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The Bad Cop

By: Seahawk76



I could feel my heart beating rapidly as I spotted the freeway exit I'd been instructed to take. Friday afternoon traffic into Seattle had been even heavier than usual but I'd left early knowing the potential consequences if I showed up at the meeting spot late. I silently cursed myself again for having gotten into this situation as I put on my turn signal. At the top of the exit ramp, instead of taking a left turn that crossed over the freeway and into suburbia I turned right onto a gravel road and drove a short distance to a heavily wooded dead end just out of sight of the freeway. I saw her standing by a black SUV parked there. I pulled in beside it, turned off the engine, and took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I got out. 

"You made it, Laurie," she said with a broad smile. "I was worried you might get stuck in traffic." I managed a weak smile in return. The woman's name was Megan Danielson and despite the smile she had the intense, confident look of someone used to being in charge. I would have known instinctively that she was a woman not to be messed with even if I hadn't already known she was a cop. Unlike the first time I'd met her though she was wearing street clothes rather than a uniform. 

"Are you ready to do this?" she asked. 

"I guess so," I replied. 

"Good. Go ahead and get undressed."

"Now? Right here? I thought I wouldn't need to get naked until, you know, until it was time."

Megan shook her head. "I'll be driving you to where we're going. You won't be needing your clothes for awhile."

"Yeah, but why can't I take them off when I get there?"

Megan spoke sharply now. "Listen you want to get this thing behind you don't you?" I nodded. "Then you're going to have to do what I tell you to do for the next couple of hours. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said quietly, biting my lip. This was already more than I'd bargained for.

"Good," she said. "Now take off your clothes. Every stitch. Put them in your car and lock it up. Be sure to stash the key somewhere where you can find it later." She looked down at my feet. "You'll need your shoes."

I slowly began unbuttoning my blouse and thought back to that night a week ago that had gotten me into this mess.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

The thumping bass of the live band reverberated through the walls of the ladies' room as I stood in front of the large mirror. I could barely believe it was the same person that I'd seen staring back at me from mirrors for most of my life. 

"She has such a pretty face, if only she lost a few pounds." Those were words I'd heard all of my life. I'd been overweight ever since I can remember. Baby fat had turned into adolescent fat which turned into adult fat. "It's just your metabolism" my mom told me and looking at her it sure seemed that being overweight was my genetic fate. Everyone in my family was big and I was no exception. Of course my mom's cooking may have had something to do with it as well. There were always plenty of delicious carbohydrate rich pastas, soups, and breads at our dining table and my willpower rarely exceeded my desire to eat. I'd always been self-conscious about my body and dreaded being seen in even a one-piece bathing suit on trips to the pool or the beach. Wearing a bikini was totally out of the question.

The one constant that I'd always had in my life was Mark. We'd known each other since grade school and began dating our sophomore year. Mark never seemed to be bothered at all about my weight and he made me feel comfortable when I was around him. He was one of those guys who stayed about ten pounds overweight no matter how much or how little he ate so he never bothered at all with diets. Me, I was always on some sort of diet or another. I'd lose five or ten pounds only to gain them back seemingly overnight as soon as I deviated from them. He used to laugh at my constant dieting and told me he'd always love me no matter what I looked like. 

After graduating from college we moved in together, much to the disapproval of my family. They wanted us to get married and, the truth be told, that's what I wanted too. But Mark had said he wasn't ready for marriage yet and so I agreed to move in with him. At first I tried to continue my various attempts at dieting but Mark always had to have pizza, chips, beer, and other junk food around the house so I was fighting a losing battle. After awhile I gave up any pretenses of dieting and we settled into a comfortable existence together. Our nights usually involved watching DVDs, playing video games, or going out to party with friends. We continued to talk about marriage and I always assumed that my future would include Mark and a big loving family full of chubby little children.

But something happened on the journey to what I saw as my inevitable future...I kept gaining weight while Mark stayed the same. My extra twenty pounds turned to thirty, then forty, then fifty. Mark's girth, by contrast, stayed the same no matter what he ate. By our third year living together all of my body shame had returned in full force and I could barely stand to look at myself in a mirror. The difference now though was that Mark no longer joked off my concerns. I once again began a series of diets but with Mark's junk food constantly around the house it was a hopeless effort. 

Then came the day when all my dreams of the future came crashing down. "Laurie, we need to talk," Mark had said and in my heart I knew what was coming. After stuttering for awhile about how much he cared for me I finally blurted out, "just say it, Mark." 


"Okay. Um, I've met someone, Laurie." Even though I'd suspected something was going on it still hit me like a body blow. "It's not that I don't love you Laurie, but you've, well, you've just gotten too fat. I never thought it would bother me, but it does." Through the tears I slowly began packing up my belongings, determined not to spend another night in the house with the man I thought I'd be spending the rest of my life with. As I walked out the door I knew that my best chance for love was gone. 

The next month was a blur as I moved into a small apartment and lost myself in the only things left that comforted me...food and alcohol. I took a job doing bookkeeping for a painting contractor that allowed me to work from home. I spent my days with TV soap operas on in the background and my nights wallowing in food, booze, and self-pity. 

Then one day I turned on Country Music Television for background music for a change of pace, even though I wasn't a big fan of country music. The videos were filled with beautiful women in tight jeans and I wondered what it would be like to be one of those women for even a day. For some reason the words I'd heard so often, "she has a pretty face if she'd only lose a few pounds" came into my head and I walked to a mirror. For the first time in a long time I really looked closely at my face and I realized that the pretty face was still there although it was connected to a body I hated. It struck me that I was still a young woman and I could become one of those slim, attractive women in tight jeans if I could only summon up the willpower to do it. For some reason that image of a slender me in tight jeans stuck in my mind and never left. For the first time in my life I was determined to be that woman and nothing would divert me from my goal. 

THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR

Nearly a year later I found myself in front of that bar bathroom mirror looking at the woman I'd dreamed of becoming so long ago. I turned back and forth examining myself in the mirror and especially loved the view of my breasts in profile to my body. Although I'd always had fairly good sized breasts I'd never really thought of myself as having great boobs until I saw how they hung over a flat stomach. The difference was remarkable and I'd made sure that they were accentuated tonight with a white tank top that displayed just enough cleavage to keep guys wishing they could see more. And those tight jeans I'd seen on those country music women were now displaying my own firm ass. My straight black hair that I'd always kept chopped short now spilled down over my shoulders. I could barely believe that was me staring back in the mirror. 

The change in my body wasn't a miracle, just a lot of hard work. I'd thrown out the fad diets and simply went back to the basics: I ate less and exercised more. It was as simple as that and slowly but surely the weight began coming off and the muscles started firming. The long hours in the gym had all been worth it as I took another turn in the mirror and laughed giddily. The door opened at that moment as two women entered the restroom and I blushed at being caught in such a narcissistic moment. 

As I walked out of the restroom into the bar I could feel the eyes of the men nearby following me as I returned to the table to join my friends and co-workers. I'd given up the lonely life of working at home several months before and with my newfound self-confidence had landed a much better job as a bookkeeper at an advertising agency. "Happy Birthday, Laurie!" I heard my friends shout. I looked down at the tray of shots that had been placed on the table and rolled my eyes. "Just one," I said with a laugh and quickly downed it as a toast was made in honor of my 25th birthday. 

Moments later I saw him walk in. It was Mark with the slut he'd left me for. I hadn't seen him since I'd left him but it was no coincidence that I ran into him tonight. When my friends had asked me where I wanted to celebrate my birthday I'd purposely chosen one of Mark's favorite hangouts hoping he would show up. I have to admit that I was more than a little happy to see that the tramp he was with had packed on a few pounds herself since the last time I'd seen her.

"Hey Laurie, let's dance," I heard Jeff, one of my co-workers, ask me. "Sure!" I grabbed Jeff's hand and made sure to drag him past the table Mark had taken nearby. As I walked by I saw him take a double take and thought his jaw was going to hit the table. I couldn't suppress a smile as I walked past. I could practically feel his eyes boring into my back as I walked onto the dance floor.

I made sure Jeff kept me out dancing long enough to work up enough of a sweat to make my tank top cling to my body and then walked past Mark again on my way back to the table. "Laurie!" he shouted at me over the music. I just smiled and flipped him the finger as I walked on past. I'd made the point I'd wanted to make. I had no desire to talk to him now or ever again.

I groaned as I saw another round of shots on the table but by this time I was feeling too good to stop partying. 

This was my night.

FLASHING LIGHTS IN THE MIRROR

I was still feeling sky high on the drive home when it all came crashing down. As I saw the flashing blue and red lights in my rearview mirror I thought back to all the rounds of beers and shots and knew I was totally screwed. My friends had tried to talk me out of driving home but I'd assured them that I lived nearby and wouldn't have any trouble getting home. I put on my turn signal and pulled over to the side of the road as I began rehearsing what I was going to say, hoping I wouldn't slur my words.

As the officer walked up to my window I could see it was woman. So much for any thoughts of using charm and sex appeal to talk my way out of this. I rolled down the window and began my spiel. "Hello officer, is there a problem?" Pretty good I thought. Not slurring too badly. 

"License and registration please," she said curtly. "Yes, ma'am," I said and handed them to her. A quick glance at her nametag revealed her name: Officer Megan Danielson. She had an attractive face framed by short dark brown hair. Probably a dyke, I thought but then forced myself back to concentrating on what I would say next. A second police car with flashing lights pulled in front of me and I saw a male officer get out with a flashlight. I'm screwed, I thought to myself again. 

"Can you step out of the car please," I heard the female officer say. 

"Is there a problem?" I asked again. 

"Yes, ma'am you were weaving. Please step out." I opened the door and carefully got out trying mightily not to stagger or fall as I did. 

"Have you been drinking tonight?" 

I sighed knowing she could probably smell it on me. "Yes, I've had a couple of drinks. It's my birthday tonight."

"Yes, I saw that from your driver's license. We're going to administer a roadside sobriety test. Do you understand what this means?"

I nodded and forced myself to focus. 

"I want you to start out by reciting the alphabet for me." 

I closed my eyes and began: "A-B-C-D-F-E-G-H-I-K-J-N-M-L-O-P...

"That's okay, I've heard enough. We're going to take you in for a breathalyzer test, ma'am. Please turn around and place your hands behind your back." 

Oh, God, I thought. I'm going to jail. I gasped as I felt the cold steel from the handcuffs placed on my wrists. "Is this really necessary?" I asked. 

"It's standard procedure," she replied as she led me to her car, opened up the rear door and placed me in the back seat. The door slammed shut and I watched her walk back to talk to the male officer standing in front of my car. The tears began streaming down my cheeks as my magical night had suddenly become a nightmare. After what seemed like forever the female officer finally returned to the car. Instead of getting into the driver's seat though she opened up the rear door and slid in next to me in the back seat. 

"We both know you're not going to pass that breathalyzer test, don't we?" she said to me. I just nodded as the tears flowed again. Her voice softened. "Thanks for being honest with me. Since it's your birthday tonight I might be willing to offer you a deal." I looked up quickly, almost hoping beyond hope that I might be able to get out of this somehow. "Wh-what kind of deal?" I blubbered.

"There are two ways this can go, Laurie. You're done driving tonight but I can either drive you home or I can drive you down to the station. If we go to the station you'll be booked on a DUI and spend at least 24 hours in jail. It'll cost you at least $4000yers and fines and you'll lose your license for a year." She let that sink in for a minute before continuing. "What I'm doing now can get me into trouble so you need to promise me that this conversation will remain confidential. If you tell anyone about this I'll deny it and I'll make your life a living hell. Do you understand?" I nodded, willing at this point to listen to just about anything that might get me out of this mess. 

