Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Fri Feb 06, 2015 6:43 pm

Part 1

“So, you can afford a gym membership but not an actual, professional adult dress huh? Ughh.”
Heather McDouglas stood posing and pouting in front of her closet mirror, debating whether or not to change into something else for Mayor Renski’s reelection campaign fundraiser. There was no denying it: her strapless royal-blue dress would make her a standout, but maybe not in the best light possible. Sensual, snug, it was attire that straddled the border between wild bachelorette party in Vegas and an outfit passable for an office Christmas party. self-consciously, she pulled down the bottom with authority, and even then, the skirt line hovered above her mid-thigh. Biting her lip but admitting that the dress was better than her jeans or pantsuit, she settled the matter by placing her hands on hips.

“Which reminds me, I have GOT to put my next paycheck towards shoes.” Heather dug through her closet floor, tossing back sandals and sneakers until she came upon a pair of peach pumps that had only been worn for occasions like banquets and weddings. “I always feel gigantic in these, but if you want to get the hell out of PuffPeace, you’ve got to start faking it to make it”, she thought to herself. Freshly minted from college, Heather had only been in the workforce for 18 months. It was tough being a Millennial: the economy was showing signs of recovery but the job hunt was still a nightmare. Naturally, this led to Heather settling for a job as a “Social Media Mogul” (whatever that meant) in a mid-size city across the country, away from almost all friends and family. She was a driven woman, having juggled a part-time newspaper internship while playing collegiate volleyball, and oh yeah, doing all of this while earning high grades in school towards her Journalism degree. In this era of tweets, likes, and viral videos, Heather’s dream of diving into serious reporting looked distant. Still, the gig at PuffPeace paid her necessities, gym fees, and a bit on the side for drinks with the girls from work. Glancing at the clock reading a quarter till 8, she quickly slid into her shoes, grabbed her clutch, and headed out the door to the event, her steps click-clacking all the way to her car.

Re: Her Big Break

Postby xtc » Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:13 am

Welcome to the league of TUGs writers. A well set story.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Sat Feb 07, 2015 9:11 am

Part 2

“Wow, guess the campaign management team spared no expense for this bash.” To her disappointment, Heather approached the doors of a generic, and quite frankly, drab building. In a surprisingly odd manner, team Vote for Renski abruptly changed the location of the fundraiser from the Castle Peak Resort & Luxury Hotel in the heart of downtown to the campaign headquarters which, as one could imagine, was nothing more than a quickly leased structure smack-dab in a suburban office park. Heather’s gears started spinning: maybe this assignment wouldn’t be so awful. Being at campaign HQ could lead to some interesting information about the Mayor’s strategy, and ultimately, provide her with more content for an actual story to couple nicely with her quota of tweets and photos she was being paid to post online.

As she strutted into the first floor and grabbed a name-tag, her hopes evaporated for a second time as her expression turned mortified. The event looked like a nursing home at a children’s birthday party. A DJ was playing cliche pop-songs while a hundred or so grumpy men and women chatted and drank amongst themselves at foldout tables. Wilted vegetables and sandwiches were laid out buffet-style at the far end of the room, and save for a few balloons and decorations, this gathering couldn't be considered much of a party. Heather gritted her teeth and stood as rigid as a plank. “If I snap pics of what’s going on tonight, Julian will laugh in my face, think I had taken a wrong turn and crashed a funeral!” Weren’t the Renski’s loaded? She hadn’t been in this town for long, but knew well enough from the local news and commercials that Dennis Renski had built a modest fortune in only a few short years, becoming a success in their part of the state.

She put the thought aside once she realized nearly a dozen attendees were staring at her. Standing barefoot at 5’9, Heather McDouglas had a stunning combination of feminine grace and athletic build. Her hazel eyes complimented her lengthy cherry brown hair, tonight set straight with chic bangs. Being of Irish and Nordic ancestry left her with a lighter complexion than most, but not so much as to be considered shockingly pale. Her bust was moderate and the dress she was so reluctant to wear actually brought out the best in her, accentuating the lines of a toned tummy. Again, never one to loaf, Heather had made it a point to continue to train like she had all throughout her life. Her hard work paid off tremendously, giving her legs that a dog could bark up and a body that a woman of any age secretly envied. Add to the fact that tonight she stood about 6-feet even and, well, do the math.

