A naked surprised at the container park

On the outskirts of the town, there was a big train station that carried all the cargo and tourists in and out of the dock. Behind the train station was Container City, a massive container complex that held most of the cargo in transit to/from the station.

Annie was slowly getting acquainted with the place, as she had spent the last hour or so looking for container 42-A. Container City was built like a maze and the numbers in the containers jumped around in a manner that made zero sense. Who built this nonsense?

Flanked at her sides by rows of red and blue containers and lockers, Annie finally found her target at the end of an alleyway. There wasn’t a padlock or anything at the entrance, so she was able to open the door and find…

“Ahh!”

“Ah! T-this isn’t what it looks like!” The blonde from the store, she was in the container! She had traded her bikini for …absolutely nothing! The woman was naked as the day she was born!

Annie’s jaw dropped to the floor. Her underwear sure concealed the woman’s big, round…assets. It didn’t help that she was pressing them together with her elbows, as her hands were cuffed in front of her body.

The words “party girl” were drawn with permanent marker above her pink nipples. The redhead couldn’t stop staring at them, and at the little tuft of gold that was adorning her sex.

The woman bashfully looked away. “S-stop staring!”

“S-sorry.” Annie stepped inside the container, the place was decorated like a bachelor pad. It had padded purple walls, discarded beer cans, and a water bed.

The woman was sitting atop a cushion, a chain was binding her ankles to the walls of the container. This time the shackles weren’t secured by a combination lock, but with a good old padlock.

The woman closed her eyes and grimaced, her cheeks turning redder by the minute. “P-please, go away!”

“Angelica, is it?” Annie said, remembering the blonde’s name from the hotel’s registry. “Don’t worry, I know about the ****, I’m here to help you! Tell me everything you know!”

“****, wh-… Yes! Terrible ****! I’ll tell you everything, but we have to get out of here before she comes back! There should be a key to my chains somewhere in here, help me find it!”

“Got it!” The container seemed to have been hit with a tornado, every nook and cranny had already been turned upside down by Angelica, so it was unlikely that Annie would fare better in the search. She had to look somewhere she hadn’t …like that little bowl with the white mass.

“What’s this?”

“It’s supposed to be pancake batter, but a certain dumbass used way too much flour!” Annie stopped moving to stare at the naked woman. “I-I, I guess? That seems likely.”

“Have you searched there?”

“Eww, no. Why would I stick my hand in that goop?”

…Of course she didn’t. Annie pulled up her sleeves and stuck her hand inside. When she pulled it out, her fingers were covered in the sticky mass, but they were also holding a key.

“How is this so sticky?” asked Annie, shaking her hand and spraying the sweet batter everywhere. The blonde went and snatched the key, wasting no time in freeing herself.

“Oh, feels so good,” Angelica moaned as she rubbed her sore ankles. “She didn’t have to tie them so tightly...”

“Let’s get out of here before your blackmailer comes back.”

“Wait, I can’t go out naked! Can’t you give me your jacket?”