StripSearch

I always have a female searcher - as in my story Tracey Loses her Passport. It’s much more erotic.

Tracey looked at the letter from the bank in dismay. Unless she paid off five hundred pounds in arrears on her mortgage immediately they would foreclose. Her lovely riverside appartment would be forfeit, she would be homeless, and with all that negative equity she would still be masses in debt. It w...

Tracey is Famous Fame is the spur, as they say, and Tracey had made up her mind to be famous. It seemed a much better option than living laborious days and a very much better option than the reluctant job seekers initiative. The route to fame seemed obvious. One of those television talent shows. She...

Westfield Volunteer Fire Brigade seeks new recruits. Tracey had read the article in the Westfield Gazette with interest. She could see herself now driving the big red fire engine, sounding the siren, spraying water on things. Yes! The fire brigade was for her. Chief Fire Officer McGonagle hadn't bee...

Tracey sat in the waiting room at the Acident and Emergency department of Eastfield General Hospital red faced. She had been red faced when she had arrived four and a half hours before and she was still red faced. It was nearly her turn to be seen. At the far end of the room she saw the doctor put d...

The boys of Bogg Lane Academy milled around the bus that was to take them to their summer camp. Their faces showed signs of unease. Rumours had reached them that Mr Tomkinson the master who was to be in charge of the camp had become suddenly indisposed. He had had to undergo a test called a CRB and ...

Tracey Joins the Force "And why do you want this job with the Eastfield Police Force?" Superintendant Hamish McGonagle looked at Tracey quizically over the top of his half moon spectacles. "I want to investigate wrongdoing Sir. I want to unearth corruption and evil practices. I want t...

"Thank you m'lady," Tracey stared back at the unctious hotel receptionist wringing his hands like Uriah Heep. Milady? What was the silly fool going on about. He sounded foreign. That must be it. Foreigners were always a bit funny. "Your suite is ready for you M'lady." Suite! The ...

Mr Chambers called Tracey into his office. She knew of course why he had chosen her. Of all the associates in the law firm, she was the one who would be likely to do him a favour. It was her way of getting on - sucking up to the boss. She had to. When you are like Tracey then you suck up to the boss...

Just joined the group. I’ve posted some of my Tracey stories inspired by the character created by the wonderful Katie Smith. Please enjoy them. There are lots more when I get round to posting them!

Tracey looked round the members of the committee and twiddled with the end of her pencil. Was it boring or was it boring! Why had she ever agreed to join? But of course she knew why she had agreed. As an associate sollicitor in the firm of Chambers and Son she needed to suck up to the boss. She was ...

Petite, blonde, twenty four year old Tracey Smith looked at the envelope with her big blue eyes. Her ample breasts heaved as she ran her fingers over the rich smooth paper. It oozed wealth, and there on the back embossed in gold letters were the words she had been looking for: 'Chambers and Chambers...

"Must be a bit draughty up there what!" Tracey Smith bit her lip and self-consciously pulled down her short skirt as far as it would go. She felt herself flush. It was indeed a bit draughty up there and for the twentieth time that day she cursed the fact that she'd not put any panties on. ...