Blushing, it dawned on her how there seemed to be nearly no one her age AND no one dressed this...enthusiastically. “Pantsuit. Should’ve worn the pantsuit,” she thought. When the event changed, a good portion of the younger crowd must have split. Oh, how she wish she could join them. Making a b-line for the drink table, Heather noticed a guy around her age hungrily eating a finger-sandwich.

Chuckling to himself as he saw Heather, the kid shook his head and set down a plate of food.

“You realize this isn’t Castle Peak? I’ll tell you something, the fuzzy carpeting and hair-band ballads might actually be the best part of tonight!”

Heather played along, “Definitely, and to think I was expecting shots and a 2am closing time!” They laughed a little. This might not be a total waste of a Thursday Night, she thought.

“Hey I’m Joseph, uh, call me Joe though!” he's charming, and not bad to look at either...

“So, Joe, why are you hanging around the crypt tonight? I’m stuck here and on the verge of dipping out as soon as possible after I post some content.”

“Looks like we’re stuck for the evening together then. Believe it or not but this is actually my uncle’s deal, and I’m just one of the few interns here. It sucks, but hey, it counts as a class. I just can’t believe his secretary messed up the dates so hard that we had to all wind-up here.”

Heather felt a jolt of excitement. This was the kind of development she had hoped for...Renski’s nephew! He’s gotta have some stories.

“I bet you’ve got some great anecdotes about him at HQ, motivational speeches and possible reelection plans.”

“You’d think that given his cringey ads, but mostly he’s either screaming or in constant meetings with a few of his assistants. The rest of the staff kind of keeps this ship afloat.”

“What do you mean?”

“Meh, he’s always acting furious or paranoid. I don’t know, probably because of nerves for a second term. He’s got it on lockdown though it seems. But MAN, I’ll tell you, I’ll overhear his nonsense sometimes like when he has to "put out fires" or "cook the books"...whatever the hell that means."

Joe, Joe, Joe. Thank. You.

Heather couldn’t believe it. Joe may have just made this assignment worthwhile...HER CAREER worthwhile...she thought of something quick: “Well hey, I just started for him yesterday, so don’t scare me off with all of this news at once.”

“Oh really?! awesome and yeah,” Joe turned a shade red, gulped, and quickly said, “It’ll be great to have another grunt with me and the rest of the temps. I’m only exaggerating about the conditions...somewhat.”

Heather knew the business portion of the campaign had to be located on another level. She took a big leap.

“After I post some pictures, I... kinda need to use a work laptop or something(?) Would anyone mind if I popped into the office for a second to grab one?”

She felt a little sorry manipulating him like this, but she probably wouldn’t find anything anyway and was also doing all of this just to actually feel like a journalist. It might give her a rush being where she shouldn’t, and honing her skills of persuasion empowered her.

“Oh sure thing, just use that crappy desktop in the 4th floor IT room. You get a pass yet?

“Uh, no, no-no. Not yet! said they’d have it by next week? no way he's buying this one...

Joe fished in his jacket pocket and handed her an RFID card.

“Just take this for now. I swear, Brian is horrible with managing these...listen, I’ve got to be “mingling” and making appearances at this bingo hall of a fundraiser unless I want to sort files again. But anyway, great to meet you Heather and I’ll talk with you later! Peace!”

Heather’s heart was racing. It was almost like something out of a movie, the way it all fell into her lap. She wanted to find a little more mud on Renski, needed it, even if she couldn’t get access to the campaign’s database.

As she casually walked into the main lobby and after scanning around for anyone, quietly took the elevator.

Re: Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:28 am

Part 3

"I don’t understand how one building could be such a big flop, how does this place screw up fluorescent lighting?" Heather gave up flicking the light switches on and off, and stood with her arms crossed surveying the 4th floor work corral, the only light emanating from the parking lot below and a full summer moon shining through the windows. About 50 cubicles lined the main room and were flanked by some offices, a tiny kitchen/break room, and a few utility areas in the far corner hallway. She wasted no time checking offices, scanning desks and squinting as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. As she had predicted, there wasn’t much here other than monitors and useless forms of bureaucratic paperwork. A few minutes of snooping didn’t turned up anything even remotely related to juicy secrets and book-cooking. Still, Heather was proud of herself for taking a risk that could just pay out in a big way.

Just as Heather was about to give up hope and go back to the 1st floor, she remembered Joe mentioning one of the back rooms and a use-by-all desktop. "I’ll be lucky if it has a browser..."

Rounding the corner to the back hall, she let out a stifled gasp and froze. A black figure lurked at the end of the hallway while another hulking form was just emerging from the IT room.

