Printing

Debbi snatched the flash card out of Carol's hand. She didn't want the guys in the printing room to see her naked, but it was better than walking across the street wearing nothing. Debbi rushed to the elevator and totally missed that Carol just sat down, clearly in no hurry to get Debbi's clothes.

Debbi didn't recognize the man in the elevator when it stopped on her floor, he must work for one of the other companies in their building. Somehow that made her feel slightly more at ease when she entered and immediately turned her back on him and pushed the button. It was just easier that way; if she didn't speak to him and probably wouldn't have to face him again, it wouldn't feel as strange as it did when all of her co-workers were staring at her.

The plan worked long enough for her to reach the floor with Printing and Documentation. She exited quickly without speaking to the unknown man, and almost ran into a delivery boy who was leaving with several packages. Him she had seen before as the company often used the delivery service he worked for. She mumbled her apologies and rushed past him towards her destination.

Luke and Derrick were ready when she reached their office. The industrial printers hummed in the background as they greeted the sexy team lead. "Welcome Debbi, Carol told us you would be bringing the images she needs printed." Luke's shock at seeing her naked was apparent in his voice. Debbi realized that while everyone in her office had seen her from every angle by now, just 4 floors away things were totally different, and these two were seeing her for the first time.

She handed over the card over and Derrick was quick to slot it into the reader and a few clicks later one of the big machines was spitting out pages. "You want some coffee or something," Luke offered with a gesture to a half full old style put on a burner in the corner. Debbi declined thinking that she could use something a lot stronger than coffee. "Here, Carol wanted this, can you give it to her." Debbi took the small slip of paper Derrick had given her and saw the string of letters, numbers, and the occasional hyphen. She started to ask what the serial number was for, but got distracted by what Derrick was doing.

He had taken the first surprisingly thick stack of pages from the printer and was separating it into three stacks. Two of them remained on the long desktop, while Luke was drawing pages one at a time from the last one and feeding them into clear protector sheets in 4-ring binder. Debbi was hypnotized by the pages. They weren't on standard paper, but were instead the slick, photo quality paper to match the printing. Each page had a clear, high-resolution picture of her body. She started to hyperventilate, but managed to get herself under control long enough to ask the one question that was gnawing at her brain.

"Why are you making three copies, when we just need two," she challenged with the little confidence she could muster.
"Business process compliance requirement 2155.b. - Duplicates of all deluxe print jobs must be retained in hard copy format for 3 years. This will provide for an audit trail of any wasteful use of company resources," Luke recited.

For the first time, the men's general goodwill towards Debbi showed some strain. Internally, Debbi was kicking herself. She had received a commendation for suggesting that rule as a way to prevent people from using the printers for yard sale signs and band posters, but not it had bitten her in the ass as the men loaded up a manual of her naked body to be stored in their dusty back room just in case someone from accounting wanted to make sure they weren't wasting money. The men resented this rule, as the duplicate printing had already cost them much more in department funds than all the questionable print jobs had previously.

Debbi could feel her pulse in her temples as she stared down at the paper Derrick had handed her. "And this?"
"Business process compliance requirement 2155.c..." Debbi's heartbeat drowned out his answer as she started at the identification code that would allow anyone with team lead clearance or higher to get access to her photos on the company server and request reprints.

"Damnit. Reprint 26," Luke announced, glancing at the back of the print to get the image number.

Debbi was growing more uncomfortable as she just stood in the middle of the office staring at the number in her hands. "When will this be done?" her confidence returning enough to be slightly more forceful with them.
"Just head back to your desk, and we will send up the prints when they are complete."

Derrick handed her the flash card to return to Carol and just before she left rushed over to her holding one of the prints, "here, keep this as a souvenir. We'd just have to throw it out as a misprint." Debbi looked at the photo closely as she walked back to the elevator bank. Other than a slight discoloration along one outer border, it was a perfect picture of her hands on either side of her ass cheeks, spreading herself wide. She wanted to wither into a little ball as she thought of the three, even higher quality, copies of that image she left with them in the Documentation room.