"Okay, this is the deal. We've got some friends coming into town next week from Boston. They're police officers with the Boston PD. We're throwing them a party and, as a joke, we need someone to streak the party. If you agree to do it I'll let you go." 

I looked at her uncomprehendingly. "Streak? You mean naked?" I asked. 

She laughed. "Yes, naked. That's what streaking means. Don't worry, it won't last long and you won't be forced to screw anyone or anything like that. We just need a pretty girl to get naked for a couple of minutes. If you're willing to do it I'll drive you home now and you'll be off the hook. If not we'll head for the station and if you open your mouth about this you'll wish you hadn't." 

Even with my new body I was mortified by the thought of being naked in front of a bunch of people. "C-can I think about this?" 

"Sure," she replied. "For about 30 seconds. Then I'm going to get into the front seat and drive you down to the station to be booked." 

I was stunned by the suggestion but the alternative seemed much worse. "I'll just have to streak? I won't have to do anything else?" She nodded. "Okay," I heard myself say, a little shocked that I'd just agreed to something like this. But what choice did I have? I couldn't afford a DUI and I had no idea how I could live without my car for a year. 

The cop moved in close to me and stared into my eyes. "You need to understand, Laurie, that if you agree to do this you can't back out later. If you try you'll regret it, I can promise you that. Are you sure you're willing to do this?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'll do it." Even in my inebriated state though I had the gnawing feeling that I was making a big mistake. 

"Good girl. Now let's get you home. Make sure you have your schedule cleared for next Friday night and I'll be in touch."

THE NAKED RIDE

Less than a week later I found myself riding naked through rush hour traffic towards downtown Seattle. This wasn't part of the deal, I kept thinking to myself; I was just supposed to streak a party for a couple of minutes! I didn't say that out loud, of course...I was miles from my clothes now and completely at Megan's mercy. 

I was seated in the back seat of the SUV and the rear windows were tinted so I guess I was thankful for that anyway. I could see Megan glancing back at me in the rearview mirror every so often and at first I kept my hands covering my breasts, but that didn't last long. 

"One of the ground rules tonight Laurie is no covering up. Let anyone who wants to look get a good show. Put your arms down at your sides and leave them there." I complied of course. What else could I do? I was in no position to argue with someone who could potentially put me out naked by the side of the freeway if I pissed her off.

"Can I ask where we're going?" 

"You'll see," she said with a smile and I can't say I was comforted by that. We picked up speed as we crossed Lake Washington on the I-90 bridge and downtown Seattle began looming closer. During the week I'd nervously pictured myself running naked through some private home out by where I lived but now I was starting to wonder if this party was going to be in a bar or a hotel somewhere downtown. I could feel my anxiety rising at that prospect and with it came an unwanted wave of arousal at the feeling of being so utterly exposed and vulnerable. I looked down and could see my nipples hardening and saw Megan smiling in the mirror as she noticed too. "I think you're going to enjoy this more than you'll admit," she said. I stifled the urge to cover my breasts and took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself.

My anxiety rose another notch as Megan took an exit ramp off the freeway and, after driving for about a mile, pulled into a bar parking lot. Visions of running nude through the bar flooded into my mind and I began to squirm in my seat at the thought. "Is this it?" I asked. Megan turned and shook her head.

"Nope. We're just going to pick someone up. But maybe you'd like to streak the bar as a warm-up? It might make it a little easier when you have to do it later. What do you think?"

"No, that's okay. Once is more than enough." 

"Suit yourself," she replied as the front passenger side door opened and a man slid into the front seat with Megan. I immediately recognized him as the other cop from last week and he leaned over to kiss Megan. Maybe she's not a lesbian after all, I thought. The guy turned around and looked me up and down. I felt the urge to cover myself but remembered Megan's warning. "Nice," he said. 

"Eyes front sailor," Megan smirked and then turned to me. "This is Dave. I think you might remember him?" I nodded. "Good." 

"So how are the Boston boys?" Megan asked Dave.

"They're getting shitfaced, of course," he said and then turned and gave me a wink. "I think they'll get a kick out of this though."

"Well just make sure they stay sober enough to enjoy it," Megan said. She looked at me in the rearview mirror as she put the car into gear again.  "Not too much farther to go, dear."

The SUV pulled out of the parking lot and began moving again toward the city center. The deeper we went into downtown Seattle the more unsettled I became. "Why is there so much traffic tonight?" I asked nervously. 


The Bad Cop



I've known what a wanted to be since the sixth grade-a slut. Not a prostitute or call girl or anything-a straight up slut who was kept in a cage, and had as many rights as a goldfish.

But this was my dirty little secret. No one knew, until I was in college, at 19 years old. See, I was watching a BDSM porn clip, and my roommate walked in and caught me. I was watching the clip-I wasn't masturbating, because I didn't do that-and she snuck up on me.

She was really surprised, but since I couldn't lie to Terra, I told her the truth-all of it. When I was done, she looked at me, and said she had the same fantasies, too.

That very night, we made a plan on how to fulfil our fantasies-and we did.

We were going to dress up like sluts-the meager, see-threw clothes, matching bra and panties, high-heel stilettos, and enough makeup to make us look dark and mysterious. Then, I called a friend of mine named Tyson. He owed me a couple favors, and he was gay.

I explained or plan, and he eagerly accepted. I went into my draw to find ropes, gags, toys, and any other sex toys you could imagine. 

I pulled out to shiny, red ball-gags, a few pieces of long rope, and a vibrator and butt plug for each of us. I helped Terra get her butt plug in, and she helped me. We put each on the lowest setting, because we didn't want to be covered in cum, but didn't want to be very dry.

And do you know the craziest part about this? I was still a virgin. 

I heard a knock on the door, and Tyson walked in. "Hi," he said.

"Help us?" I ask, gesturing to all the ropes. 

He nodded, and put the gags in our mouths. He knotted the rope so tightly, we couldn't get out if we wanted too. Next, he took the remotes to the vibrators and butt-plugs, and put them in our bras. He tied our ankles together, just as tight as our wrists, and threw Terra and I over his shoulder.

I mean, we were both light, but he was really strong. He went out the back door, and tossed us in the trunk of his car. He shut it, and started driving toward the alley I told him. 

Soon, we were at a stop, and I heard Tyson slam his door shut. The trunk opened, and Tyson grabbed me first. He set me down against a rock, and put Terra next to me. 

"Bye," he said.

Tyson got into his car, and drove away. There was no going back now. We were stuck here, waiting for our new master to stumble along, and do what he pleased.

We sat there for about 4 hours. It was a long time, considering we were helplessly bound, and had vibrators and butt plugs in. Then, a cop cruiser started driving down the alley. 

I started to get nervous. Cops asked questions, and we didn't have the answers. It was late, maybe around 1am, but the cop cold still see us in his lights.

The car stopped, and one man got out. He was the only guy in the car. He turned on a flashlight, and took in our appearance. I got a good look at him, too. He had combed over golden-brown hair, and green eyes. He was probably about 30.

He smiled a sly smile, and walked over to me. He picked me up, bridal style. He didn't take out the gag or anything, which I thought was weird. He put me in the trunk of his car, and I knew he wasn't taking us to the station-he was taking us to his bedroom. 

Terra was put in next, and he slammed the trunk. By now, I was dying to cum, but I knew we couldn't make a bad impression on our new master. The car was in motion, and in about twenty minutes, we came to a stop. The cop opened the trunk, and pulled us both out. He let us lean on him to walk, but it was still hard.

I looked around. We were in front of a mansion. There was many floors. He opened the front door, and pushed us in. We fell to the ground, and he locked the door behind us.

"Look at you," he said, in a deep, intimidating voice, "Bound, and helpless."

He was quiet for a moment, and all you could here was the buzzing of the vibrators. He smiled a bit.

"Are those vibrators?" he question rhetorically. "You two are little sluts. Do you know how sluts get treated around here? Like sluts!"

He pulled a knife out of his back pocket, and cut both of the ropes on our ankles.

"Stand up!" he boomed, and we tried to do as he said, hardly succeeding. "Are either of you sluts still virgins?"

I nodded weakly. He nodded, and grabbed Terra and I. He walked into an elevator, and pushed the button 'R'. The elevator went down, and stopped in what seemed to be a basement. In it were cages. Like large dog kennels. 

He opened the padlock on one, and pushed Terra inside. He locked the padlock, and opened the next one for me. I obediently went in and he locked it.

"Tomorrow I'm off," he said. "Tonight I'll set up, and tomorrow we'll have some fun."

The cop leaves, and I turn to look at Terra. She looks just as helpless as me.

We're his new sluts, and I can tell he's an experienced master.



The Bad Cop Ch. 02



The phone ringing next to my bed jolted me out of a sound sleep. I looked groggily at the clock on my nightstand. 6:23 am. 

"Hello," I muttered into the phone.

"Hello, Laurie. It's been awhile."

It took me a couple of seconds to connect the familiar voice with the face but when I finally did I bolted upright in my bed.

"Megan?"

"You remember me," she laughed. "I thought you might."

I remembered her alright. Being forced by her to streak naked in front of 45,000 people at a Seattle Mariners game wasn't something that was going to slip from my memory anytime soon. Summer had turned to fall and I'd begun to have the faint hope that this dirty cop and her friends had decided to leave me alone. Obviously not. This was the phone call that I'd been dreading for the past two months.

"What do you want, Megan? Are the Seahawks playing today or something?" I was only being half-sarcastic; I have to admit that the beginning of the Seahawks' season had made me more than a little nervous. 

"No, nothing like that," she laughed. "Not today anyway. But I do have something fun planned for this morning though."

My stomach churned as I began to imagine what her idea of "something fun" might mean. Whatever it was I was pretty sure that it didn't include me wearing any clothes. "I have to work today," I told her halfheartedly knowing it wouldn't do any good.

"Call in sick," she said. "Do you know where Mistmoore Park is?" 

"Yeah." It was a small park near where I grew up. 

"Good. Meet me in the parking lot there by 8 o'clock. And don't be late."

The line clicked dead and I sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes allowing different emotions to wash over me: fear, anger, nervous anticipation, and, yes, arousal. Whatever Megan had planned for me today was going to be humiliating. I also knew that, whatever it was, I was going to do it. 

I reluctantly got to my feet and headed for the shower.

MISTMOORE PARK

I arrived at the parking lot a few minutes early and saw no sign of Megan yet. I got out of the car and walked around a bit, checking things out. I was relieved to see no one was around at the moment. Mistmoore was a small neighborhood park and its only amenities were a few picnic tables and barbecue grills. This was a good place to eat lunch or lie in the sun reading a book but the cool fall air and early morning hour weren't conducive to either right now. If this was where Megan wanted me to get naked it was definitely a different atmosphere than the packed Mariners game.

I leaned back against my car and took several deep breaths to calm my nerves. The silence was broken by the crunching of car tires on gravel and I turned to see Megan's familiar black SUV pull into the lot. Any momentary calmness I'd just gained was gone. I cursed myself inwardly again for about the thousandth time for allowing myself to fall under the control of this perverted bitch. The car's front doors opened on each side and I saw that she wasn't alone. Megan stepped out wearing a light sweatshirt, a pair of jeans, and a big smile on her face. 