Adrenaline in full gear, Heather attempted to sprint to the exit but knew this act was futile. MAYBE if she had remembered to kick off her heels would she had had a decent start to hide somewhere else long enough to call the police or make a break for it altogether. But her little dress limited her mobility as well.

She was grabbed from behind, a large arm across her collarbone and a bearpaw of a hand clamped over her mouth.

“Stop. You won’t be leaving tonight. If you attempt to scream, we will hurt you.”

“Mmph mph”, Heather agreed, her eyes bulging, nodding her head as best she could.”

“Good. Zeta, we’ve got another issue here.”

“I’m on it.”

In the panic and sheer terror of the moment, Heather quickly raised her right foot and drove it into her captor’s boot. The man recoiled for a split second and let out a pained moan as Heather struggled and thrashed, his hands shooting towards her as she almost broke free again. Too little, too late. The man put her in the same hold only this time squeezing tighter than before, bracing himself for another fit.

“I guess a girl who has the backbone to spy around up here might risk taking me on as well. I could knock you out cold. Please don’t test my patience by taking me for a pushover for a pretty face.”

Heather knew he meant business, with a dark jumpsuit and ski mask only fueling the nightmare of her dire situation. She was in for it...

Re: Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:01 am

Part 3 cont.

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“Storage only had a few of these left, so we got lucky tonight, Alpha.”

Heather knew the smaller accomplice, “Zeta”, was definitely a woman, disguising her voice in a harsh whisper. The hulking man, “Alpha”, was built like a linebacker and spoke in an odd monotone to mask his natural sound.

“I hate being lucky. Eventually, it runs out.”

“A” had his arms like a vice on Heather’s bare shoulders, making sure she stood straight and even. Heather watched tight-lipped and trembling as the masked woman produced several thick zip-ties.

“I’ll let you hold these while I search for more material”, “Z” said, darting cat-like back into one of the storage rooms.

“Because I’m certain you know nothing, what made you two think this was a good idea?” “A” let is voice soften, slightly, as he asked Heather the question.

Heather didn’t want to say anything. But after a pause, haughtily replied, “I know I’m taking a chance at pissing you off, but I could fire that same question right back at you.”

“A” let out a snort of approval for her smart-ass comment as “Z” approached again holding something else in her hand.

“Look”, whispered “Z”. “This isn’t a Scooby-Doo mystery. You’re a kid poking around in things she shouldn’t be. Whether or not you thought this was a fun TMZ dirt dig-up stunt, please stop before you get yourself and others in serious trouble.”

“A” began cinching the black ties, clicking them tight and secure. He started with Heather’s wrists, and placed one just above her elbows, locking her arms and causing her chest to protrude forward. Her skin pinched and stinging.

“Well, ummm, look, if you’re not going to hurt me then just let me walk and I won’t speak a word of this! I haven't found anything!” She was starting to panic again.

“A” ignored her, then stooped to place more ties above her knees and ankles, her legs lashed together like raft boards as the zips locked into place.

“Well, you have a long night ahead of you. So think up a good story for the early-rising interns in the morning. They’ll wonder what you were doing tied up in a restricted floor, and I bet the cops and your employer will LOVE hearing that tale,” said “Z”. How would they have known that she actually wasn’t part of the staff?

“Knock it off, she’s already in deep shit. Silence her.”

“Z” walked behind Heather and smacked her hard on the ass.

“Heu-UHHH!!!”

Already wriggling from the grip of the zip ties, she tasted a disgusting material being tied impossibly tight into her mouth, across her cheeks, and clenched her teeth in revulsion.

I am sorry about this dusty gag. Moved quite a few boxes finding something to keep you quiet”, “Z” said sincerely.

“Thithh ith dishguhthting!”, Heather managed to reply, despite the necktie.

“Didn’t think we’d need supplies for this tonight.” With a final tug of the knot, “Z” finished the job. “We have one more, so pick her up and I’ll get her feet.”

“A” scooped Heather over his shoulder, her dress riding up a bit higher.

She could feel “Z” cinching the bottoms of her pumps to her feet, wondering why in the world they decided to make sure her shoes stayed put. “When you do what we do, you pick-up a thing or two. Don’t want you hopping around tonight like the Easter Bunny. Dangerous for all involved here,” Z said.

“Wull thangths fer been tho conthiderrat,” Heather said. She wasn’t going to let the gag hinder her sarcasm.

