she would quickly suffocate!

Her frantic efforts to pull free of the wrap pinning her to the frame were useless, her frantic muffled pleas for help completely covered by the sound of the machines about her.  She was being carried along the automated track to her doom, when she saw the arms suddenly retract.  She could hear the various pieces of equipment being turned off as her pallet coasted past the second wrapping station, before coming to a final halt next to the walkway.

From this position she could see the now soaked guard turning off the final switches putting the equipment to sleep.  With a shake of his head he made his unsteady way back to his front desk, with his back to her he never saw her there and her attempts to yell at him coming out as soft grunts.

After what seemed like ages, but might have been only minutes all the lights in the warehouse went out, leaving the helplessly bound and exposed Tracey hanging from the frame in the dark.  After the frantic moments of struggle and panic, the sudden quiet hit Tracey hard.  She hung there with her muscles cramping and the lethargy of post panic, yet it was almost impossible for her to fall asleep.

= = = = =

"Miss Smith?"  Tracey stirred, feeling tired, thinking that she had fallen asleep at work and was embarrassed that she had been caught out.  She tried to throw off the dread and horror that came from some nightmare she had about running naked through a warehouse and being wrapped up like a piece of meat.

"Miss! Smith!"  The voice was more insistent, and Tracey recognized it as belonging to her assistant, Emily.  She flushed with shame thinking that her employee had caught her like this, she shuddered and tried to sit up....and realized that she already was sitting up.

"TRACEY!!!!!"  The sharp bark shocked Tracey fully awake, her head snapped up and she saw Emily standing in front of her, standing with her legs braced and fists on her hips, a most commanding expression on her face.  "That is you Tracey!  What in the world are you doing here like this?"

Tracey tried to order Emily to free her from this horrible trap, to release her and bring her clothes.  If they rushed maybe Tracey could still complete the inventory and save the company!  But her efforts to speak were reduced to grunts and moans.

Emily slowly made her way around her helplessly bound and exposed boss, "Well Missy it looks like you really got yourself into a situation here."  A smile slowly spread across her face.  "Oh, now what's this?  The suited woman leaned in and looked at something on Tracey's belly.  "It seems that you are listed as a GS-4295-ZK39 plumbing valve.  You are part of the inventory!"

Tracey thought the smile on her assistant's face looked far too sinister for her, but as long as the girl cut her down and got her some clothes she would promise to give the dark haired girl a raise of at least 2% on her next review.  Tracey could feel the other woman's body heat as she leaned in close, and when she heard that last part,  Tracey furiously shook her head trying to show how much she disagreed with that statement!  She decided that her assistant, needed a better sense of humor as Tracey saw nothing humorous in this situation!

While she stood so close, Emily insolently flicked one of Tracey's exposed nipples, the bit of flesh poking fiercely into the cold air.  The action provoking an almost inaudible grunt, a blush of shame and a fierce glare.

The offending digit slowly traced its way down the helpless blonde's tightly wrapped belly, continuing on down to her exposed crotch.  It took only a few light strokes of said offending digit before Tracey's flesh betrayed her and became flushed by both of shame as well as arousal.

Tracey grunted at her tormenter and after being ignored, was reduced to whimpering that was edging over into moans as the rude attention continued.  The smile on Emily's face grew even more sinister as she withdrew her hand, pulling a disappointed groan from the highly embarrassed and aroused blonde.

"You know as it's almost time for the auction, we need to get out there what with this being our department's big project!"  Tracey was befuddled as her tormentor walked out of her line of sight which was followed by some clattering and an electrical hum.

Suddenly the frame Tracey was bound to shook and then rose, as with a loud hum behind her she started moving forward.  The bound girl tried to show she didn't like what was happening by grunting fiercely and shaking her head from side to side.

Emily laughed merrily from behind, "But Tracy, this is our department's big day!  We deserve to see the auction complete.  I'm afraid its already started, you see they have a fully complete inventory list, including an item that was apparently added just last night."

Tracey was shocked that a complete list had been found and tried to demand an explanation, but again all that came out were grunts and moans.

"Well I have no idea what you are trying to say but its lucky for the company that when the guard called me last night I remembered that I had to put the entire inventory together on one of the computers here before transferring it over to my laptop.  That piece of junk you forced me to use wasn't capable of doing all the work I needed quickly enough so I had to use a desktop one here."  Emily explained as she drove the pallet Tracey was on through a large door out onto the external loading dock.

Now that they were outside, Tracey could see a large number of people milling about the area below the dock.  As Emily brought the pallet to a halt at the edge, Tracey realized that she looked totally naked as all the tape and wrap on her body was completely clear! It looked like she was holding her legs wide flashing her private parts to everyone!  From her face to her belly her skin glowed with a bright red blush.

"Oh Mr Chambers!  Mr Chambers!  I found her!"  Emily called gleefully from the dock edge, waving into the crowd.  Those that had already seen her started laughing and cheering, as more and more of the crowd saw her the tumult rose and included cat calls and wolf-whistles!  Tracey just wanted to die from shame she struggled to pull herself free but all that did was wiggle her large breasts at the crowd as if in approval at their attention!

Tracey's boss made his way over to where the two girls were, by the time he arrived where they waited, most of the tumult had calmed down to excited talk.  Mr Chambers had enjoyed the view as he approached and was able to reach up and stroke the various bits of exposed flesh before getting more heavy handed.

Putting pleasure aside to deal with business, Mr Chambers crossed his arms and frowned at the naked blonde, "Miss Smith, I don't know what you think you were doing, but while you were playing your kinky games, Emily here saved the day!"  Mr Chambers eyes showed that he approved of the situation that the busty blonde found herself in.

"Mr Chambers, if you look here," Emily pointed at the paper that was under a layer of the clear wrap around Tracey's belly.  "Tracey is the missing piece of inventory that was added last night!"

"Really?  How strange, I guess your former boss decided to really put herself into this project!"  The two broke out into laughter, which Tracey did not appreciate at all.  And she was starting to get a feeling that things were about to get even worse for her, if she didn't get released RIGHT NOW!

Her struggling only brought her large and unbound breasts to the attention of the lecherous Mr Chambers and the crowd behind him.  "Well little Missy, if you're that eager we'll just have to do something about your excitement!"  Tracey froze, barely breathing least she provoke more attention than she was already getting.

"Emily, it seems that my brother John was the one that won the bidding for the portion of the inventory that included this component here."  Mr Chambers waved at Tracey's bound form.  "I'm sure that he will put all of it to good use, as he's a very efficient fellow!"

"But I'm afraid that with Miss Smith being unavailable this means that her department needs a new manager.  I think that you've proven yourself more than capable of taking over her office, so starting Monday you are the new manager!"

Emily squealed in glee, "Why thank you Sir!  I've got some ideas on how to improve the efficiency of the department, as the previous manager failed to take full advantage of her personnel."

"I look forward to seeing what you can do with the group, Emily."  He patted the dark haired girl on her shoulder as she headed off to share her good news with her friends in the department.

Mr Chambers whispered so that only Tracey could hear, "My dear little nymphet, I'm a silent partner in my brothers business.  I do so look forward to helping him go through and investigate his new purchase!  I'm sure that he will welcome some assistance doing the inventory!"  With a wink and a laugh he tweaked her nipple fiercely before turning away.