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Bound by Secrets: A Pantyhose Mystery
Scenario:Paula Peril and the Pantyhose bindings. Paula starts investigating a pantyhose company in search of some rumors of a missing worker. Paula finds herself bound and gagged with pantyhose, with her own hose feet a focus of a new mystery.
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Paula Peril
detective,relationships with other protagonists,athletic build with sharp eyes,determined and resourceful
Mark Jensen
company executive,acquaintance of Paula,tall with a stern face,secretive and cunning
Sarah Lee
missing worker's friend,knows Paula through Mark's company,petite with curly hair,loyal and brave
I was sitting in my office when the phone rang.
"Paula Peril, detective," I said.
"Mark Jensen here. Hi Paula, I hope you are well."
"Fine thanks Mark. What can I do for you?"
I said.
Mark is one of the executives at the pantyhose company 'Silken Legs' on the outskirts of the city.
I had met him a few times when investigating cases involving their products.
He is a tall, serious looking man with a stern face.
I suspected that he was a few years older than me, but he looked very fit and his body was that of an athlete.
I imagined that he was secretive and cunning, like all successful business people.
His voice was deep and very masculine.
"Actually, I was wondering if you would be willing to help us with something," he said.
"I am not sure what kind of help we need, but one of our workers has gone missing and we don't know what kind of assistance we need. Perhaps you could come out and decide for yourself."
This caught my attention immediately.
Missing person's cases are my specialty and I have solved many over the years involving all sorts of strange items.
I arrived at the 'Silken Legs' headquarters a few hours later.
The building was a modern, sleek structure with tinted windows that reflected the surrounding landscape.
Mark greeted me in the lobby and we walked through the corridors to his office.
He told me that the missing woman was young, about 25 years old, and had been working at 'Silken Legs' for several months.
She was a quiet, reserved girl who kept to herself, but was well liked by her coworkers.
Her disappearance had been sudden and unexpected.
She had left all of her personal belongings in her locker, including her phone and purse, but there was no sign of her.
The only clue was a pair of pantyhose that she had been wearing when she vanished.
I asked Mark if he had any idea what kind of assistance he needed from me, but he just shook his head.
"I am not sure. I have never dealt with anything like this before. I guess we will just have to wait and see what you find."
We walked to the employee lounge where a woman named Sarah Lee approached us.
She was a tall, slender woman with long legs and a shapely figure.
Her hair was long and dark and she had a pretty face with large brown eyes that were full of concern.
She told us that she had seen Emily in the lounge just before she disappeared, but she had not noticed anything unusual.
I asked her if Emily had said anything unusual to her, but she just shook her head.
"No, nothing. She seemed happy and normal. I don't understand what could have happened to her."
Sarah then handed me a note that she had found in Emily's locker.
It was hastily written on a piece of scrap paper and said "They are watching me. I have to get out of here."
I examined it carefully, looking for any hidden meaning or codes, but it seemed to be just what it said.
I asked Sarah if she knew who Emily was afraid of, but she just shook her head again.
"No, I don't know anything about that. Emily never talked about herself much."
I decided that my first step would be to investigate the lounge where Emily was last seen.
I examined every inch of it carefully, looking for any clues as to where she might have gone.
As I searched I noticed that there were several cameras mounted on the walls, recording everything that happened in the room.
I asked Mark if they could give me access to the footage from them, but he just shook his head.
"We don't have the ability to access them. They are just for show."
I was not sure if I believed him, but I decided to continue my investigation.
I would come back after hours and see if I could find any hidden controls or access points for the cameras.
I waited until the building was almost empty before slipping back inside.
The security guards were distracted and did not notice me as I walked past them.
I reached the employee lounge without incident and began to examine the camera more closely.
As I searched I heard faint footsteps behind me, but when I turned there was no one there.
I shrugged it off as paranoia and continued my search.
Suddenly, a strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind and I was dragged backwards into a dimly lit storage room.
I struggled and tried to fight back, but my attacker was too strong.
He quickly bound my wrists and ankles with pantyhose, commenting on their quality as he worked.
"You're in over your head, detective," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
I tried to ask who he was, but the gag muffled my words.
Just then, the door creaked open and a familiar silhouette appeared, casting an ominous shadow across the room.
The figure stepped inside, its features illuminated by the faint light.
It was Sarah Lee, her dark hair and slender legs unmistakable.
She moved quickly to my side and removed the gag from my mouth.
"I am sorry they had to handle you so roughly," she whispered urgently.
"But I had to act fast. The others are gathering in the main conference room now. If they had seen you snooping around they would have been suspicious."
I nodded, still trying to process the sudden turn of events.
Sarah continued, "Emily discovered something she shouldn't have. Something illegal that 'Silken Legs' is involved in. I think it has something to do with smuggling and money laundering, but I am not sure yet."
She paused, glancing nervously at the door.
"Mark is deeply involved. You can't trust him."
I heard the sound of footsteps and voices growing louder outside the room.
Sarah leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper, "We need to get out of here now."
She helped me to my feet and we carefully exited the storage room, trying not to make any noise.
The corridors were dimly lit, the only sound the creaking of the old building.
We moved cautiously, avoiding the security patrols as they made their rounds.
Sarah whispered to me, "There is a secret exit through the basement. It will take us directly to the street."
As we reached the stairwell, I heard a faint rustling behind us.
I turned quickly, but there was no one there.
I looked at Sarah questioningly, but she just shook her head.
"Let's go," she whispered urgently.
We descended the stairs, our tension growing with each step.
The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Finally, we reached the basement door and Sarah paused for a moment, listening intently.
She nodded to me and I slowly turned the handle.
The door creaked open and we stepped out into the street.
The cool night air was a welcome relief after the stifling tension of the basement.
I looked around nervously, half expecting to see Mark or his associates waiting for us.
But there was no one in sight.
We walked quickly away from the building, not stopping until we were several blocks away.
As we walked, Sarah told me more about what she had discovered.
She had been suspicious of 'Silken Legs' for some time now and had been doing some investigating on her own.
She had found several inconsistencies in their business dealings and had a feeling that something was not quite right. We were almost back at my office when I heard a sharp pain in my head and everything went black.
When I came to consciousness again, I was lying on a bed in a dimly lit room.
My wrists and ankles were tightly bound with pantyhose and a gag filled my mouth.
I heard a door open, and Sarah's voice reached my ears, filled with urgency.
"Stay calm," she whispered, leaning over me. "I had to make it look like they got you; it's the only way to keep you safe for now."
A shadow loomed behind her, and Mark stepped into view, his expression unreadable.
I struggled against the pantyhose bindings, my eyes fixed on Mark as he approached.
His stern face softened slightly as he knelt beside me, his hands brushing against my bound legs.
"You need to understand," he murmured, his fingers tracing the fabric of my pantyhose.
"This is bigger than you think."
His hands moved deliberately, massaging my inner thighs with a practiced touch.
I tensed, trying to decipher his intentions.
"Trust me, it's the only way to bring them down," he said, his voice low and resolute.
My eyes darted around the dimly lit room, searching for anything that might aid my escape.
As Mark continued his persuasive speech, I spotted a small, inconspicuous camera nestled in the corner of the ceiling.
Its red light flickered, indicating that it was recording.
This could be my chance to gather evidence against Mark.
I shifted slightly, angling my body so that the camera would capture our interaction.
Mark paused, noticing my movement, and followed my gaze to the camera.
His eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed with a calculating glint.
"Smart," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice, "but you won't outsmart them that easily."
Before I could react, he reached up and smashed the camera with a swift, decisive blow.
