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 ï>¿Tracey's Humiliating Search by Katie Smith Tracey knocked on the door
and on hearing no reply entered the room.  She was a bit wary, she'd heard
two of the other chambermaids talking about the guest in this room and
apparently he was a right creepy guy who'd tried to get them into bed and
wasn't very nice when he got turned down! Tracey was glad to see at first
glance that the hotel room was empty, she hadn't fancied bumping into Mr.
Hyde the day before her wedding!  She was 24 and had worked at the hotel
for 4 years working her way up to head chambermaid, which wasn't easy.  The
next morning she was getting married to her childhood sweetheart John and
going straight on her honeymoon for a week.  Even though she hadn't been
looking forward to cleaning Mr.  Hyde's room she was still naturally happy
at the way things were going. The only slight blot on the landscape was the
fact that John had pushed her into borrowing £3,000 from the hotel on a
staff loan to pay for the honeymoon.  She hadn't been keen because the
hotel was very strict on loan repayments and if she lost her job she would
have to pay the whole amount back immediately!  If you couldn't pay it back
they took you to court and all sorts of things could happen including being
sent to jail!  The last girl this had happened to was a girl Tracey herself
had fired.  She'd taken a loan out for £5,000 two months earlier and then
Tracey had been told the hotel was cost cutting and they had to dismiss one
chambermaid.  Although the girl who'd borrowed the money had been there a
while and there were girls junior to her, Tracey had never liked her and
decided to fire her.  Tracey admitted to herself that she disliked the girl
because she was prettier than herself and attracted more attention from the
male staffers.  So instead of her juniors, more or less on a whim, she
fired the girl. The distraught girl couldn't pay back the money she'd
borrowed and the hotel had taken her to a special debtors court and within
two days she had been sent to prison.  Instead of being sent for a set
period of time the judge had sent her to jail until such times as the loan
was repaid.  Well the girl only had her mother as family and she couldn't
raise the £5,000 so 15 months later the girl was still in prison with no
prospect of release!  The courts sent the hotel a monthly statement asking
if they still wanted the girl held and Tracey was the one who signed it
once a month to keep the girl in prison another month.  Then one day the
monthly form arrived and tired of having to fill it in again Tracey had
rang the courts and asked if it was really necessary for her to fill in a
form every month.  "After all we're never going to let her go," she'd
laughed to the girl at the other end of the phone. "Oh in that case we can
just send you the release form once a year then instead of once a month."
the girl giggled. "Even less than that if you want." Tracey laughed. "Well
we've got a 10 year or 20 year form as well." the court girl sniggered. "20
years will be fine," Tracey laughed and the monthly forms stopped after
that and the girl was literally forgotten about.  At least until John had
started pestering her to get a loan from the hotel and Tracey had
remembered what had happened to the other girl.  But he was persuasive and
she'd applied for the loan and got it, it would worry her all the time
until she'd paid it off though! She started pulling the sheets off Mr. 
Hyde's bed and was suddenly startled by a hard slap on her bottom and she
squealed and spun round to see a grinning Mr.  Hyde standing there. "Oh
sorry sir I didn't realize you were here," Tracey said wishing he hadn't
slapped her bottom. "That's okay, I was in the bathroom.  I'll leave you to
it," he said and Tracey was relieved when he turned and went back into the
bathroom closing the door behind him. "What a creep." she thought as she
rubbed her still stinging bottom and then continued to strip the bed of the
sheets and put them into her washing bag. Five minutes later Mr.  Hyde
reappeared while Tracey was running a duster over the dressing table and
almost immediately he snapped at her, "Miss, what have you done with my
money roll?" Tracey looked at him confused, she hadn't even seen a money
roll let alone touched one.  As she told him that he walked right up to her
and hissed, "You hotel sluts are all the same, I had a roll of £20 notes
on that table and it's gone now.  You've taken it haven't you?" He looked
really angry and Tracey was immediately scared and close to tears as she
started to protest her innocence but she was suddenly stopped when he
slapped her face with a stinging hard slap that almost knocked Tracey onto
the bed. "Stop lying bitch, you've taken my money and I'm going to make you
pay for it." he shouted and as the shocked Tracey stood there, tears
welling, he picked up the phone and asked the duty manager to come to his
room. Three minutes later Tracey's boss, Mr.  Jones, knocked and entered
the room.  Mr.  Jones was 55 and Tracey had always gotten on well with him.
