Things have mysteriously been going missing at Shaftem Marketing and it all seems to have started when their newest recruit joined them. Paul is no stranger to trouble and his chequered past makes him the obvious target for people's suspicions. But when Sue's precious fountain pen disappears she and her colleague decide to take matters into their own hands.

Sue walks over to her friend and colleague Mary. "You haven't seen my best fountain pen have you? I went to make a coffee and when I got back to my desk it had gone!"

"You know it was my favourite. I was given that for 5 years loyal service to the company. It can't just have walked off on its own."

"I know the one you mean," says Mary sympathetically, "but I'm afraid I haven't seen it."

"You know, all these thefts only started when that new boy joined," says Sue angrily.

"I know it's wrong to jump to conclusions, but he does have a criminal record. And he always seems to be hovering about. I bet he took it!"

Just as they are speaking the subject of their discussion walks over to them.

Sue notices Paul arrive and looks over at him suspiciously.

Paul walks over to the photocopier and starts rifling through the pile of paper on top.

Sue purses her lips and her eyes narrow. What's he doing? He doesn't have any reason for being in this part of the office. He's supposed to be working in accounts today.

Mary watches too as he lifts a handful of paper from the machine. He acts casually as though he were doing nothing wrong but the two women still don't trust him.

"Where are you going with that?" Asks Mary seeing him about to walk off with the paper. It might only be a few sheets of paper but that's not the point. He hasn't asked whether it's OK to take it.

"Oh erm..." Says Paul staring at the sheaf of paper in his grip as though seeing it for the first time. "I was told to get it by Andy in accounts."

"Andy doesn't work in accounts," says Sue, "he works in stationery. So why would he ask you to get paper for him when he has reams and reams of his own?"

She stares at him questioningly. Paul is flustered by her but tries to hide it. "Sorry I meant Jason from accounts. I haven't learned everyone's names yet."

Sue doesn't buy it but lets it drop for now. There are more important issues to deal with. "Hmm," she says, "well I don't suppose on your travels you've seen a gold fountain pen inscribed with my name have you?"

"No," says Paul, his voice wavering. "Are you quite sure?" Asks Sue, "It's worth a lot of money."

"Of course I haven't seen your stupid pen," says Paul hotly. "Are you accusing me of stealing?" Mary senses guilt in his voice and thinks he's trying to distract them.

Paul can see the two of them aren't convinced and has an idea. "I have nothing to hide. You can search me of you want," he says - thinking that there's no way they would dare.

But to his horror Mary calls his bluff: "OK then we will!" She says brightly.

"What a good idea," agrees Sue as Mary jumps up from the desk, eager to get started. Paul stands there dumbly wondering if they are joking.

Mary glances over as she marches over to him. This little sod doesn't know what he's letting himself in for!

Paul's palms start to sweat as Mary stands behind him. He never expected them to take him up on his offer and now cannot see a way to back out.

Sue walks up and grabs his tie - looking him right in the eye meaningfully. "We'd better not find anything on you or there'll be trouble," she says.

He turns away feeling afraid. He thinks about making a run for it but that would just make him look guilty. And if his parole officer found out he could end up back in prison.

Knowing how much he has to lose he puts up no resistance when the two women slide his jacket off. He wasn't stupid enough to keep anything on him so once they pat him down he's sure they'll let him go.

Nonetheless he feels uncomfortable and trapped between them having spent a long time away from any sort of female company.

"Taking other people's property without asking is wrong," says Sue passionately, "and we're going to search every inch of you for my pen." Paul tries to hide his rising panic - just how far do they intend to go with this?

"Hey look - this isn't necessary," he says trying desperately to talk his way out of it, "I'll help you look for your precious pen if you want! I'm sure we'll be able to find it."

But Mary and Sue have set their minds to searching him and Sue starts rifling through his hair to make sure there's nothing hidden in it.

"We'll see after we've finished our search," says Sue, peering into his ear. She guesses if she lets him go now her pen will miraculously reappear right where she left it.

"Say 'aaah'," she continues - getting him to open his mouth so she can look inside. She knows it's unlikely he could be hiding anything in there but wants to impress on him just how thorough she and Mary are going to be.

"I think he's starting to sweat," says Sue to her colleague, "that's a sure sign of guilt." Paul is definitely feeling the pressure and wishes they wouldn't stand so close.