"Hello, Laurie!" she said brightly. "It's good to see you again." I didn't respond and eyed the man coming around the front of the SUV toward me. "You remember Dave don't you?" she asked. I nodded. He'd been the other cop with Megan on the night I was originally pulled over for drunk driving and had also been with her at the Mariners game. I was pretty sure he was Megan's boyfriend, which made getting me naked in front of him seem kind of weird. 

"Hey Laurie," Dave said. "How've you been since the last time we saw you?" 

"I've been better," I mumbled, and that was the truth. To say that my life had been nerve-wracking in the aftermath of the Mariner's game would be an understatement. Afterwards I'd been mortified by what I'd done and terrified that someone I knew might have seen me. Even worse I was afraid that my family might find out about it and I'd have to explain it to them without mentioning Megan, who had threatened me with all kinds of things if I ever told anyone about her. 

The morning after my nude run I'd picked up both daily Seattle papers and nervously scanned the articles about the game. They each devoted a snarky paragraph to the female streaker who had interrupted the game in the seventh inning but I was relieved to see no mention of my name. After that I got on the internet and checked out a popular Mariners fan forum and found a long thread devoted to my streak. I was in full blush as I read play-by-play descriptions of it as well as lots of comments about my body, most of them good ones thankfully. Apparently Bret Boone had hit the game winning homerun off of Pedro Martinez right after my naked run so there were lots of jokes about the "Rally Streaker" and how the Mariners should hire me as the team mascot. One of the guys there posted a link to pictures of me that were already floating around the internet and I was relieved to see that they were taken from fairly high up in the stands and didn't show my face very well. I knew there had to be better pictures out there though. 

I was a bundle of nerves my first day back at work thinking that my co-workers might have either seen me nude or had heard about the streak, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Neither did anyone in my family. After a week or two I began to relax a little although there was always an undercurrent of nervousness knowing that more nude photos of me could show up on the internet and that Megan could force me to do something like that again at anytime. And it looked like that time was now.

"Well," Megan said, "now that we've got the teary reunion out of the way what do you say we get started? Laurie, give your car keys to Dave."

"Why?" I asked and immediately wished that I hadn't.

"Because I told you to. The next time you question one of my orders you're going to regret it. Now give him the damn keys."

I pulled them out of my pocket and handed them to Dave who had something of a sympathetic look on his face. I'll bet he's been on the receiving end of Megan's temper a few times himself, I thought. He walked over and opened the trunk. 

"Any guesses as to what's going into the trunk, Laurie?" Megan asked. Her mood had suddenly brightened again.

"My clothes?"

"Ding! Correct answer! You've caught on quickly to the theme of our little game. Now go ahead and lose them."

I reluctantly began unbuttoning my shirt and, even though I'd known this was coming, I still felt a sense of unreality about the whole situation. The worst part was not knowing what she had planned for me. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be just a naked run around a deserted park. 

I pulled my shirt off and placed it into the trunk and began unbuttoning my pants. I'd been smart enough to wear old clothes that I wouldn't mind losing since I had no idea when or if I'd see them again. That still didn't make being separated from them in a public place any easier. 

"The shoes too, Laurie. It all comes off." My shoes and socks went into the trunk and then my pants. I took a quick look around the park before unhooking my bra and slipping it off my breasts. I then slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them and placed the last of my clothing into the trunk. Dave slammed the trunk shut and did a once over of my nude body. I instinctively began to cover up but a sharp look from Megan was all it took to convince me to drop my arms to my sides. The chill in the fall air raised goose bumps on my bare skin and my nipples were already hard, although I'm not sure that was entirely from the cool air. Megan reached into her car and pulled out a video camera.

"Looking good, girl," she said. "I like you at this weight. Make sure you don't gain or lose more than a pound or two." I took this as a warning and bit my lip bitterly. "I also see you've shaved since the last time," she grinned looking down at the narrow strip of pubic hair between my legs. "New boyfriend or did you just want to look good for your next public appearance?" I hated to admit it to her but the thought of appearing nude in public again had made me more conscious of things like keeping trimmed and shaved. 

Megan focused the video camera on me and filmed for about 30 seconds before ordering me to turn around. After several minutes of videoing me from various angles she placed the camera back into her car and spoke to Dave. 

"We're in a hurry so you'd better get going," she told him. Dave nodded and jumped into my car, starting the engine. 

"I'll see you in a few," he said to Megan and then shot me a crooked grin. "You too, Laurie." I watched helplessly as he drove my car out of the parking lot with my clothes locked in the trunk. If I wasn't completely at the mercy of this crazy bitch before I was now. 

"Where's he going with my car, Megan?"

"Well that's kind of a secret right now but you'll find out soon enough. We need to have a little talk first, though." She opened up the rear door of her car. "Hop in."

I crawled into the rear of the SUV and shut the door as Megan slid in on the other side next to me. She reached up and pressed the Play button on the DVD player hanging from the ceiling. "I want you to take a quick look at this before we get started." On the screen I saw what appeared to be a television broadcast of a major league baseball game and realized immediately that it was the Red Sox-Mariners game that I'd streaked. I knew that the producers of the local broadcast had cut away from the field so that none of my streak had gone out on live TV so I was shocked to see myself running quite naked across the field with security and the cops in chase. This was no amateur video either -- this was broadcast quality. 

"Where in the hell did you get this?" I asked. 

"Oh, I know a guy who works on Mariners broadcasts. Unfortunately your naked romp didn't go out live but that doesn't mean that some of the game cameras weren't still taping you. Someone edited this together and it's become quite the hot property among techies at the TV station. It's pretty good isn't it?" I hated the idea of this being passed around among strangers. I watched as the camera zoomed in close as I was being led by the cops naked and handcuffed through the outfield and was horrified to see that my orgasm had been caught in all its glory - and in living color. 

"Oh God, I can't believe people are watching this! You've got to make them destroy it!"

"Why in the world would I want to do that? This is must-see TV." She turned back to the nude image of me on the screen. "Now that's what I call a wardrobe malfunction," she laughed. 

"No, it's terrible. You've got to DO something," I pleaded. 

"Well, I've got a few ideas about what do with it but destroying it isn't one of them. I was thinking more along the lines of sharing it with the world. I know a couple of websites where this would be VERY popular."

"No, please, you can't!" I blubbered, near tears now. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it's fun," she said. "Because you secretly love this as much as I do but just won't admit it to yourself. You might be able to convince me to hold off posting it for now though." 

"How?"

"Well if you do good today I might keep it under wraps."

"I'm going to do whatever you tell me to do. What choice do I have?" 

"Well, that's true, but you're going to be under time constraints today. You not only need to do what I tell you but you need to complete your task on time. If you can do that I'll consider holding off posting this on the internet for now. I won't e-mail it to your mom either." 

"What?! You're thinking about sending this to my mom? Why would you do that?"

"She's probably going to find out about your new hobby eventually anyway so maybe it's a good idea to get it over with now."

"But what in the hell would I tell her?"

"The truth, of course. You're so proud of losing all the weight that you just love showing off your new body to everyone and have become an exhibitionist."

"I can't tell her that. She'll think I've lost my mind."

"Tell her whatever you want then. You just can't tell her anything about me or the real reason you're doing this. Ever." Megan gave me another one of her "don't screw with me" looks. 

I was mortified by the thought of my mom seeing this video. I knew girls who had open relationships with their mom where they could talk about sex or anything else, but I wasn't one of them. I'd had a hard enough time with her disapproval of me living with Mark so I couldn't imagine trying to talk to her about this, especially since I couldn't tell her the truth.

"No, please. I'll do whatever you tell me today."

"Okay, hon. That's what I like to hear. I just thought you might need a little extra motivation when you find out what you have to do today. Hop out of the car and we'll get started."

I was a little surprised by this since I thought she planned on driving me somewhere, but I reluctantly opened the door and got out. Another quick glance around the park revealed that it was still empty. Megan slid out of the backseat and walked around the front of the car. After getting into the driver's seat she shut the door behind her and I heard the door locks click shut electronically, leaving me locked out. The driver's side window rolled down and Megan poked her head out.

"I'm afraid I couldn't find as large an audience for you today as the last time but maybe we can make up for it with a longer exposure. The goal today will be for you to retrieve your car keys so you can drive home. Do you know where East Park High School is?" 

I gulped when I heard the name and nodded slowly. "That's where I went to high school." 

"I know," she laughed. "So you shouldn't have any trouble finding it. You'll find your car in the parking lot there."

I think my jaw hit the ground. That was at least a mile away through a residential area. Maybe more. "Y-you mean I have to walk there to get it?"

"Walk, run, hop, skip...whatever. You just have to do it naked. You're not allowed to accept clothing from anyone. Or a ride to the school either for that matter." 

"So my keys will be in the car?"

"Well, that's where things get really interesting. Your keys won't be there."

"Where will they be?" I asked, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.

"They'll be inside the school."

THE LONG WALK

I stood in the silent park for a minute or so after Megan drove off feeling very naked, vulnerable and alone. The sun was still low in the sky and the park lay mostly in shadows with only a few patches of daylight breaking through. The silence was broken only by the chirping of the park's songbirds. It might have been a relaxing atmosphere under other circumstances, but not today. Still, I'd rather stay naked all day in this little park than do what Megan had planned for me. I understood now why she felt I might need extra motivation to complete my task. I didn't think it was possible but she had come up with something even more potentially humiliating than streaking a major league baseball game. 

I shivered slightly from the chill air and crossed my arms across my body just below my breasts for warmth, being careful not to cover them in case Megan had someone spying on me. I began walking slowly out of the parking lot onto the park grass and the damp morning dew on my bare feet sent another shiver through my body. As I walked across the park I recalled the awful instructions Megan had given me for finding my keys in the school and wondered if I could possibly go through with it when the time came. I decided to put that part of the task out of my mind for now and just concentrate on getting to the school.

I was very familiar with this area so I knew that if I could get to a bike path along the river a few blocks south of here it would provide me with relative shelter from surrounding houses and streets. I might run into the occasional biker or jogger but that still sounded better than walking naked right through the middle of a residential area. 

Unfortunately I didn't have unlimited time to complete this though, so I didn't know if I could afford to take such a roundabout route. I had to retrieve my keys by 10:00 a.m. or they'd be removed from where they were hidden in the school and I'd be stuck miles from my apartment without clothes or a car. I wouldn't even have my apartment key which was on the same key ring. If that wasn't bad enough, Megan would then post that awful video on the internet and send a copy to my Mom in an anonymous e-mail. That gave me only about 90 minutes to do this and I figured it would take me about a 30-minute walk at a steady pace just to get to the school. I had to leave myself as much time as possible for finding the keys and taking a detour to the bike path would add another 20 minutes at least. I didn't have time. I had no choice but to walk naked right through the middle of a residential area to get to the school.

After reaching the edge of the park I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave the relative shelter of the trees. After looking both ways I reluctantly crossed the road to the sidewalk on the other side and then made a left turn at the corner onto the street that led toward the school. Ahead of me was block after block of suburban homes. 

The air was considerably warmer now that I was out from the shade of the park and in the sun but it also made me feel a lot more exposed. Anyone who happened to look out of their windows right now would see me. Being nude in such a public place sharpened my focus intensely and I became acutely aware of my surroundings and the feelings in my body: the slight bounce of my breasts with each step; the feel of the sun and breeze on my bare skin; the rough scrape of the sidewalk beneath my feet. I knew from my previous experience that I'd be in a heightened state of arousal until this was over. Whatever negative emotions that being forced into public nudity brought on I also knew it was a tremendous turn-on for me as well. Nothing had ever given me these intense feelings before, not even having sex. Maybe Megan was right about me. Maybe I did subconsciously want to be forced into doing this.