He was a pussycat really and Tracey's hopes were raised when she saw him.
However, a barrage of complaints from Mr.  Hyde about her immediately met
him and Tracey could see he was concerned about the accusations Mr.  Hyde
was making.  Finally when there was a break Tracey tried to say she hadn't
taken any money. "She would say that wouldn't she!" Mr.  Hyde snapped, " I
want her searched, then you'll see I'm right." Tracey looked at Mr.  Jones
alarmed, "strip the bitch and you'll find my money." Mr.  Jones looked
worried himself, "I'm sure we can sort this out without going that far
sir." Then turning to Tracey he said, "if you've taken the money Tracey
you'd better hand it back straight away." "But I never even saw his money."
Tracey whined. "She's got it alright," Mr.  Hyde snarled, " get her
stripped off and I'll prove it." Mr.  Jones looked at her and then said
softly, "It may be the best way to prove your innocent Tracey." "But I am
innocent sir." Tracey sobbed. "Well this will prove it," he said, " and you
know it's part of your contract that we can strip search you if we feel
it's necessary." That was true, it wasn't always pointed out to new
employees but there was a clause in the employment contract which gave the
hotel the right to strip search any female employee.  In practice it hardly
ever happened, Tracey could only remember three girls being stripped in the
last year but she knew that Mr.  Jones was quite within his rights to do it
to her. "What do you say Tracey, unfortunately I think the only other
choice would be to call the police and if I do that you will lose your job
I'm afraid." Mr.  Jones said. A sudden dread ran through Tracey, if she
lost her job the loan would be payable and they'd already spent all the
money on the honeymoon, she'd end up in prison for the rest of her life! 
Fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. "Oh turn off the waterworks darling."
Mr.  Hyde sneered, "get those clothes off and let's find my money." "Do I
have to do it in front of him." Tracey sobbed. "Well he is needed as a
witness." Mr.  Jones said almost apologetically, "come on Tracey let's get
started. Tracey hesitated even though she knew there was no choice but to
obey them.  Just as she was about to start undressing Mr.  Hyde slapped her
hard across her bottom again.  "Come on bitch we haven't got all day."
Through her fresh tears she saw Mr.  Jones shoot Mr.  Hyde a disapproving
look but he didn't say anything and to avoid another slap Tracey quickly
stripped.  She tried to keep her modesty as much as she could and placed
each item of clothing on the bed beside her as she took them off.  She
didn't look at the two men, she knew Mr.  Hyde would be watching her every
move but she hoped Mr.  Jones was being more discrete.  Eventually she was
naked before them and standing trying to cover herself with one arm across
her ample chest and the other between her legs. "I'll give you one thing
Mr. Jones, you employ some good looking pussy." Mr.  Hyde laughed and
Tracey was dismayed to hear Mr.  Jones laugh with him.  She was still
refusing to look at the two men but she saw Mr.  Hyde start to pick up her
clothes from the bed and make a cursory search through them and then to her
horror he started ripping them apart!  The company uniform was only thin
material and he easily ripped her blouse into small pieces and Mr.  Jones
nervously asked if it was necessary to do that, "What do you care, just
take it out of the bitches wages." Mr.  Hyde snorted as he proceeded to rip
Tracey's skirt, bra and panties into as small pieces as he could. Tracey
just stood there desperately still trying to cover her nakedness and not
believing that Mr.  Jones was letting this happen to her. "Well there's
nothing in her clothes, lets see if she's got anything inside her." Mr. 