"I don't think you should be doing this," says Paul with a gulp as they start pulling on his shirt.

"We'll be the judge of what we should or should not be doing," says Sue as Mary starts unbuttoning it.

"You don't need to take my shirt off to see I'm not hiding anything," he says weakly. But the two women aren't to be deterred.

Working together it doesn't take them long to fully unbutton his shirt. Paul can feel the cool air-conditioned air against his bare flesh and it makes him shiver.

"We can hardly check you properly with all this clothing in the way," says Sue as they yank his shirt off.

"There's nothing under there," he says as she lifts up his arm and looks underneath. The longer it continues the more awkward he feels. What if someone were to come by and see him like this?

"Just keep quiet and let us get this over with. It's not as though we're enjoying this!" Says Sue as she and Mary spin him around.

She feels his torso all over, squeezing and prodding him in a way that makes him feel like a piece of meat.

Sue lets go for a moment and stares at his lower half in a way that Paul doesn't like at all. Surely they wouldn't go that far would they?

"You do realise we could get you into a lot of trouble if we so choose," says Sue threateningly, "so you'd better let us do whatever we want or else face the consequences."

As if to prove her point she grabs hold of his nipple and twists it painfully. Paul manages to stifle his urge to cry out but realises that the woman is right and the thought frightens him.

"I think he'd put anything he were hiding somewhere he'd think we'd be too shy to check," says Sue. "It's a good job we're not shy then isn't it?" Says Mary with a grin.

"Indeed. I think we should get his trousers off so we can make sure he's not secreting anything down there," says Sue slyly as she and Mary grab hold of the waistband. Paul tries to hide his panic at the thought. Just what has he got himself into?

Paul thought he could brazen it out by offering for the women to search him. He assumed they would just check his pockets and finding nothing hidden, let him go. Unfortunately for him Sue and Mary are very thorough and aware that there are other places a young miscreant might secrete something about himself.

Paul really doesn't like the idea of the two women taking his trousers off. It's bad enough being stood topless in full-view of anyone who's passing and he really doesn't want to go any further.

He tries to fight Sue off as she starts to unbuckle his belt but Mary swiftly moves in to pull his hands free.

Mary is bigger and stronger than he is and quickly overpowers him. He's helpless to resist as Sue undoes his belt right before his eyes.

The trouble is, he already agreed to them searching him. There's no easy way to back out now. But his fear increases as the woman whips his belt off and tosses it aside.

"Right then, let's get these off you shall we?" Says Sue. Even though it's posed as a question Paul knows he isn't being given a choice in the matter.

"Please," he says weakly, "I don't want you to." He starts to struggle again but is no match for Mary.

"We've got to check you over properly haven't we? Otherwise how can we be sure you're telling the truth? It's in your best interests to cooperate," says Sue.

"Or if you'd prefer I could go and get the MD and let him deal with you?" She offers casually while unzipping his fly.

Paul can picture the fierce round-faced man who runs the company marching in and seeing him stood like this. "No. No. That won't be necessary," he says hurriedly.

"Good," says Mary as she slides his trousers down, "then we can continue." Paul realises they have him over a barrel and it's not a nice feeling.

Sue looks up at him. "I think we should take peek in here in case you're trying to hide something," she says and Paul gulps.

She stretches the waistband and she and Mary peer into his underwear. Paul starts to sweat. He knows there is nothing there but having the two women stare at his genitals troubles him deeply.

At least they're letting him keep his underpants on and retain some sense of modesty. Perhaps after this they'll realise he's clean and let him get dressed and go.

Sue lets the elastic snap back sharply. "That's no good," she says, "we can't see properly. We'll have to remove all your clothes."

"But there's no need for all this. You can see I haven't got your stupid fountain pen. I told you it wasn't me." Paul tries desperately to persuade them of his innocence but the two women are set on a complete examination.

Sue gets down next to Mary to help her strip him. Mary can barely hide the grin that appears on her face as the two friends work together.

"I bet he's hidden my pen somewhere in his clothing. I'm determined to find it. That pen means a lot to me!" Sue says passionately.

She grabs hold of his shoe and starts to pull it off. Paul nearly loses his balance and Mary has to help support him.

Sue removes it, examines it closely then throws it carelessly to one side having satisfied herself there's nothing inside that shouldn't be there.