Still over “A”’s shoulder, her two captors took her to the furthest office, placing her underneath a heavy wooden desk. Heather was now trussed up on her side, knees bent close to her stomach.

“You can dream up a good excuse for being here. Or count sheep and fall asleep. Remember. Drop this. All of it. Got it?”, “A” said flatly.

Heather just glared at the both of them from below, a compact ball of fear and frustration.

“Come on. Too much wasted time.”

And just as quickly as it had begun, “A” and “Z” shut the door to the corner office and left the room.

Heather, what were you thinking?!?!

Re: Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:21 am

Part 4

She must have been this way for well over an hour now. Heather McDouglas fought and squirmed on the office floor, rubbing her palms and kicking her legs to try and put some stress on the thick zip ties. She worked up a decent sweat in her struggles, feeling the perspiration on her bare armpits as little beads of sweat ran down her forehead and the backs of her freshly-shaven legs. Worse still, the tie around her mouth had not loosened at all, and made her dribble on the carpeting and her cleavage. What in her life lead to this moment? Why did she decide to play detective tonight? For what, a crappy tech job and a shred of hope at finding something to reveal about a local mayoral campaign? In that moment, she nearly burst into tears, giving into the futility of her situation and upset that her bonds weren’t getting any closer to snapping. But, her captors did say she had the night to try and get out of here before the morning. At least it seems they’re gone for good.

Heather stopped squirming and thought of other ways to free herself. Random drawers might contain some kind of tools, but these items would be too difficult to check in this condition. She needed to get out of this little office first. Heather used the desk as a foundation and managed to sit upright, legs forward and head up. She scooted and inched along the carpeting to the closest wall, feeling the abrasive burn of the office carpeting rubbing on her thighs. At this point, her dress had ridden so far up that the bottom of her “cheeks” were peeking out, revealing her tight white thong now riding uncomfortably high. As she reached the wall, she positioned her back to it, using her perfectly toned legs to push up and against it, quads straining, calves locking, abs clenching.

YES

Disregarding her captors orders, Heather hopped a few paces to the door, opening it with her fingertips, holding on simultaneously. The office corral now lay before her, and she paused to check for anything of use to free her from her bonds. A fire extinguisher a few yards down the walkway revealed it’s position in the moonlight. She had an idea...

Psyching herself up, and realizing how ridiculous she would have looked to anyone observing, she garbled, “Ooo cun do thivv Ethr”, causing a bubble of spittle to drop to the floor as her tongue slid over the foul tie.

Carefully, precisely, she made little hops, knees softly absorbing the impact of her jumps, while she remembered not to get too eager by jumping too fast or far. Her arms trussed in a tight line behind her were awful for balance control, but she squared her shoulders to the best of her ability and continued hopping, her pumps occasionally squeaking as they rubbed together, letting out heavy breaths.

Finally, she reached the fire extinguisher and to her sheer joy, found it hung on a thin metal bracket screwed to the wall. She could rub the tie on her wrists free! Leaning, she lifted the canister off the hook as it thudded to the floor. She started to rub the tie over the bracket back and forth. After a few minutes, she snapped her hands apart!

Okay, this is definitely like a Liam Neeson movie

She squatted lower on her feet, and had a harder time positioning the elbow tie to the bracket. After a few more minutes, her legs nearly giving out from all of the squatting and standing, she rubbed the second and final arm tie free. She wasted no time in hopping to some cubicles, the task made much easier now with the use of her arms to steady her hops. At the third desk, she found a pair of scissors buried in a drawer. She plopped down onto a chair and snipped her legs and feet free, the ties coming undone with a satisfying snap. Heather then held the front of her gag and opened her jaw wide, sliding it off her mouth. “Oh my God, reminder to pickup mouthwash tonight...”, Heather whispered to herself, rubbing her cheeks and pursing her lips to get some feeling back in them. She took a moment to settle down, rubbing her wrists and legs, smoothing out the deep creases now present on her skin as she readjusted her underwear and dress.

Re: Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Sat Feb 21, 2015 8:07 am

Part 5

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Heather McDouglas thought alone in the dark, digesting everything that had just happened. This story was only a part of something much bigger alright. Secret schemes and high-level crime. This was a lot to handle for a 22-year old. My clutch. In the scuffle with Alpha, Heather saw its shape lying on the ground. Phone, keys, license, they took nothing?! Heather knew the duo had bigger fish to fry, but taking something of hers would have been of interest for whoever they were working for. Out of the corner of her eye, Heather noticed something small glinting underneath one of the partition walls. It was a stainless-steel encased USB stick. Was this already here, or did Alpha lose it when we wrestled? A wave of joyful excitement washed over her. She needed to get home as fast as possible to check the stick. Something was still off though...Alpha and Zeta kept hinting at another snag in their operation...and the only place Heather hadn’t checked was the IT room...