Hyde sneered before snapping at Tracey, "get your hands on your head
bitch." The despairing Tracey looked at Mr.  Jones for support but he
nervously looked at her and said, "Do as your told Tracey." Wishing the
ground would open up and swallow her Tracey put her hands on her head
giving the two men a perfect view of her body in all it's naked glory. "Yes
she is a nice piece of ass alright." Mr.  Hyde laughed and then casually
stepped forward and placed his hand on Tracey's left breast and gave it a
squeeze.  Tracey was about to protest but thought better of it. "Right
let's check out that hot little pussy of hers." he laughed giving her
breast one final squeeze before dropping his hand. "Is that absolutely
necessary." Mr.  Jones asked looking a little worried. "Of course, a roll
of bank notes would fit nicely up her twat, she probably enjoyed putting it
up there." Mr.  Hyde laughed evilly, and then turning to Tracey he said,
"Get up on the bed on all fours with your legs apart bitch." Tracey shot a
glance at Mr.  Jones but he avoided her eyes before mumbling, "You'd better
do as he says Tracey." Felling even more wretched than before Tracey
climbed onto the bed and got on all fours with her legs spread open and
cried with embarrassment as the two men stood at the foot of the bed
admiring the view she was giving them. "Actually as I am her employer I
think I should be the one to look up there." she heard Mr.  Jones say. She
heard Mr.  Hyde laugh and say, "Be my guest." Tracey tensed, in some ways
it would be even more embarrassing having her boss pushing his fingers into
her rather than the horrible Mr.  Hyde but she suddenly felt fingers
sliding along her pussy lips trying to force their way inside.  She
squealed as somebody slapped her bottom hard and told her to open her legs
wider and then her bosses fingers were deep inside her.  She squirmed as he
worked the fingers deeper and deeper into her, first two fingers and then
three and finally four.  Although she couldn't help it she was soon wet and
her natural juices made it easier for her boss to feel around inside her
pussy until finally after what seemed an age to Tracey he pulled them out
and she heard him say to Mr.  Hyde, "There's nothing up there." "There must
be, I'm going to see for myself." she heard Mr.  Hyde snort and she buried
her head in the pillows as she felt his fingers start to push between her
legs.  He was much rougher than Mr.  Jones and almost immediately he had
four big fingers buried deep inside her. "Got a tight little cunt hasn't
she" she heard Mr.  Hyde laugh and she suddenly felt him sliding his thumb
in along side his fingers and for the first time in her life Tracey had a
whole hand inside her.  Suddenly to Tracey's horror there was a knock at
the door and as Tracey looked Mr.  Jones went to answer it and stood with
his back to Tracey trying to shield her from whoever was at the door.  He
said a few words to them and then came back to the bed and said to Tracey,
"Apparently your boyfriend was on the phone asking what time you will be
home tonight, I told him you may be a bit late." Mr.  Jones was still
standing by Tracey's head and Mr.  Hyde suddenly pulled his hand out of her
pussy with an audible pop.  Then she suddenly felt something long and thin
being rubbed quickly against her wet pussy lips before he laughed, "This
bitch isn't going home at all, look what I found up her pussy." As Tracey
turned her head she saw he was holding up a rolled up length of bank notes
coated in her pussy juices. "Oh no, I didn't take them." Tracey wailed and
received another hard slap on her bottom from Mr.  Hyde who laughed at Mr.
Jones and said, "You didn't go deep enough." "Tracey, what have you got to
say." Mr.  Jones said sounding a little shocked. "I didn't put it up there
sir, please believe Me," she sobbed, "he put it there while you were at the
door." "Lying bitch." Mr.  Hyde snapped and this time planted a hard smack
directly onto Tracey's pussy, which made her squeal loudly. "I'm afraid I
agree with Mr.  Hyde here, you are a lying bitch Tracey and therefore I
have no alternative but to dismiss you from your position with this hotel."
Tracey got up off the bed and started to plead with her boss but he pushed
her back so she fell onto the bed and looking down at her he sneered. "And
to think we made you a supervisor, I believe you owe the hotel a lot of
money Tracey, can you pay it back immediately?" She sobbed as she shook her
head, "Well in that case you can forget about getting married tomorrow,
your going to be spending the rest of your life where you belong young
lady, in prison!" Should there be a Part 2????