I was in a middle-class neighborhood so most of the people living here had already left for work by now and the kids were in school. That was some small comfort anyway; at least until I realized that the older kids would be in the very school I was heading for! I made it through the first block without being seen and had just crossed the street onto the next block when I heard a car in the distance behind me. I darted into the front yard of the closest house and crouched down behind a row of bushes until the car passed. I was about to come out again when I heard voices ahead of me. I peeked out and saw a guy talking to his wife as he walked to a truck parked in the driveway. They continued talking for a minute or so before the guy got into his truck and pulled out. After he drove off the woman picked up the morning paper and scanned through it as she stood in the front yard. "C'mon," I said under my breath. "Go back inside." She dallied for another couple of minutes before wandering over to check the mailbox and finally walking back into the house. I was about to come out of hiding when the sound of another car coming down the street kept me laying low. 

This isn't going to work, I thought. If I hide every time I see someone I'll never make it in time. I had to keep moving and face the fact that people were going to see me. I wondered if Megan and Dave were watching me from somewhere. I was actually hoping that they were because I didn't like the thought of being out here on my own if someone tried to bother me.

As soon as the car passed out of sight I emerged from my hiding place and began setting a brisk pace trying to make up for lost time. The cool breeze felt like a thousand fingers caressing my bare skin and my arousal continued to grow. I was just hoping now it wouldn't go over the edge into orgasm like it had at the game, at least not while people were around. I was tempted to hide somewhere and bring myself off in order to relieve some of the pressure but I was afraid of losing any more time. I looked around and didn't see any cars or people and if there was anyone peeking out of their windows I couldn't see them. Did I dare do it out here in the open as I walked? Masturbating outside in the middle of a suburban neighborhood was something that would've been inconceivable to me just a couple of months ago, but my life had taken such a surreal turn since meeting Megan that I was actually considering it. I slipped my hand down into the dampness between my legs and felt my body shutter. I quickly removed it and looked around nervously. Whew. I'm close. 




The Bad Cop Ch. 02



I crossed to the next block and still didn't see anyone around so I let my hand slip down again between my legs. This time I didn't remove it. I tried to be as discreet as a naked woman on a public street could possibly be but as I walked my breathing grew deeper and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning. It's impossible to describe the intensity of the experience and it didn't take long before I reached the brink. As the wave pulsed through my body I stopped walking, closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and allowed a guttural cry to escape from my lips.

When I opened my eyes again I saw her. Across the street was an older woman on her knees pulling weeds in her front yard. I hadn't seen her there at all! She stared at me with a shocked look and I started running, my face burning with shame. Ahead of me a car rolled to a stop at the corner of the side street and the man inside it spotted me with a look of surprise, followed by a leer. I kept sprinting and turned left down the next block almost knocking over a woman walking her dog. "What the ...?" 

"I'm sorry," I muttered as I kept running. The dog was still barking as I made a right turn in the direction of the school at the next corner.

IN THE WOODS

I rubbed my sore feet as I sat concealed in a wooded area on a small hill overlooking my old high school. My poor feet just weren't conditioned for barefoot running on pavement and were all bruised and scraped and a blister was forming on the left one. Right now if I had my choice of any piece of clothing it would be my shoes and to hell with my modesty. I remembered seeing a documentary about some Kenyan runner who ran marathons in his bare feet and I wondered how he did it. The soles of his feet must have been tougher than old roots.

After being caught masturbating by the old woman I had run and run, making no effort at all to conceal myself. I got a variety of reactions from people along the way but fortunately no one had tried to interfere with me. I hadn't even stopped when I got to the busy four-lane street I needed to cross to reach the high school and bolted across it at the first break in traffic with car horns blaring in my ears. I'd probably still be running if there was anywhere to run to where I could escape from this nightmare.

The good news was that all the running had helped make up for lost time and I had a few minutes to calm my shattered nerves and formulate a plan. The bad news was that the plan would have to involve going into the school naked to find my keys. The full parking lot below me put to rest the vague hope that maybe today was a teacher's planning day or something and the school would be mostly empty. I should have known better than to hope Megan would cut me any slack. I scanned the parking lot and finally spotted my car. It was parked just a few feet from the front entrance. Of course.

The clanging of the school bell startled me out of my thoughts. God, I'm jumpy. That must be the nine o'clock bell. Unless things have changed since I went to school here the next bell would ring at 9:07 signaling the start of the next class. A couple of teachers came out one of the side doors and lit up cigarettes and I burrowed a little deeper into my hiding spot in case anyone looked this way. 

As I tried to decide what to do I thought back to Megan's instructions for finding my keys. "I've placed a note on one of the hallway bulletin boards in the school with instructions on how to find them," she had told me. 

"Which board?" 

"Well that's part of the fun. You'll just have keep looking until you find it."

"But there must be at least half a dozen hallway bulletin boards in there."

"At least," she had laughed. "Maybe you'll get lucky and find it on the first try. That's why this game today will be so much fun. You might get through it relatively unseen if you're lucky but it could go very wrong if you aren't."

Yeah, it'll be a boatload of fun alright you effing bitch. I didn't say that to her out loud, of course. She'd have me doing naked cartwheels through the cafeteria at lunchtime if I had.

"Don't worry about the security guard," Megan had added. "I've made sure he won't bother you. None of the teachers or staff knows anything about this though so I'd recommend being as stealthy as possible if you don't want to give the whole school an anatomy lesson."

I tried once again to think of some kind of alternative to doing this but none came to mind. I had no car, no apartment key, and no clothes. I wasn't holding a lot of cards here. My parents lived a couple of miles away but they'd be at work now and there was no way I was going to show up naked at their house anyway. I had high school friends who grew up around here but they'd all left home by now and I didn't think showing up at their parents' house sounded like a great idea. "Hi, Mrs. Thomas. Remember me? I'm Laurie, Shannon's friend from high school. Where are my clothes? Oh it was laundry day and I had nothing to wear. You know how it is."

A chill went up my spine as I realized that I was really going to go into my old high school naked. What choice did I have?

The one small advantage I had was that I knew my way around in there so at least I could try to come up with some kind of a plan. I scanned the building trying to decide where I would enter. Some entrances were better than others but they all had the same major drawback – they all led into a building full of people. East Park isn't the biggest school in the area but it's plenty big enough when faced with the prospect of wandering the hallways naked during a school day. I knew the chances of getting in, finding the keys, and getting out without being caught were pretty slim. 

The school was a two-story building with hallways going around the perimeter as well as a central corridor running down the middle of each floor. Just inside the front door was a lobby and the basketball gymnasium was on the opposite side of the building from where I was sitting. Most of the hallways in the school had bulletin boards on them and there were also boards in the front lobby and cafeteria. Megan's note could be just about anywhere in there.

It didn't take me long to figure out which entrance I was going to take. In the rear side of the building I saw the fire escape leading up to a second floor door that I knew led into a hallway in one of the quieter parts of the school. The second floor was nothing but classrooms and storage rooms while the first floor was where the library, cafeteria, teachers' lounge and staff offices were located. The odds of not running into someone in the hallways while classes were in session were much better on the second floor.

I was also hoping that Megan, thinking I would search the first floor hallways first, had put the note on the second floor. Maybe I'll get lucky and find it quickly. Of course she might also have figured out that this fire escape was the best way into the school and put the note on the first floor on the opposite side of the school from it. It was probably useless playing mind games with that damn woman. I just had to go in there and hope for the best.

The 9:07 bell rang signaling the beginning of the next class and I saw that the people loitering outside had all entered the building again. I had fifty-three minutes to find my keys somewhere in there. I had to get moving. 

Oh God, I didn't want to do this.

BACK TO SCHOOL

As I stepped into the empty hallway I felt like I'd just stepped into one of my old naked in school nightmares. How many times had I had that crazy dream back when I was in high school? God, if only there was only some way to wake up from this one. 

Memories came flooding back as I looked down the familiar hallway of my old school. There was my old senior locker about a third of the way down the hall. About twenty feet away on the left was the door to Mr. Gable's classroom, my American history teacher. Was he still here, I wondered? He might be in there teaching right now for all I knew. I hadn't been back here since I graduated seven years ago and I had no idea how many people I knew were still here. My classmates were long gone, of course, but many of the same teachers and staff might still be here. What would they think if they saw me roaming the hallways naked? 

Some of the negative memories also returned. Back in high school I'd been a shy, chubby girl with only a few close friends. I'd been terribly self-conscious about my body back then and the loose-fitting, formless clothes I wore to hide it hadn't prevented me from being the object of teasing. I couldn't wait to get away from this place after my graduation. Not all of the memories were bad, of course, but this was a place I just never thought I'd return to. Who could have foreseen the bizarre turn of fate that would lead me back here to walk the halls naked? It was something I just never, ever could have imagined. Yet here I was. 

On the wall to my left was a clock and I saw that it was already 9:28. It had taken me over 20 minutes to get into the building from my hiding place in the woods! I'd almost walked right past a couple of teenage boys sitting in a car in the parking lot smoking cigarettes but fortunately I'd heard the music from their car stereo just before I passed them. It still cost me a couple of extra minutes making my way around them without being seen. 

Then I'd just missed being caught on the fire escape. I was about half way up it when the door below me opened and a teacher walked out. I curled up into a ball on the stairs and just prayed he wouldn't look up. He was having an argument on his cell phone with someone -probably his wife - and it seemed like it went on forever. It probably really lasted only ten minutes or so but I was stuck in plain sight half way up the fire escape that whole time. I hadn't even made it into the school yet and my nerves were already fried. When he finally went back inside I quickly scampered up the rest of the stairs and entered the school.

Only 32 minutes left and I hadn't even begun looking for the note. Worse, I still had to retrieve the keys from who knows where once I did find it. I saw a bulletin board at the far end of the hallway and I began walking towards it, each step taking me deeper into the school and farther away from a quick exit. 

My arousal had been kept mostly in check since my orgasm in front of the old woman but it was building again as I began experiencing my naked in school dream for real. I cursed my body again for being so damned susceptible to the humiliations Megan was forcing on me, but there was little I could do to suppress it. As I passed the first closed door I could hear a voice behind it and knew a class was in session in there. A chill went through me as it hit home just how close I was to utter humiliation! 

It was then that I spotted the security cameras lining the hallway. Damn, those hadn't been there when I was in school. They're probably all over the school now. I remembered Megan telling me the security guard wouldn't bother me and I'll bet anything he's in a room somewhere right now watching my every step. In fact, Megan and Dave are probably with him. Megan gets too much of a kick watching me not to be spying on me from somewhere.

Something else struck me as I walked along: Megan was going to have a new blackmail tape to use against me! If she was able to get the security guard to cooperate in this then she'd have no problem getting a copy of the security tape. How in the hell would I explain this to my friends and family? At least streaking a sporting event is a somewhat common lark...but walking naked through your old high school? I mean, that's just weird. They'd really think I've lost my marbles. It was too late to do anything about it now, though. With each step I felt Megan's control over me tightening. 

I let out a nervous sigh of relief when I finally reached the bulletin board on the other end of the hall. Please let it be here! I scanned through the various notes and flyers attached to the board announcing tutoring services, items for sale, and an upcoming school dance. Nothing. I looked through them again hoping I'd somehow missed it. It's not here. Dammit!

"Hello." The voice behind me nearly caused me to jump through the ceiling. I'd been so focused on the bulletin board that I hadn't been listening for anyone approaching. I whirled around and found a mousy looking teenage girl standing there staring at me. I resisted the urge to cover myself remembering Megan's instructions. 