She walked back to the small hallway near the kitchen and came upon the door that Alpha and Zeta had emerged from. Venturing in, Heather felt heat being generated from the servers as the whirring of fans kept the otherwise stale air moving. This was the only room on the floor with working lighting provided by two dim overhead lamps. Directly in front of her was the desktop Joe had told her she could access without a problem. She sat down and turned on the monitor. Heather nearly fell out of her chair as she heard, “Plleeth tull me yir buck thu gif me uh bahthrum brak!”

Shadowed in the far corner of the room, perched atop a file cabinet sat a bound, gagged, and blindfolded woman! From the looks of her, the poor soul had been in her state quite a while longer than Heather. She was dressed in a grey blouse, now damp from perspiration, and displaying a pair of petite but perky breasts framed by a length of coarse rope cinched across her torso. No doubt the product of endless hours of struggle, her black leather skirt had ridden all the way up to her waist and exposed 2 black and lacy garters, the bare flesh of her toasted upper-thighs and buttocks tightly rippling as she bobbed up and down. There were runs in her stockings thanks to the zip ties, and her feet were tied in the same fashion as Heather’s were earlier. She banged her shimmering black stilettos on the side of the cabinet, “Mmph, rrrrrmmmphhh!”. A thick black cloth was across her eyes and a holiday necktie with a knotted center made sure her cries for help went unheard. She barred her teeth and thrashed again, shaking off a tiny line of spit in the process. Heather managed to discern a few words from the woman’s fiery stream of gagtalk, “...prbbly starin ut ma assth ight now. Purverthss...”

Before Heather replied to let the woman know it was all okay, she stood up from her chair and observed. Oddly enough, even in this state, the woman looked familiar...sleek black shoulder-length hair, smaller features, appeared to be in her 30’s...and that necklace! On top of the woman’s blouse was a brilliant sterling rose on set on a delicate chain.

KAREN KAM?!?! Heather was 99% sure this was Channel 2’s award-winning anchor for the 10 o’clock news, Karen Kam. A local celebrity, Karen was always seen on promo’s, at city functions, and raising funds for charities and community events. That rose was around her neck every night Heather happened to catch her on television.

This was all becoming too much for Heather. Was Karen bait? What if Alpha and Zeta actually were still in the building, up to who-knows-what?

Heather walked over to Karen, her steps echoing off the hard floor and whispered, “I was captured too, don’t shout, it sounded like those thugs were gone after they caught me but we can’t know for sure right now.”

Heather lowered Karen’s gag. Panting and shifting her mouth, Karen took puffy breaths. Unable to see Heather still, Karen yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ONGNMMMPPPHHH!!!”

“SHHHHHH!” Heather placed a hand over Karen’s mouth. “Look, I’m going to see if everything really is kosher here, and I need to go back to the desks to grab something to get you loose anyway. I’m so sorry about this.”

Heather couldn’t risk Karen shouting like that right now, the woman was understandably too worked-up, and if Alpha and Zeta were near by, she may give away their status. Not to mention that getting the cops involved right now was a big NO NO. She placed the soaking gag back into Karen’s mouth and darted out of the room to grab the scissors. “...Ah wunth scremth! Om okee now” Heather heard Karen plead.

Retrieving the scissors and running back into the IT room, Heather helped Karen off the file cabinet, steadying her as Karen’s heels reached the concrete floor. Heather snipped Karen’s legs and arms free, and helped shimmy the rope across her chest, dropping off to her feet.

Karen ripped off the blindfold and untied her gag, little trails of drool collecting on the floor. In a flash, she pulled down her skirt and Heather walked her to a chair to rest.

Re: Her Big Break

Postby abductionfan » Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:13 pm

Nice continuation.

Re: Her Big Break

Postby cloudy14 » Wed Mar 11, 2015 3:09 pm

Hey, I'll be posting the conclusion shortly, thanks for reading guys, working on the next story.

Re: Her Big Break

Postby AlexUSA » Sat Mar 14, 2015 5:16 pm

I have a feeling this is supposed to be in "fictional"?
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