She does the same with his trousers. Again there is nothing to be found and she flings them away crossly.

Mary makes sure his clothing is well out of reach in case he tries to make a grab for it. "See - you've not found anything. Can I go now?" Asks Paul plaintively. Sue merely stares at him coldly.

"Of course he could always be hiding something in his underpants," says Mary making Paul's heart skip a beat.

She points to his crotch. "I mean that bulge could be anything," she continues, "I bet he's got your fountain pen tucked away in there."

The two women stare at his groin making him feel even more uncomfortable. He desperately tries to think of a way to deter them from removing his underpants.

"I think I did see your pen actually," he tries in desperation. "I think Jacqui in HR had it." Sue shakes her head and purses her lips. She knows full well Jacqui would never take her pen without asking.

"Please! Just let me keep my pants on," he begs but Mary wants to see what he's got hidden inside them and seizes hold of the waistband.

He starts struggling again pleading with them to leave him alone. But Sue's not taken in by his innocent young lad routine and helps Mary with the tight fitting garment.

Mary yanks his briefs down and his penis and testicles come spilling out into view.

He immediately tries to cover himself up with his hands. "Now we'll see if you've got anything you shouldn't have in your underpants," says Sue sternly.

She grabs hold of the flimsy article of clothing and removes it completely while Paul hops on one foot trying to keep his balance.

To her frustration a close examination finds nothing and she discards his pants, unhappy that their search has so far failed to find her precious pen.

But Mary isn't about to give up. She can think of other places he might be trying to keep something hidden.

She wants to see his genitals properly but can't get a clear look with his hands in the way.

She slaps his hands hard to get him to move them. Paul realises she isn't going to give up and very reluctantly parts his hands slightly.

"He could be trying to hide something in his pubes or behind his balls or somewhere. I wouldn't put anything past this one," explains Mary.

"Is that it?" Says Sue, the disgust clear in her voice, "have you tucked my pen somewhere near your dick thinking I wouldn't want to look there?"

"Keep your hands out of the way," she continues, "you're not going to pull the wool over my eyes."

"What a dirty little pervert you are. Well Mary and I are just going to have to check out your genitals and see what we find." As she continues to talk Paul panics. He certainly doesn't want the two of them toying with his cock and balls!

"I saw a programme about how prisoners smuggle things down there," says Mary, "I bet he learnt how to do it when he was inside."

Terrified of having his privates played with Paul decides to stand his ground. "There's no way I'm going to let you touch my bits and pieces," he says - trying to sound confident. "The choice is yours Paul," says Sue, "we can either do this here and now or we can call the police..."

Paul is terrified when the two women threaten to call the police. The slightest sign of trouble and he could end up back inside so the helpless lad realises he is at their mercy. Mary is convinced he's hiding something internally having seen a programme about it on TV. But he's not at all ready for just how far Mary and Sue are prepared to go to find out.

The two women bundle the naked man over the desk and gather round his unprotected backside. Surely they don't think he's got something hidden up his arse do they?

He stiffens, feeling a fingertip brushing against his sphincter. He's been searched this way when he was inside but cannot quite believe these two women would go that far.

"I bet you're right Mary," says Sue, "he could easily be hiding my precious fountain pen up his arse. We'd better check to be sure."

"No. NO! There's nothing up there. You can't do this!" Paul blurts out suddenly panicking. He knows from experience how painful rectal examinations are and doesn't want to submit to one right out in the open.

But it seems the women are determined to find out the truth and he feels the tip of Mary's finger pressing against his clenched hole.

Almost as though she were an expert, she starts to slowly slide it in.

Paul winces with pain: "OW! That hurts," he moans. "You should have thought of that before you went round stealing things," admonishes Mary.

"Shove your finger right in and have a good feel around inside," says Sue helpfully and Mary happily does so.

She presses in as far as she can go and starts probing around inside Paul's rectum.

"Eugh!" She says, "it's all warm and squishy in there!" But she doesn't let that deter her and continues to rummage around.

Paul tries his hardest not to make a sound. The last thing he wants to do is attract any more attention. But the shock of it makes him gasp.

"Can you feel anything?" Asks Sue excitedly. There's something thrilling about getting a man in such a vulnerable position and having complete power over him.