"Hi," I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked. 

"Oh, I just lost a bet," I laughed nervously. "I have to find something in here."

"Find what? Your clothes?"

"My car keys. My, um, boyfriend is playing a prank on me."

The girl's face remained expressionless as she looked me up and down, her eyes pausing briefly on my hard nipples. She was maybe 15 or 16 and her straight brown hair hung limply down to her shoulders. I guessed she wasn't the frontrunner to become homecoming queen. She looked like the prototypical female nerd and I felt some empathy with her having been something of a nerd myself in high school.

"Which is it?" she asked, pushing her glasses up against the bridge of her nose with her forefinger.

"Huh?"

"You said it was a bet and then you said it was a prank. Which is it?"

"Well, sort of both. Why aren't you in class anyway?"

"I'm in study hall and I have a pass to get a book from my locker."

I looked around to make sure our conversation wasn't drawing any attention and then leaned in close and spoke softly. "Hey, do you think you can help me? I really could use your help finding a note addressed to me on one of the bulletin boards."

She shook her head. "I have to get back to study hall or I'll get in trouble."

"I'll pay you," I said. She looked me over again as she shoved the glasses back against her nose.

"I don't see any pockets."

"I don't have it on me right now, but I'll get it for you. I promise."

"How much?"

"Twenty dollars?"

"How about paying me twenty dollars not to report you?" she replied. Any empathy I'd been feeling for the little nerd was rapidly draining away. 

"Fifty dollars then."

"How do I know you'll pay me?"

"You'll have to trust me," I said.

"Why should I trust a crazy naked girl walking around the school?"

I sighed. "One hundred dollars. I really need your help. I know I don't exactly have any collateral to put up here but please trust me that I'll pay you."

She pushed her glasses up against her face once again as she pondered my offer. "What do you want me to do?" 

"There's a note for me pinned on one of the bulletin boards in the school that tells me where my keys are. I'll search the second floor if you'll go down and check the first floor for me. If you find it bring it to me."

"You have to pay me even if I don't find it."

"I'll pay you half if you don't. The full amount if you do. I need to make sure you're really looking for it."

"I have a camera phone in my locker. I'll do it if you let me take pictures of you first. That way if you don't pay me I'll put the pictures on my blog and tell everyone in school to look at them."

God, another little blackmailer. "Whatever," I said. "Just please hurry."

The girl disappeared around the corner as I stood nervously waiting for her return. I glanced again at the clock. 9:35. Just twenty-five minutes to go and I felt more naked and vulnerable than ever standing here. A couple more minutes passed and I was starting to get worried that she might be reporting me. I was ready to start moving when she emerged again around the corner. The girl pointed her camera phone at me and took several pictures. "Turn around," she said. Was there ever going to be an end to the indignities I'd have to suffer? I turned around and she clicked off several more. 

"That's enough," I told her, turning around again. "I'm in a hurry. Please go check the first floor bulletin boards for me." It occurred to me that Megan might not approve of this but she hadn't specifically prohibited me from getting help. I'd have to risk it.

"How will I know the note's for you?" she asked. 

"My name's Laurie Davis. My name should be on the note or some reference to keys. The name Megan might be on it, too."

"Who's Megan?"

"The person leaving the note."

"Your boyfriend's name is Megan?"

"Um, no. Listen, forget what I said earlier about a boyfriend and a prank. Just help me out here."

"Will you be waiting here?" she asked. 

"No, I'll be checking the boards up here so look for me in one of the other second floor hallways. What's your name anyway?" 

"Tamara," she replied.

"I really appreciate this Tamara. Please hurry though."

I followed Tamara down the hall until she made a right turn down the stairs and I turned left down the central corridor. This was going to be a riskier area since it was more heavily traveled and there were classrooms on each side of the hall. I made it about a third of the way down the hall before I came to an open door and heard the sound of voices coming from within. Not ten feet past the door was the bulletin board I was trying to reach, but there was no way to get to it without passing the open door! I considered waiting for Tamara to come back to help me but the clock was ticking. I finally decided to go back around to the other outside hallway and follow it around the perimeter of the building. I could reach this bulletin board from the opposite direction and, if I remembered correctly, there was another board I needed to check on that hallway anyway. 

I retraced my steps and turned the corner and headed to the opposite side of the building from where I'd entered. I peeked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear and then began moving quickly down it. There was a bulletin board about half way down the hallway but it was lightly used so it didn't take long to determine that my note wasn't on it. I began walking again down the hall, my senses on full alert. After reaching the end I carefully turned the corner and then made another left turn down the central corridor. God, this was nerve wracking! 

Fortunately all of the doors on this end of the hallway were closed so I had a straight path now to the board. I moved quickly, my breasts bouncing slightly with each step. This bulletin board was packed with notices pinned to it and I rifled through them as fast as I could. Nothing. I took a second look, and then a third. It wasn't here. I let out a deep sigh of frustration. It must be somewhere on the first floor. My hopes relied now on Tamara and I still wasn't at all sure I could trust her. 

At that moment I heard female voices coming from behind me and I turned and looked back in the direction I had just come. The voices were coming from around the corner but I could tell they were heading this way. I looked around desperately for a place to hide but there was nothing. Down the hallway was a woman's bathroom I could duck into but that would mean passing the open doorway of the classroom. I was trapped!

As the voices neared the corner of my corridor I did the only thing I could do: I scampered quickly past the open classroom door providing a view of naked female flesh to anyone inside who happened to be looking my direction. Once past it I shoved open the door to the women's restroom and entered the far stall, bolting it behind me. If anyone from the classroom had seen me or if the women had entered the hallway before I'd made it into the restroom, they'd have no problem finding me. I was cornered. 

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the restroom door swung open. I quickly sat down and lifted my feet up and placed them against the stall door so they wouldn't be in view to anyone peering beneath the stall door. This wouldn't do me much good if someone knew I was in here but it was the only precaution I could take.




The Bad Cop Ch. 02



"I don't know what to do with her. Her behavior has been very strange," I heard a woman say. It was one of the voices I'd heard in the hallways.

"Well, maybe we need to notify her parents," the other voice said. Were they talking about me? Had they somehow recognized me?

"Yeah, I think we need to call them in for a conference. She's been such a disruptive influence lately in class." It wasn't me they were talking about. They must not have seen me. I heard the stall door next to mine open as one of the women entered it. The other woman turned on a sink and washed up as the two continued talking about some problem student. The restroom door swung open again as another person entered.

"Hi, Karen," I heard another female voice say to the woman out by the sink. "Is anyone else in here with you?" 

"Me," I heard the woman in the next stall call out.

"Who's me?"

"Angela.

"Okay," the woman said. "I take it you're dressed aren't you?"

"What?"

"One of my students said he just saw a naked woman go past the classroom door."

"Yeah, Angela is butt naked alright," the woman out by the sink said. "I keep warning her about violating the school's dress code but she just won't listen to me." They all laughed. 

"Okay, I'm sure my student has an overactive imagination. Boys that age always have naked women on the brain."

"Boys at every age always have naked women on the brain." Another laugh.

They continued talking as I sat quietly and helplessly in my stall, the clock ticking away on any hope of finding my keys in time. Even if Tamara had found the note she wouldn't know where to find me now. The tears began welling up in my eyes as I thought about the consequences facing me in just a few more minutes. What was I going to do? How was I going to get home? What was I going to tell my mom when she got that awful video? I'd gone through all of this for nothing! It was so unfair.

I finally heard the toilet in the next stall flush and Angela exited and began washing up at the sink, still talking to the other women. They dallied for another minute or so before the door swung open and the bathroom fell silent again. I had no idea what time it was but I couldn't have much time left. I decided I was going to get the hell out of here before the ten o'clock bell rang. I'd just have to head back out to my hiding spot in the woods and try to sort out from there what I was going to do.

As I exited the stall I caught a glimpse of my nude body in the bathroom mirror and stared at it for a minute. It looked so familiar, yet so out of place in these surroundings. It struck me again just how strange all of this was, standing naked in my old school. When would I be able to put clothes on again? And how many more people would see my nude body before the day was over? 

I opened the door slowly and peeked out into the hall in each direction making sure it was clear before I stepped out again and began walking. The open classroom door I'd passed earlier was closed now. I guess the teacher wanted to make sure that her horny teenage student wouldn't be imagining any more naked women wandering the hallways. 

I turned the corner and checked the clock on the wall. 9:52. Just eight minutes left. There's no way I could search the first floor and find my keys in that time. I wasn't even sure the note would still be there if Tamara had found it and then gone looking for me as I hid in the bathroom. I made another turn and began walking down the hallway that led back to the fire escape that I'd climbed to enter the school. I was about half way down the hall when I heard my name called.

"Laurie."

I turned and saw Tamara motioning at me to come to her. I walked quickly to her.

"Did you find it?"

"Yeah. Where have you been? I looked all over for you."

"I had to hide out from some teachers. Give it to me, Tamara, I don't have much time left."

"When will I get my money?"

"I'll mail it out tomorrow. I promise."

"Give me your hand," she said. She took a pen out of her pocket and wrote her address on my palm, then handed me a small envelope with my name on it. I gave her a hug and her lips curled up in a faint smile - the first expression I'd seen on her face since I met her. She was a rather odd girl but I felt grateful to her, even though I'd had to bribe her to help me. 

"Where did you find it?" I asked as I tore open the envelope.

"It was on the bulletin board in the front lobby. I hope you find your keys." She turned and began walking away. 

"Is there any way you can help me retrieve them?" I asked. 

She shook her head. "I'm already going to be in trouble for being gone so long."

"Okay, thanks for your help," I said as she disappeared around the corner. 

I pulled the note out of the envelope and began to read:

Laurie,

You'll find your keys on the back wall of Room 101.

M.

Room 101 was the first classroom past the front lobby where the note had been left. God, if I'd just entered the school through the front door I could have completed this in a couple of minutes. Megan probably figured I wouldn't have the guts to do that. She'd been right. 

I only had about five minutes left so sneaking around was no longer an option. The quickest way to Room 101 from here went right past the administrative offices, including the principal's office. I had one other option that would be less risky if I hurried. I started running down the hallway toward the exit where I'd first entered the school. I hobbled down the fire escape stairs as fast as I could, my poor bruised feet screaming at me with each step, then began running for the front of the building. Ahead of me one of the school's janitors was picking up trash on the edge of the parking lot. There was no more time left for hiding so I gave him an eyeful as I ran past. As I turned the corner leading to the front entrance of the school I saw my car parked nearby. With any luck I'd be driving away in it within the next couple of minutes. 

I pulled open the front door and entered the lobby, nearly running into a woman exiting the school. When she saw me her eyes bugged out so far that she reminded me of a cartoon character. I recognized her as one of the school's secretaries and I just prayed to God that she didn't remember me. I walked briskly past her without saying a word and passed through another door that led into the heart of the building. On my left was Room 101. As I stepped up to the door and gripped the doorknob I could hear a muffled voice speaking. There was a class in session in there! Megan was going to make this humiliating for me right up to the bitter end.

I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside. 

Every head in the room turned in my direction as I stood in the doorway still breathing heavily from the run and with my skin flushed from the potent blend of nervousness, humiliation and arousal pulsing through my body. I felt a little faint and placed my hand against the doorframe to steady myself. I stood for several seconds trying to gather my composure when I saw the person standing at the head of the room: Megan! She had a feigned look of surprise on her face but I could see the delight in her eyes in seeing me there. Dave was sitting in one of the student desks holding the same video camera Megan had used earlier in the park. He pointed it in my direction. 

