Strip Searched At Work

By JJ.

I got my first job when I was eighteen years old. I had applied for a shop assistants role at a local independent electrical store. The interview went fine, and he liked my answers and was willing to give me a chance on a trial basis as I had no experience. I was delighted and thanked him.

He said, “There’s just one thing I need to explain before you agree. As it becomes an issue for some later, I have to let them go.”

I asked, “What is it?”

“I get a lot of thefts in the shop and have caught so many employees stealing from me, so now I strip search everyone at the end of the shift. Do you have any issues with that? The job offer is only valid if you accept these terms.”

I didn’t even really think about it. I was excited I had a job offer, and the pay was not great for many people, but for me, it was a considerable amount of money compared to pocket money. I said, “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Later, when I got home, it sank in what he was saying, and I didn’t want to be getting naked in Infront of people, but at the same time, I was already dreaming of things I could buy with the money. I decided to go and see how my first day went, and if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t go back.


I started Monday morning. The store opened at 9 am and closed at 6 pm, and all the staff worked the same hours (9 till 6). the owner introduced me to everyone, and the day went fast. There was a big delivery, so most of my day went on sorting out the delivery and filling the stock rooms with another guy training me. I spoke to him about the strip searches, and he said, “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. The owner doesn’t care how you look naked. He wants to protect his business. He’s a nice guy, and you get used to it a few times.”

As we discussed the searches, the owner walked in to check how we were getting on, and he started chatting about his issues with lousy staff. Over the years, he’s caught so many people stealing that he made it compulsory to search bags and pockets before the staff left.

“It’s not nice, but you don’t have much choice when your shop starts making a loss,” he said. “I hired five extra staff last Christmas, and suddenly, I found the stuff being robbed. Handheld game consoles were missing from their boxes, and watches were missing. The shop was losing stock, and I was making a loss from the number of thefts. So I had no choice but to take the searches to an extreme level. All staff members now had to remove all clothing except underwear. A few people quit as they didn’t want to be searched.

“My wife or daughter used to come in to search the female staff, and I used to search the men. One guy he had taken on at Christmas was a nerdy-looking kid. He was 19, and the first time the kid stripped to his boxers, he was left jaw dropped. The kid had the biggest bulge in his boxers he had ever seen, and when he used to lift his leg to take his trousers on or off, his cock used to flop out the bottom of his boxers.”

Even with all these searches, stuff was still going missing but not as much as it was before. He couldn’t figure out how he lost so many watches and games. By chance, the guy with the huge cock was getting searched one day, and he was in his underwear, and a chime was heard from him. The only thing he had was his socks and boxers. My boss told him he needed to remove his underwear, and the guy refused. He got another staff member to help him, and they forced him to get naked.

“The guy’s cock was huge,” my boss said. “It was easily eight inches and thick. It just dangled like a spare leg. That was the first shocker. This skinny kid had a monster in his pants. The second shocker was he had three watches strapped around his cock. And what got him caught was one watch was on, and the time was wrong, and it made a beep for the hourly alert, and that’s how he got caught.”

Another girl had huge boobs, and she got caught with a handheld games console stuffed between her tits. She got sacked. The only theory was the tiny games cartridges she must have been putting down her cleavage or knickers/socks. Since then, he’s been doing strip searches as he made such losses from the thefts he had to let go of people and reduce his staff numbers from twelve down to seven and get a family member to help when they could. So now, when a female staff is working, his wife or daughter will come and search them, and he does the men. The thefts are down 90% compared to Christmas.

After hearing his stories, I felt terrible for him, hearing how he started on a market stall and built up this big shop from nothing and employed up to twenty people at one point and now has seven staff because of the losses from thefts. I felt a little bit at ease hearing other staff members saying it’s not a big deal and the boss is a good guy and doesn’t mind the strip searches if it helps him.

I followed the other guy who I had been working with. We started locking up the stockrooms and securing high-value items. It was all-male workers today, so his wife/daughter wasn’t coming in. We dropped the shutter, locked it outside, and walked in from the rear entrance. After we closed everything, we went to the office. A worker was waiting outside, the door was wide open, and the boss was sitting at his desk looking at the paperwork.

The worker said, “When you go in, empty all your pockets onto the table and pull your pockets out. Then take off your shoes and socks and turn your socks inside out. After that, remove your clothes. Any pockets that can’t be turned inside out must be handed over for inspection or scrunch to prove they’re empty. Then take off your clothes and shake each item. Finally, drop your underwear, peck them up, and give them a quick shake. After that, get dressed again, and we will walk you out.”