"I'm not sure," replies Mary, "it's not easy to tell." As she speaks she works her finger in and out of Paul's backside.

She can feel his sphincter trying to resist her but it's pointless as she's more than able to drive her finger in at will.

"Do they really hide things up their bum in prison?" Sue asks. "That's disgusting!"

"Oh yes," says Mary, "it's well known. They think it's safe up there and that no-one will want to look."

"Well it's a good job we're not at all squeamish about such things," says Sue in a serious voice, "we'll do whatever it takes to find my pen."

"I'm going to try with two fingers," says Mary, "I can't really feel around properly with just the one." Paul closes his eyes - oh no!

Mary rams two fingers into Paul's anal cavity, stretching it open so she can better check if he's hiding anything up there.

Paul cannot help but howl as her probing fingers work their way deep inside him. Even the intimate searches in prison weren't as painful as this.

Not to mention the added humiliation of it being done by women! And not even trained ones at that. What if they tell other people in the company what they've done to him? People would whisper and laugh behind his back.

He tries not to cry from the shock of it as the two women carry on with their investigation without paying him any heed.

"Do you think it hurts?" Asks Sue. "I mean it can't feel nice having two fingers jammed up your arse can it?"

Mary carries on jamming her fingers in and out of Paul's bottom as she thinks about it.

"I'm sure having been in prison he's used to it. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this little pervert doesn't actually enjoy it!" She says and both women burst into fits of laughter.

"But seriously though. If nothing else this will teach him a lesson. He has to learn there are consequences if he steals things. Particularly our things," says Mary gravely.

"How many times do I have to tell you! I HAVEN'T TAKEN YOUR STUFF!" Despite his hopeless situation Paul finds himself getting angry with the two women.

"And you know by now there's nothing up there so you can get your fingers out of my arse right now." The silence tells him he might have gone too far.

"Come on Mary, harder!" Says Sue, grabbing her friends hand and encouraging her to fuck Paul's arse.

Paul bites his lip realising that he shouldn't have dared challenge these two imperious women. Now he must face their punishment.

His sphincter feels like it's being stretched wide open by the repeated penetration - but there's nothing he can do about it but try not to make a fuss.

He wonders if this pain will ever end. The women seem to be enjoying themselves so much judging by the cackles of laughter he can hear behind him.

"Perhaps you should give up Mary if you're not able to find anything," says Sue. Mary looks at her for a moment - then realises what she has in mind.

She yanks her fingers out causing Paul to yelp in pain and surprise and the two women snigger loudly.

"Come on you, up you get," says Mary. Paul rises slowly from the desk, his body aching and his anus throbbing but glad that his rectal examination is finally over.

He makes to go for his clothes in a messy heap in the corner but Mary grabs him before he can get to them. "Oh no you don't," she says with a laugh.

She pushes him backwards against the desk. He puts his hand out to steady himself. What is she up to now?

With a firm shove she tips him over onto his back. He lays there his arms and legs flailing around in shock and panic.

Mary grabs hold of his legs and jerks them back so his puckered sphincter is once again on display and accessible. He feels Sue's hand brush against it.

Mary stands over him smiling as she restrains him. He looks forlornly at Sue as she leans in close to his backside."After all," says Sue, "it is my pen so it's only right that I should look for it." Her words make Paul tense up. He has a horrible feeling his arsehole is about to receive even more unwanted attention...

Paul wishes he'd never stepped foot in Shaftem Marketing. It was meant to be a fresh start but he's only been here a short while and already he's in trouble. He's been through some unpleasant experiences in prison but nothing compares to the utter humiliation of being stripped and penetrated by two fully clothed women.

"Maybe I'll have better luck than you did Mary," says Sue ominously as she peers at his throbbing sphincter.

Without wasting any more time she starts to press her finger into him.

It hurts as much if not more than when Mary was doing it! His bottom is still very sore but he's unable to put up more than the feeblest resistance which doesn't slow Sue down at all.

Soon she has her finger all the way in and starts to feel around inside his rectum. It's a most disturbing feeling for Paul who had hoped this unpleasantness might be over.

He grits his teeth as the woman rummages around inside him. His senses seem sharpened somehow and he can feel her digit probing.

She whips her finger out without warning. "Hmmm," she says, "I see what you mean about it being difficult to feel anything."