What in the hell are they doing in here? What are they up to now? I took a couple of deep breaths and finally started walking toward the back of the room as I heard some disconnected words tumble from my mouth. 

"I have to find something...a note told me...my keys...the back wall," I mumbled. 

This came out sounding like total gibberish - the ravings of a crazy woman, which I'm sure they all thought I was. I walked unsteadily down one of the rows and the giggling and laughter from the students burned my ears. I reached the back wall and began desperately looking for my keys but there was no sign of them. I ran my hands back and forth across the bare wall. Where were they? They were supposed to be here! I'd beaten the ten o'clock deadline so they just had to be here! As I frantically continued searching the area for my keys I heard a voice that I hadn't heard in years. "Laurie Davis? Is that you?"

I turned back to the front of the room. "M-Mrs. Fitzpatrick?" Oh my God, it was my favorite teacher from high school! And she recognized me!

That's when it struck me that the keys weren't here; they were probably never here. I'll bet they never left Dave's pocket. This had all been a ruse by Megan to lure me into this classroom and humiliate me! I wasn't going to be able to run out and drive away in my car after all. I was totally at Megan's mercy once again - just a naked little puppet dancing on her strings.

As this realization hit me my head began spinning and I had to grab onto a nearby empty desk to keep from falling over. Megan and Dave were moving fast towards me now and each grasped one of my arms to keep me from falling. They assisted me as I walked on shaky legs back to the front of the room and they sat me down on the edge of the teacher's desk in full view of the class. Mrs. Fitzpatrick leaned down and looked in my eyes with alarm. "Are you okay, Laurie?" 

I shook my head. "No, I'm not okay," I blubbered as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I shook my hair across my face as if that could somehow block this all out.

"What's wrong with her?" Mrs. Fitzpatrick asked Megan.

"She's obviously on drugs of some kind," Megan replied as she brushed the hair out of my face and peered into my eyes. "Heavy breathing, flushed skin, incoherent speech, irrational behavior. She's exhibiting all the signs." Megan turned to the teacher. "Do you know this girl?"

"Yes, she was once a student here. That was a few years back though. She's lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw her."

"Well, that could be another sign of drug abuse."

"She looks good though. I mean she was too heavy before and she doesn't look like one of those anorexic drug addicts." 

"Not yet anyway. We may have caught her before it got to that."

"Are you going to arrest her?" Mrs. Fitzpatrick asked.

"No, but we're going to have someone check her out. We'll find out what she's been taking and whether she needs psychological help or drug counseling."

Mrs. Fitzpatrick leaned in close again to talk to me. "Megan, these are police officers. They're going to help you."

I let out a short, bitter laugh through the tears when I heard that. If these two "helped" me much more I really would need psychological counseling. 

"Can you walk, Laurie?" Megan asked.

I nodded my head. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. Megan and Dave helped me to my feet and I felt my hands being pulled behind my back and the cold metal handcuffs snapping onto my wrists.

"Is that really necessary?" the teacher asked.

"I'm afraid so," Megan replied. "We don't know what she's on and drug abusers can often turn suddenly violent. It's for her protection as well as ours."

Megan and Dave started walking me to the door and I saw the look of concern in Mrs. Fitzpatrick's face. 

"I'll be okay, Mrs. F," I said. "Just please don't tell my parents about this."

"I won't Laurie, if you promise to get help."

"I will."

Dave opened the door for me and Megan walked me out into the hallway. I was expecting them to take a right turn toward the nearby front door but instead they turned me to the left and we began walking deeper into the school.

"My car's out front," I muttered.

"Yes, but our car is parked out back," Megan replied with a barely disguised glee in her voice.

At that moment the ten o'clock bell began clanging. 

DÉJÀ VU ALL OVER AGAIN

It was déjà vu all over again as I sat naked, handcuffed, and humiliated in the front seat of Megan's SUV just like after streaking the baseball game. I had the feeling that this might become a regular feature of our get-togethers. As Megan negotiated the car through the school parking lot the image of all those high school students pouring out into the hallway replayed itself again and again in my mind as if it was on a continuous loop. I think that moment will be burned into my brain forever. Those naked in school nightmares have nothing on the real thing. 

After the bell rang I just kept my eyes glued on the floor in front of me and concentrated on putting one foot in front of another as I tried desperately to block out the stares, laughter, catcalls, and rude remarks. If I could have I would have floated out of my body and watched the proceedings as a neutral observer, but I remained stuck inside my very naked skin for the duration. 

After finally exiting the building into the rear parking lot, Megan had told Dave to get my car and meet us back at the park before helping me into the front seat of her SUV. As we pulled out of the parking lot Megan couldn't contain herself any more. "God, that was beautiful!" she laughed. "Oh man, what a rush, huh? Whew, I could get addicted to this!"

I just sat there sullenly staring out the side window. I wasn't going to give her any more satisfaction than she was already getting out of this. She barely even noticed my silence as she kept rattling on excitedly about my "adventure." 

"I was starting to get worried that you weren't going to make it in time, Laurie. It would've been a lot easier for you if you'd just had the balls to walk in through the front door. Life rewards the bold, my friend. I just knew you wouldn't do that though. Let me guess, you snuck in using a second floor fire escape?" I turned and glared at her for a moment before returning to my view out the side window. "Hah, I knew it," she chortled. 

She turned the corner and we began driving through the same residential neighborhood where I'd been running naked only a little over an hour ago. It already seemed like ages ago. Megan kept on talking, undeterred by my lack of response. 

"You know, I give these anti-drug lectures to high school classes every so often and I'd been trying to think of a way to spice them up a bit. When I was asked to talk to a class in your old high school I just knew I had to get you involved in it. You were perfect, too! If those kids aren't scared away from drugs after your performance, they never will be," she laughed. "I'm so glad I brought Dave along to videotape that. Maybe I can use that in future lectures about the dangers of drug use."

Megan looked over in my direction hoping for some kind of response but I remained silent. "Oh c'mon, Laurie, what would you be doing today if I hadn't dragged you out of your boring little life? Sitting in a cubicle?"

"It's MY life," I shot back angrily, breaking my silence. "You have NO right telling me how to live it." 

"Laurie, you're a bookkeeper for chrissakes. Hell, you're not even a real accountant. At least CPA's make decent money."

"So what?"

"So you're twenty-five years old and you have a boring job, no boyfriend, and no life. You act like you're still that fat little girl that no one wants."

"What are you my shrink now? Dr. Fucking Megan?" 

"You can think of me that way if you want. I do know you need to form a new self-image for yourself. You're a smart girl and you should have more in your life than you do right now. You're not that frumpy girl anymore, Laurie, and you don't even seem to know it. You have a very pretty, innocent, girl-next-door face on a killer bod. You turn heads even when you're not naked. Do you even own any sexy clothes? Do you ever wear short skirts and low-cut blouses to work just to drive the men wild?"

I opened my mouth to respond but then closed it again. She was right. I didn't own any sexy clothes. The blue jeans and tank top I wore to my fateful birthday party was as daring as I ever got. 

"How do you know so much about me anyway? Have you been spying on me?"

"Not spying, but I have taken the time to discreetly find out more about you. I was curious."

Megan turned the car into the parking lot of Mistmoore Park and killed the engine. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. "Turn around," she said. I felt the cuffs click open as she removed them and shoved them under the seat. I rubbed my wrists as I looked around the park. It was still deserted and Dave hadn't arrived yet with my car.

We sat there in silence for a few moments before she spoke again. "Listen, Laurie, I know I may have pushed you too far today. I never intended for you to be marched naked through the school while the students were in the hall. It's just that you got there right before the bell and I couldn't resist. I shouldn't have done that." She almost sounded apologetic. "Listen, I want this to be fun for both of us."

I laughed bitterly. "Fun?" 

"Yes. Fun and exciting and arousing. I know you get very turned on by doing this kind of thing."

"I can't help it. That doesn't mean I want to take part in this."

"I think you secretly do. Maybe you don't want to take it as far as we did today, but I think you'd miss it badly if we stopped completely."

"More psychobabble," I said, but I wasn't so sure she was wrong. I still remembered vividly those intense feelings of excitement and arousal as I walked nude through the neighborhood this morning. I'd had those same feelings as I snuck naked around the empty school hallways. I think the danger of being caught turned me on even more than actually being seen. As hard as it had been to go through with this today I knew that I'd replay it over and over again in my mind in the coming weeks and become aroused whenever I did. I had to admit that my life now had an intensity and excitement that had been lacking before I met Megan.

"Laurie, if I gave you the choice of me leaving you alone, would you take it?"

"Are you giving me that choice?" I asked. 

"I don't know yet," she replied. "I just want to hear your answer."

A few minutes ago the answer would have been easy, but I knew there was a grain of truth in what Megan had been saying. I was afraid to take chances. I did still see myself still as that fat, frumpy, unwanted girl. Suddenly I wasn't so sure I wanted to return to my old boring life without the daily danger of getting a phone call from Megan. This was the first time in my life I'd ever walked the tightrope without a net and I had to admit to myself that there was something intoxicating about it.

"I don't know," I heard myself say. "Is there any way we can make it not so...over the top? I mean, jeez, naked in my old high school?" A fresh wave of arousal pulsed through me as I realized that I was giving implied consent to continuing these games. Was this really my secret fetish – to be forced into public nudity and exhibitionism? Were my urges so strong that I would voluntarily allow this woman to dominate and control me to satisfy them because I knew I could never summon the courage to do these things on my own?

Megan smiled. "Today may have gone a little too far, but I'm not going to make it easy for you. It's important that we keep exploring the edge of the cliff. That's where the excitement is."

I sat again in silence looking out at the quiet park. I don't know if Megan had been serious about letting me go but the moment had passed. We both knew I was still in the game.

"Laurie, I'm going to have a copy of the school's security video soon." I knew it! "They actually have a pretty good system," she continued. "It won't be up to the quality of the Mariners video but it's not grainy black-and-white stuff either. You're always going to need a constant threat hanging over your head to force yourself to do these things and I think that video will do the trick nicely."

"What are you going to do with the Mariners video?" I asked.

"I'm going to post it on the internet since I don't need it anymore. I won't send it to your mom, though, although I can't guarantee that she might not learn about it eventually. You'll just have to hope that your friends and family don't surf those kinds of websites."




The Bad Cop Ch. 03



I'd just settled in and was sipping on my morning coffee when a shadow crossed my desk. I looked up and saw Tess Henderson, the owner of the advertising agency I worked for, standing over me. "Hi Laurie. I was wondering if you had a couple of minutes for a chat in my office."

"Um, sure Mrs. Henderson." Butterflies were flapping around in my stomach as I left my cubicle and followed her to her office. I'd been working as a bookkeeper at the agency for about six months and it was always office manager Ted Garnett who I'd interacted with before concerning my job and duties. I doubt Tess Henderson had said a dozen words to me since I started working here. I couldn't help but wonder what this was all about.

She closed the office door behind us and motioned for me to sit down in a chair next to her desk. As I walked across the office I saw a picture of her on the wall that must have been taken years ago when she was a younger woman. She was a real beauty in those days, I thought to myself. She was still very attractive but now had the slightly plastic, artificial look that was common of women in their late 40's who relied on the surgeon's knife to keep them looking young. 

Tess Henderson had started this agency with her husband about twelve years ago and had reportedly taken him to the cleaners in a nasty divorce. She was the sole owner now and the agency had been thriving under her leadership. According to my co-workers, she'd always been the brains of the marriage anyway so Mr. Henderson's absence was no great loss. 