The guy in front had been in the office for his search and was escorted out. The owner was friendly, putting everyone at ease. I went in last and followed the instruction I had been given. When we go into the office, we have to stand behind the open door, so only the owner can see us, and he can keep an eye on the hallway in case someone tries to stash items in the corridor. The door is open, so no one can say anything inappropriate happened.

The people outside can’t see you naked unless they come inside the room. The owner watched me empty my pockets. When I started undressing, he looked at some paperwork and wasn’t looking at me. I asked, “Do I have to go all the way?”

He replied, “Yes, please.”

I took a deep breath and shakily took off my underwear. He glanced at me for a second and said, “That’s fine,” and went back to his paperwork.

I quickly put my underwear back on. I was glad, and the guys were right. He had no interest in me being naked. He did not react to my tiny cock. He didn’t laugh or show any reaction. After I got my trousers back on, he asked about my first day and if I enjoyed it. I remember telling him I was tired and it was hard work. We chatted for a bit, and then he walked me out. The experience was so different. I thought he would see me naked and start making fun of my tiny penis, but getting naked in front of your dad or a doctor was like. There was no reaction.


After a week or so, I got used to the strip searches. I met his wife, she was lovely, and she said it’s not a nice thing to do to us, but they are close to closing the shop, and they are sorry for having to do it.

I said, “It’s OK, I understand.”

Their daughter was about the same age as me and pretty. She never really spoke to any of the staff unless she had to. She always looked moody. She only used to come around closing time to do searches and stock counts, so I barely ever spoke to her.

One evening after we locked up, I was still sorting some stuff upstairs, and I was about thirty minutes over my shift time. The daughter was counting stock in the shop, and the owner was in the office on the phone. The door was open as usual. He saw me walking toward him, and he hand gestured for me to come in. So I went in and whispered, “I’ve finished. Shall I start emptying my pockets?”

He nodded yes and carried on talking on the phone. I emptied my pockets, gesturing to him, holding my top to say, ‘shall I take it off.’ He nodded, so I started stripping in the usual routine. I got to my underwear, removed them, and went to pick them up. The boss was facing away, looking for something.

As I picked up my underwear, I heard his daughter’s voice saying, “I’ve counted the stock.”

She had already walked into the room, and we didn’t even hear her approaching. Her dad swung around, still on the phone, and looked straight at me in shock. Her eyes followed to see why her dad looked to the corner and saw me standing with my underwear in my hand. I was frozen on the spot, and her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets. When she saw my tiny penis, she covered her mouth to stop her laughing and quickly ran out of the room.

The boss started apologizing, saying, “I’m so sorry. That has never happened before.”

I didn’t know what to say. I could think of how her expression changed, and her eyes went into shock mode. He kept saying sorry and kept asking if I was OK.

I said, “It’s OK,” and left.


She came up to the stockroom the next day and spoke to me. She said hi, and was grinning ear to ear. “I’ve come to say sorry for yesterday. I didn’t realize you were still there. I thought everyone was gone.”

I said, “It’s OK. Just don’t tell anyone about it.”

She laughed. “Oops, too late. I already told mum.”

“What did you tell her?”

She said, “That I walked in when you were naked and saw everything, and I told her you got a penis this big,” She did the small penis sign with her hand.

I went red. “I thought you didn’t see anything. It happened so fast.”

She said, “I saw everything, and it’s shockingly small. This shop is a freakshow. First, we had that thief who was donkey-sized. Now there’s you, who is on the other side of the chart.”

I was very embarrassed and didn’t know how to respond.

Her tone changed and went serious. She said, “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t talk to most people here cos of things that happened in the past with the stealing. I don’t trust any of the staff. So last night, I told my mum I saw you naked and how tiny you are. I was laughing and making fun of you. Mum and dad both told me off.

“They said your penis size is not your fault, and you work hard, and it’s your first job, and you have learned so much in a short amount of time. And they trust you as much as they can trust anyone these days. I’ve never seen them defend anyone like that, the way they spoke about you. They said I need to say sorry for yesterday and that you help put food on our table by working hard to treat you with respect.”

She even hugged me and said sorry. After that, we became friends, and we started talking a lot and got on excellent together. We are still good friends to this day, and she still refers to me as the smallest dick she has ever seen.


The End.


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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