Lost and Found

A long sigh of relief escaped Zoey's lips as she turned the knob on the shower. Immediately after shutting it off, she was greeted by the crisp air around her quickly doing away with the relaxing heat of the shower's water. A shiver took her body for a few seconds, as her body adjusted to the cooler temperature. Zoey stepped away from the shower, pushing her fingers through her hair as she pulled it behind her shoulders while walking towards the bench where she had left her clothes.

Zoey looked on the bench for her clothes, and they were nowhere to be found. Her eyes blinked several times as she tried to visualize her clothes into existence, but nothing seemed to be making her clothes reappear on the bench. She didn't see them on the floor, on the bench, in her open locker, or anywhere at all in the space of the changing room. Her panic was already rising, but when she noticed that her one-piece swimsuit was also absent, Zoey's hands rose to her head as she looked around the room in frustration.

"Where are my clothes?!" Zoey said aloud, looking around the room in a half-panic. She began cursing the fact that she hadn't brought a towel. Each lap around the room produced no results other than a single misplaced sock, which she considered as good as nothing. After several minutes of failed searching, Zoey found nothing at all that she could wear! No shoes, pants, skirts, swimsuits, shirts, or anything at all. A frustrated groan echoed around the quietness of the patrol headquarters, as Zoey began to consider her options.

Zoey knew someone had stolen her clothes. And her swimsuit. Which meant that someone had seen her while she was in the shower. Being seen naked was mortifying, and extremely embarrassing, but Zoey was doing her best to push that issue to a later date. She felt reasonably confident in knowing who it was, and would only need to check the hallway camera footage to know for sure. Aside from that, Zoey knew she would have to find a way home, which meant finding some way to cover herself before leaving. Anything would have to do. Zoey absolutely refused to leave work naked. Especially when she knew that her jeep had no doors whatsoever, so she wouldn't be able to drive home naked without everyone on the roads knowing.

Zoey decided that the easiest way to cover herself, would be to try and find something among the garage outside which would have anything the beach patrol found on the beach that went unclaimed. Most of it would be garbage items, and broken beach toys, but she was sure that there would be something in there she could use. The main issue would be that she would have to go *outside* to search through the garage. There probably wouldn't be anyone outside, but she would be in full view of the road when she walked between the two buildings.

Eventually, she decided that standing in the changing area wasn't helping her get dressed any faster. Zoey approached the curtained doorway, and began to flush red as she thought about what she was doing. Stepping beyond the doorway meant stepping out into the common areas of the office. A space that any one of her dozen or so coworkers could see her. The likelihood of that occurring was next to none, but Zoey couldn't be sure that Megan wasn't around the corner somewhere.

With a deep breath, Zoey stepped through the curtain and into the hall, bringing her hands up to her chest and womanhood in the best attempt at modesty she could muster. She began a slow sneak down the hall to the office space. Her ears were listening intently for the slightest sound of anyone else in the office, but all she heard was the hum of dated fluorescent lighting and the two office fans.

Zoey tip-toed her way into the office her and her boss both shared. She looked around the room, and saw the garage keys dangling on the wall. She walked across the room to the wall, and snatched it off of the hook, before breathing a nervous, shaky breath as she turned and began walking towards the office's back door. Each step carried with it great dread at what lay beyond, as she caught glimpses of the moonlit grass outside. Her hands gripped the door handle as if it would try to escape from her, as Zoey began to slowly turn the door knob and peek out the crack of the door.

Outside the patrol house, was a small concrete patio with a few chairs and a table. A single old charcoal grill, and a small bit of greenspace. There was a sand covered beach path on the left, which led directly into the closed garage door. It was no more than 30 feet between the back corner of the office building, and the garage doorway. But, between that space was nothing more than a chain-link fence running beside the path, which offered absolutely no coverage. Zoey shuddered when she placed one foot outside the doorway, and began feeling the all too familiar cool ocean breeze blowing all over her bare skin.

Zoey took a deep breath, and stepped outside, carefully clutching the key as she blushed a bright red. She kept the door propped open, and began sneaking along the side towards the garage door. Zoey blushed red as a tomato as she walked past the corner, and saw the roadway to her left. She began to panickily grasp at her keys, and inserted the key into the top lock, practically shoving her way inside before she could be seen by a passing car from 20 yards away.

Now inside the garage, Zoey reached for the light switch, and looked around the room at the several dozens of beach toys, old fishing equipment, patrol ATVs, and various other things scattered around the garage. Zoey began her **** search for something, ANYTHING to prevent her from going home naked.