I took a seat next to her desk. "Slide over here where you can see the computer. I have something I want to show you." I complied as she turned the monitor slightly in my direction. What on earth this could be about? 

Mrs. Henderson clicked on an icon on the desktop and a media software program opened. She expanded it to cover the whole screen and then clicked the Play button. The image was black for several seconds before the all-too-familiar video began flickering across her computer screen. I think all the blood drained out of my face as I realized what I was seeing: the video of me streaking the Mariners game! I glanced nervously at her and saw that she'd been watching my reaction.

"So that is you, isn't it?" she said. After seeing my reaction I knew there was no point in denying it so I just nodded. She turned back to the screen and watched as I scampered naked across the baseball field. "This is real then? You actually streaked a Mariners game?" 

"Yes," I muttered miserably. "Can I ask where you got this?" 

"A friend found it on the internet and e-mailed it to me. To say that I was surprised to see my shy, quiet little bookkeeper romping around a ballpark in all her glory is an understatement."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. I'd been worrying about something like this ever since Megan posted this damn thing on the internet. Now it looked like I was going to have to find another job. 

"Why did you do it?" she asked me.

I was about ready to tell her the lost bet story I'd made up, but before I even opened my mouth I realized how phony it would sound. I'm a terrible liar and even that nerdish girl in the high school had easily seen through my story after catching me naked in the hallway. What I really wanted to do was tell my boss that I was under the control of a perverted psycho bitch cop who was blackmailing me into doing this stuff. I didn't dare, though. "I don't know," I finally answered. "I guess I'm just an exhibitionist." 

She looked back at the screen just as the camera zoomed in on my orgasm. "Well you definitely look like you enjoyed it alright." I think I turned deep crimson at this. "Have you ever done anything else like this?" she asked. 

I was tempted to say no but I figured that if she didn't fire me today she might eventually find out about the high school. Things couldn't get much worse at this point anyway so I decided to be as honest as I could.

"Yes, one other time."

"What did you do?"

"I streaked a school."

"A school? What kind of school?"

"East Park High School."

"You were naked in a high school? When was this? Back when you were a student there?"

I shook my head. "A couple of weeks ago."

Mrs. Henderson's jaw nearly hit the desk. "How many people in the school saw you naked?"

"Pretty much everyone."

My boss leaned back in her chair and stared at me. "Well, you're definitely full of surprises, Laurie. I don't know you well but I never would have guessed this about you. In fact you're probably the last person in the office I would have suspected of doing this. You're always so quiet back there in your little corner."

"I guess you never know."

"I'm a pretty good judge of people and I'm not sure I believe you."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I believe you did those things. What I don't believe is that you did them on your own. Who else was involved in this?"

"Listen, Mrs. Henderson..."

"Call me Tess."

"Okay, Tess. I know you're going to fire me so why don't I just go and start cleaning out my desk."

"Who said I was going to fire you?"

"You're not?"

"I don't know yet. It depends on whether you tell me the truth or not."

"I have," I said.

"I don't think so. Not all of it anyway. Who's putting you up to this?"

God, how I wanted to tell her - to tell anyone - what Megan was doing to me. But Megan had warned me over and over what the consequences would be if I ever told anyone and I didn't dare. "No one is putting me up to this," I said. "I'm doing it on my own."


"Laurie, I know when someone isn't being completely honest with me and you're not. There's more to the story and I want to know it."

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll get in trouble. I just can't."

"So there is someone forcing you to do this. Who is it? A boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "I've said more than I should."

"Listen, I might be able to help. If you don't tell me what's really going on I'm afraid I will be forced to fire you."

"I don't think you can help," I told her.

"Don't underestimate me, Laurie."

Maybe she could help me, I thought. She's a rich woman with connections in this town so maybe she really could get me out of this mess. The conflicted feelings I'd been having about all this surfaced once again. I remembered the conversation I'd had with Megan in the park where she offered me a chance to get out. I still didn't know if she'd really been serious but the fact that I'd hesitated and didn't jump at the offer made me realize just how intense these newly discovered exhibitionist tendencies really were. Part of me wanted to keep doing these things while another part of me dreaded the thought of it. 

As I sat in Tess Henderson's office I knew that this might be an opportunity to escape from Megan's grip that might not come around again. I couldn't deny my strong exhibitionist tendencies anymore but maybe, just maybe, if I got away from Megan I could find a way to satisfy them under a more controlled setting. 

Before I knew it I was spilling out the whole story to Tess. I told her about my birthday party and how I'd been pulled over afterwards for drunk driving. I told her about Megan's offer to let me off the hook and how that turned out to be a whole lot more than I'd bargained for. I told her about being forced to streak the Mariners game and then the high school. I told her about all the confusing feelings I'd been having about all this. I even told her about being caught masturbating by the old woman. I told her everything. 

After I finished talking Tess sat quietly for a few moments thinking about everything that I'd told her. Then, without speaking, she got up and walked across the office and clicked the lock shut on the door and pulled the shades closed on the window overlooking the outer office. 

Tess returned to her chair and leaned in close. "So how does it feel being controlled by someone like that. Being forced to do those kinds of humiliating things?"

"I hate it," I said. 

"But don't you get turned on by it, too? I mean you had an orgasm at the game and another one on the walk to the school."

"I know. I can't help that. My body just reacts that way."

"But isn't it kind of exciting, too?" 

"Yeah. That's what's so weird about this. I hate being put into those situations but I also get very excited about it. I can't get it out of my mind for days afterwards and it gets me aroused whenever I think about it. Megan says I'm a submissive...someone who gets off on being dominated."

"Do you think she's right?"

"I don't know. I guess so. I know a part of me hates this and a part of me can't wait to be forced into doing it again."

Tess sat quietly for a few moments as if thinking something over. She finally spoke again. "I have a confession to make, Laurie. A friend didn't e-mail that video to me; I found it myself on a voyeur website that I belong to. You see, I tend to have exhibitionist tendencies myself, although they're mostly unsatisfied I'm afraid." As she revealed this I suddenly had a bad feeling about having just told her everything.

"I've often fantasized about what you're experiencing now - being forced to be naked in public places where no one else is nude," she continued. "Oh, I've been topless on beaches before but that's not the same thing. I even hinted to my ex-husband a few times that I wouldn't be offended if he forced me to play games involving public nudity, but that man was always as thick as a brick and never responded."

I couldn't believe what she was telling me. Instead of wanting to help me it sounded like she was getting off on my situation. My unease about telling her about Megan began to grow. 

"So anyway I've channeled my exhibitionist feelings into voyeurism these days," she said. "I'm fascinated by young, beautiful girls being exhibited nude in public. I can't believe that I've found one in my own office doing just that."

She leaned in closer. "Tell me, Laurie, what would you do right now to save your job? Would you be willing to strip for me right here in this office?"

Oh my God, how do I manage to attract these perverted women who want to dominate and humiliate me? Do I put out some kind of scent or something? Do I have a "Please Get Me Naked" tattoo on my forehead? A few months ago I didn't even know women with this type of fetish existed and now they're coming out of the woodwork to exploit my vulnerability and weakness! 

I got up and started walking toward the door determined to clean out my desk and get the hell out of here. The next words I heard stopped me in my tracks.

"Laurie, if you leave this office now I'll tell Officer Megan everything. What do you think she'll do to you for revealing her secret? Find some ultimate humiliation to put you through? Throw you in jail? Maybe both?" I took my hand off the doorknob.

"You don't know her last name," I responded lamely as I turned back to face her.

Tess laughed. "How many cops named Megan can there be in the Seattle area? If there's only one it'll take me five minutes to find her. If there's more than one it may take ten minutes."

"What do you want?" 

"The same things you want, Laurie: excitement, danger, arousal, humiliation."

"Then why don't YOU strip for ME?"

"I don't think so. My office, my rules."

"I could sue you for sexual harassment."

"You could but I don't think you will. I can be every bit as dangerous as your friend Megan. Besides, I think you want this."

"I wish you people would QUIT fucking telling me what I want when you do this to me! You're doing this for your OWN perverted pleasure, not mine!"

Tess just smiled. "You're probably right, but that doesn't change anything. So what's it going to be?"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "What exactly are you asking me to do?"

"I want you to take off your clothes, Laurie. Every stitch."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me again. Was I really going to submit to another dominating woman? Was I really going to allow myself to be used and abused like this? The familiar stirrings of sexual arousal started overtaking me and I knew the answer. I began unbuttoning my blouse. 

"Put it on the desk please," Tess said. I removed my blouse and did as she ordered. "What are you experiencing, Laurie?" she asked.

"I'm nervous."

"You're a little frightened?"

"Yes," I said as I began sliding my skirt down my hips. 

"Tell me why."

"I don't know what you have planned for me."

"Are you afraid I might touch you? Order you to have sex with me?"

"Yes."

"Don't be. I'm a voyeur, not a lesbian. I just want to watch."

"Watch what?" I placed the skirt on her desk and began peeling off my panty hose.

"I haven't decided yet. Are you afraid I might order you to walk out of the office naked?"

"Yes."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Nervous."

"Does it also make you aroused?"

"Yes." I placed my panty hose and shoes on her desk.

"Are you getting wet?"

"Yes." I stood before her now in nothing but bra and panties.

"Take it all off, Laurie." 

I removed my bra and placed it on the desk, then slipped out of my panties and put those in the pile on the desk as well. I stood before her naked now, shaking slightly. Tess opened a desk drawer and stuffed my clothes into it, then locked the drawer and put the key into her pocket.

"I've just locked up your clothes, Laurie. You're completely at my mercy now. How does that make you feel?"

"Scared."

"Is that why you're shaking?"

"Yes."

"Turn around for me." I obeyed. "Face me again." I turned back to face her.

"I love your body. No wonder Megan chose you." Her eyes roamed over every inch of my body. "Laurie, I want to see you come."

"P-please Mrs. Henderson..."

"Call me Tess. Do it for me, Laurie." 

I moved my left hand up to my right breast and began caressing my already hard right nipple. My right hand slid down my stomach and I gasped as it reached the moist area between my legs. I closed my eyes and tried to forget that my boss was sitting only a couple of feet away watching my every move. 

"Sit down in the chair and spread your legs. I want to see everything."

I sat in the chair next to her desk and did as I was told. As I rubbed my clit I began to moan. 

"Not too loud, Laurie. These walls aren't soundproof."

I did my best to stifle my sounds as the wave of arousal kept rising. I couldn't believe I was naked in my boss's office doing this! Knowing that my clothes were locked in her desk drawer and that I was completely at her mercy only intensified my feelings of arousal. What's wrong with me anyway? Why is this kind of thing such a turn on for me?

I closed my eyes again and began imagining the eyes of strangers staring at my naked body as I stood before them with nowhere to hide and nothing to cover myself with. In my mind I replayed the times when Megan had forced me into public exhibitionism and began rubbing my clit faster and faster as my left hand caressed my breasts. When the wave finally crested I arched my back and bit down on my lip to keep from rattling the windows. I slumped back into my seat as my breathing began to calm and opened my eyes. Tess had a hand inside her blouse caressing a breast while her other hand was out of sight beneath the desk. She smiled at me.

"How do you feel now, Laurie?"

"Embarrassed...humilitated," I said as I sat up in the chair and closed my legs, ashamed of what I'd just done and how much I got off on it.

"Have you had enough yet."

"Yes."

"Would you like your clothes back?"

"Yes."