"Still, I'm not giving up until I find my pen!" So saying she jams her finger back into him with a vengeance.

Paul winces with shock and writhes around on the desk. But Mary has a firm hold on his ankles so there's no way for him to get free and make a run for it - much as he'd like to.

"Have a go with two fingers. You might have more luck," suggests Mary with a grin.

"That's a good idea - thank you Mary," says Sue tapping the entrance to Paul's anus with her fingers. Paul thinks it's a terrible idea but knows better than to try and dissuade them.

He takes a deep breath in preparation for the pain he knows is coming as Sue starts to enter him once again.

It's even more excruciating as she works two fingers into his anal cavity and his whole body tenses up.

Sue can feel his sphincter trying to clench around her but she doesn't let that deter her.

She uses her strength and rams deep into him, his yelps of pain giving her satisfaction.

"Shut up you pathetic wimp!" She says angrily, "I don't know why you're making so much fuss - you've only got yourself to blame."

With a renewed determination to find her precious pen she goes even harder on him, shoving her fingers in and out of him faster and faster.

Paul cries out almost in tears with the pain and humiliation of it. He almost wishes he were back inside - safely away from these to vicious women.

"I think I might have found something," says Sue with satisfaction. She uses her other hand to try and stretch his sphincter wider.

"I'm sure there's something up there," she says, "but I can't quite be sure."

She pulls her fingers out for a moment and looks at his ragged hole. It's been so worked he cannot even clench it shut properly.

Paul has only a brief moment's respite before the woman eagerly re-inserts her fingers and resumes probing around inside him.

"I can't quite see..." Sue says in frustration. She wants to make completely sure the little sneak hasn't managed to deceive her.

She gets an idea and to his horror, Paul can feel her inserting even more fingers!

Using both hands she stretches his anus wide open so she can see up it.

Mary tries to control her laughter. "Anything up there Sue?" She asks - wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"I'm not sure..." Sue keeps pulling it apart and looking into his bright red rectum.

Paul sobs to himself. Far worse than the immediate pain is the knowledge that his body is being penetrated so casually by the fearsome woman.

With her fingers inside him again Sue has one more rummage around. But she's starting to think her pen isn't up his bottom after all.

"Any luck Sue?" Asks Mary in a concerned tone. Sue slides her fingers out reluctantly and Paul waits tensely to see if his ordeal is finally over.

Sue sits back crossly. "No. It's not there," she says - scowling at Paul as though he made her do all that work for nothing. Paul feels an overwhelming sense of relief.

Paul's eyes are red with tears but he breathes out and feels even better when Mary releases his legs.

He's stiff after being in such an awkward position for so long and nearly falls off the desk in his hurry to get up.

He propels himself away from the desk ready to make a dash from the two women. He no longer cares if other people see him naked - he just wants to be as far away as possible.

"Not so fast," says Mary, grabbing hold of him before he can make a break for freedom. "B.B.But she didn't find anything!" He says in a shocked stammer.

Mary towers over him and is much stronger than he is, pulling him back and restraining him with ease. "There is one more place he might be hiding something," she says.

Sue understands her meaning immediately. "You mean in here?" She asks - seizing hold of Paul's limp penis.

"Yes," she continues, "he might have put something down the end. We should check to be on the safe side."

Paul cannot believe what is happening to him. Of course he hasn't got anything down his piss-slit! But how can he convince these two when they've already demonstrated they're not above doing anything to him.

"We should wank him off. If he cums it will prove there's nothing down his penis," says Sue with satisfaction.

"If he can't then we'll know he's been lying to us all along and we can take matters further." Sue's words fill Paul with dread. The last thing he feels like right now is shooting his load. But if he doesn't then what will happen to him? The young man has never felt under such intense pressure in all his life.

With his backside still burning painfully from the repeated penetration, the idea of shooting his load seems impossible to Paul. But he knows the two women have the upper hand and he cannot risk disobeying their orders. And what will happen to him if he's unable to provide them with what they want?

"So Paul," says Sue, "it's time to prove your yourself - one way or the other." The frightened lad is starkly aware of his nudity in the chilly corner of the office and realises that this is the only way he's going to be allowed to get dressed and leave.

The two women exchange glances and both have to try to stifle their laughter. Paul gulps - wondering how the hell he's going to perform when he feels so wretched.

Mary's hand slides towards his exposed genitals eagerly. She's more than happy to help him out.

He cannot meet Sue's penetrating gaze as Mary feels his heavy testicles. He feels utterly ashamed at being in such a compromising position.

Mary seizes his penis and starts to stroke it gently in a way that she knows men cannot resist.

Paul looks down helplessly as she rolls his foreskin back and forth over the hyper-sensitive tip.

Sue smiles - enjoying seeing her colleague and friend exerting her power over their naked plaything.

Even though he is still in discomfort Paul finds the gentle motion highly pleasurable.

"Please stop," says Paul thickly as he starts to become aroused, "I promise I haven't stolen anything." Being made to cum by these two would be a whole new level of humiliation and he's not sure he can bear it.

"But surely you want some relief after all the stress," says Sue as she too feels his weighty balls. "These feel pretty full to me. I bet you can't wait to empty them."

Sue looks up at him and Paul realises that nothing he says will stop them from their task. He's never met two such clever and manipulative women before and they terrify him.

With both women touching his penis he finds himself weakening. Try as he might he simply cannot resist their caresses.

He cannot think straight as they work on his penis and testicles. All reason goes out of the window and despite his dislike of them he finds the two women increasingly attractive.

"Oooh!" Exclaims Mary, "I think he's enjoying himself" - she feels his dick hardening in her grip. "You have a go Sue."

Sue is more than happy to take over enjoying the thought of having such control over this young man.

The two women grin at each other. This certainly beats a normal boring day in the office doing paperwork!

Paul can feel himself responding and his penis starts to throb as Sue pumps away on it. Part of him wants to deny her the satisfaction of making him shoot his load but he's not sure he even could.

Sue can see the struggle on his face but knows she'll get what she wants from him.

She's an expert at making men cum for her and actually relishes the prospect of a challenge.

But it takes very little time before Paul starts bucking in her grip and she can tell he is getting close.

"Time to show us what's you're hiding down the end of your dick Paul," she says as Mary holds out her hand to catch the evidence.

Paul lets out a huge sigh as he reaches orgasm, a thick strand of semen projecting from his penis.

Now he's started he cannot stop and he ejaculates copiously into Mary's outstretched palm.

The two women giggle with laughter as he cums.

Sue keeps pumping him - determined to get out every last drop of his precious sperm.

Even Paul is surprised at how much he produces and for a brief moment he feels a sense of release.

There's clearly nothing else coming out but ejaculate and in his daze Paul hopes this means he's finally off the hook.

Eventually the flow subsides and he breathes a sigh of relief. The women regard the pool of sticky liquid in Mary's hand with interest, wondering what to do with it.

Mary can think of a good use for it and leaps up, surprising Paul by shoving her hand in his face.

He pulls away as she wipes the mess all over him. He can taste his own cum as her fingers work their way into his mouth.

The women shriek with laughter as Mary makes sure he eats every last drop of his mess.

Paul gags as the slimy stuff slides down his throat. He has no choice but to swallow or risk bringing it all back up again.

When Mary is finished he wipes his mouth but it's far too late and he knows he'll have the taste in his mouth for hours to come.

"So," says Sue severely, "it seems you've found some way to deceive Mary and me and have hidden my precious pen somewhere else." Paul stares at her - surely she can't still think he's guilty?

"Well I won't forget that you made the two of us strip you and wank you off you filthy little pervert," she continues, grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Now you can get out of my sight. I've had enough of you and your lying." With that she gives him a hard shove in the direction of the corridor.

Paul manages to stop and turns back. "But what about my clothes?" He asks plaintively.

Sue is in no mood to show any leniency and lifts her foot up to kick him smartly in the arse with the heel.

She sends him stumbling and scurrying away from the two of them blubbing pathetically.

"And don't come anywhere near my desk again or I'll call the police," Sue calls after him. Paul doesn't need to be told twice. He has no intentions of ever going near Sue and Mary ever again!

"You're so bad Sue!" Says Mary barely able to contain herself. "You knew right away he didn't have your pen didn't you?"

"I know," says Sue with a smirk, "but wasn't it fun watching him sweat? He's learnt a valuable lesson - I bet he'll never steal from anyone ever again. We've done the public a service!" With that the two women howl as they watch Paul's retreating back disappearing down the corridor.

The office thief stripped & searched