Tess reached into her pocket for the key and unlocked the drawer holding my clothes. She pulled out my blouse and handed it to me, then shut the drawer and locked it again. She smiled at my look of confusion. 

"I'm afraid that's it for now, Laurie. I'd suggest you put it on because I'll be opening the door in about sixty seconds." 

I pulled the blouse on and buttoned it to the top then tugged at the bottom of it. It was a black top with white vertical pinstripes that matched my skirt and was designed to hang down only to where the skirt began. No amount of pulling or tugging on it would result in either my ass or pussy being covered and I was totally exposed from the waist down. She couldn't really expect me to wear this out of here, could she?

"Stand over by the door so you're hidden by it when it opens." I had no choice but to do as she ordered and Tess walked to the door and opened it, looking out into the office. "The coast is clear back to your desk, Laurie. Get going."

I couldn't believe what she was telling me. "Are you kidding me? You want me to go back to my desk like this?"

"No one will be able to see you from the waist down while you walk back there if you're careful. Get going. I'm not paying you to stand around."

I looked at her with pleading eyes but I could see she was absolutely serious about this. She wanted me to walk out of here like this! I tugged at the bottom of my blouse again to no avail and peeked nervously around the corner of the door. Everyone was currently at their desks and the cubicle walls would at least partially screen me. 

"How long will I have to stay like this?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure," she said. "I just want to see you squirm for awhile." God, she was as bad as Megan. "Now hurry along, Laurie, while you've got a good chance of getting back there unseen. That may change if you delay."

I hesitated for a moment before forcing myself to step out of her office. I made a left turn and stayed close to the wall as I began my walk toward my work area. There were twenty cubicles in the office but usually not more than about a dozen people in them at any one time since agency employees were often out of the office on sales calls or meetings with clients. The cubicle walls were about four feet high which meant it was possible to make my way around the perimeter of the office to my cubicle in the far rear corner without being seen from the waist down. My main risk of exposure came as I went by the pathways leading into the cubicle areas every six feet or so. If someone happened to be looking in my direction at that moment they'd be able to tell I had nothing on from the waist down. As I walked I tried to look as if nothing was wrong. 

"Hi, Laurie." I looked down over the cubicle wall I was passing and saw Danielle, one of the graphics artists for the firm, sitting at her desk. "What're you up to?" she asked.

"H-Hi Danielle. What do you mean?"

"Nothing. I was just making conversation. You seem kind of nervous."

"Oh, I just had a meeting with Mrs. Henderson. Meetings with the boss always make me nervous."

"Yeah, I hear you. Everything's alright I hope."

"Yeah, no problem. I'll talk to you later, Danielle."

"Okay. Bye."

I continued walking around the perimeter of the room until I finally reached my cubicle. I quickly sat down in the office chair and rolled my legs beneath the cubicle desk as far as I could. My barely-touched coffee was still sitting next to the monitor. It was probably cold now, but that's okay - I wouldn't need any caffeine to get my blood pumping this morning. My heart was pounding like a bass drum.

I tugged at my blouse again but it didn't reach all the way down to the chair cushion, leaving exposed flesh that could be seen through the arm rests. If anyone came back here it would be hard to hide the fact that I was naked from the waist down. Fortunately I was stuck in a corner of the office that got little traffic and my job didn't really require me to interact much with others in the office. That's probably why they stuck the bookkeeper's cubicle in an out-of-the-way spot in the rear corner of the office. 

The agency had an accounting firm handling major tasks like taxes and investments so I mainly concentrated on keeping track of things like daily receipts, office expenses, bank deposits, and expense account reports. It was all done electronically so there usually wasn't a reason for co-workers to come back here except to say hi. There'd been a lot of that when I first started working here but I'll admit that I've been more reclusive since I became Megan's naked little showgirl. I was always terrified that my co-workers might find out about my extra-curricular activities and it made me reluctant to get too close to them. The number of visits to my desk had steadily decreased over time – partly because of the distance I kept from co-workers and partly because business had picked up lately and everyone was pretty busy. I could often go for hours without talking to anyone or having anyone come back here and hopefully that would be the case today.




The Bad Cop Ch. 03



I was also lucky that the cubicles nearest mine weren't being used right now. One belonged to a woman who had quit a couple of weeks ago and hadn't been replaced yet, and the other was used by a sales rep who was rarely in the office. I might be able to get away with this for awhile but there was always a chance that someone would come back here and catch me like this. What would I tell them? 

Just as I was thinking that over I saw Jeff Hanson's head over the top of my cubicle wall heading my way. I quickly swiveled the chair to the right and slid in as close to the desk as I could. I pretended to be concentrating on an accounting spreadsheet I had open on my monitor as he stopped at the left side of my cubicle and peered over the top of the wall at me.

"Heya, Laurie. Wassup?"

"Hi, Jeff," I said, keeping the back of the chair tilted toward him. It must have looked strange to be working on my computer from such an awkward angle.

"I saw you were in the boss lady's office for quite awhile. What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing. We were just talking about getting the quarterly profit and loss statements ready."

"Ah, okay. That involves numbers and decimals and stuff, right? That's about all I know about accounting. I just saw that her office shades were closed and thought you might be in trouble or something."

"No, it's just that the glare from the sun was bothering us." Jeff turned to look out the office window and I realized that the sun was on the other side of the building this time of the morning. God, I'm such a lousy liar. 

"Um, okay. Hey we're going to Strivoli's for lunch. Are you interested?"

"Not today, Jeff. Thanks though."

"Okay," he said. "Are you mad at me or something? You're keeping your back to me and not even looking at me." 

"No, I'm not mad, Jeff. I'm just kind of busy here. I'm really sorry."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later I guess."

Jeff walked back toward his desk and I was alone again. God, that was close. It really must have seemed rude to keep my chair turned away from him, but what else could I do?

I tried to do some work in an effort to take my mind off my situation but it was a futile effort as I was unable to focus on anything but the fact that I was sitting half-naked in my office. I wasn't going to be very productive this morning but I doubt Tess was too concerned about that. I'd always considered this office a sanctuary from Megan's control because I didn't think she would risk forcing me to do anything crazy here at work, but now it seemed that nowhere was safe. I could be forced to strip nearly anywhere now and my list of tormentors had just doubled!

How long would Tess leave me here like this? All day? What was I going to do when I had to go to the bathroom? I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as the minutes ticked away until I finally saw Tess approaching my desk.

"How are we doing, Laurie?" she said with a smile.

"I don't know how WE are doing, but I'M doing lousy. I almost got caught by Jeff. He thinks I'm a jerk now for keeping my back turned to him. How long are you going to keep me half-naked like this?"

"Half-naked? Not much longer. I've got to leave the office for a few minutes."

"Thank God," I said.

"So you'll need to give me your blouse."

"What?" 

Tess pulled a chair from the empty adjacent cubicle and sat next to me with an expectant look on her face. She leaned in close and spoke in a lowered voice, not wanting to draw attention from the rest of the office any more than I did. "You heard me. Give me your blouse. I've got someone I need to meet in another part of the building for a few minutes."

My first thought was that she couldn't really mean this, but then I wondered why I would think that. Of course she meant it. People like Tess and Megan always mean it when they're telling me the humiliations they're about to put me through. They live for it.

I cursed myself for having told my boss about Megan. I'd promised myself that I wouldn't tell anyone about her because of the trouble it might cause me and here I'd gone and blurted out everything to the very first person who pressured me a little. I was as bad at keeping secrets as I was at telling lies.

"How long are you going to be gone?" I asked desperately.

"Hopefully it won't be more than 30 minutes if the meeting goes well. If not..." Her voice trailed off as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"And you expect me to just sit here naked all that time?"

"You don't have to sit, but your chances of not being seen will be a whole lot better if you don't go running around the office."

"There's no way that I'll be able to hide the fact that I'm totally nude if someone comes back here."

"I've made sure everyone in the office is busy right now. Besides you don't get many visitors back here."

"Jeff was here just a few minutes ago! What if someone else comes back here?"

"Well then you'll have some 'splainin' to do, won't you girl?"

"What in the hell am I supposed to tell them?"

"I have no idea what you could say," she laughed. "It would be awfully embarrassing, that's for sure. You will be discreet about our little relationship though, right?"

"Why should I?"

"Because if you're not I'll be forced to tell Officer Megan about what you've told me. Oh, and her last name is Danielson and her badge number is 34872. She wasn't hard to find." Tess leaned in closer. "I know this is kind of crazy, Laurie, but I've decided that if we're going to play this game we might as well go all the way."

"What's this 'we' bullshit?" I hissed at her. I was getting angry now at this latest blackmail attempt to force me into complying with outrageous demands. "I'm the only one playing the game. What risks are you taking?"

"I am taking risks here, Laurie. You don't think it would cause me problems to have a naked employee discovered in my office? I think I'll be almost as nervous as you are while I'm out of the office. I just about had a panic attack when I saw Jeff heading back here."

I laughed bitterly. "Well you should try putting yourself in my position if you want to feel real panic. In fact, I wish you would."

"Don't tell me that you don't get a kick out of this, too. You're on full high beam right now." I glanced down and could see that my nipples were noticeably pressing out the fabric of my blouse.

"So what? Do you think getting sexually aroused makes up for all the humiliation? What about my reputation? What's my family going to think of me when they find out about this stuff? What are my co-workers going to think about me if they catch me naked? You people don't give a damn about that stuff as long as you can get your rocks off vicariously. It's a real shame that you and Megan don't have the guts to live out your own fantasies and need me to do it for you."

An angry look flashed across Tess's face. "Laurie, you can have fun with this or you can fight it," she said in a firm voice. "It's your choice. I'd prefer that you had fun with it but either way this is going to happen. When I get back I'll give you your clothes back and we'll discuss the future, but right now I want your blouse."

I glared at her, but I knew she had me in a box. The only other thing I could do is walk out of the building half-naked. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and flung it onto the desk in front of her. Tess folded the garment and placed it into her briefcase, then pulled out a small digital camera. "Something to remember this by," she said as she snapped off several pictures of me sitting nude at my desk. She then replaced the camera in her briefcase and snapped it shut. "I won't be gone that long," she said as she rose to her feet. Her mood suddenly brightened again as she looked down on my nude body. "God, this is exciting, isn't it?" she said like a giddy schoolgirl. "I'm so glad I found that video." 

I watched helplessly as my boss walked away with the last of my clothing and disappeared through the exit into the hallway beyond. I found myself sitting very naked and very alone in my office in the middle of a work day.

Ten minutes had passed since Tess left the office with the last of my clothing and with each minute the intensity of being nude in my own office had only increased. One of the things that I'd discovered about myself since being forced into this new life of exhibitionism was that it was often the anticipation of being caught that was an even bigger turn on for me than actually being seen. 

Perhaps the most intense moments of my Mariners game streak had been when I was still fully clothed but was going mad with anticipation knowing the time was rapidly approaching when I'd have to remove all of my clothing right there in the crowded stands. It was my naked walk through the quiet residential neighborhood and sneaking through the empty hallways of the school that I remembered more vividly and intensely than all those eyes staring at my nude body after the bell rang. I guess it's the fear, excitement, and anticipation of knowing that, at any moment, I could be caught nude in a public place that was a bigger aphrodisiac for me than actually being seen. And right now that fear, excitement, and anticipation was driving me wild.

All my senses were at a heightened state, but since the cubicle walls limited my vision it was my sense of hearing that was the most acute. Sounds that I normally wouldn't have noticed before were amplified now: the whirring of the CPU fan; a cough from a nearby cubicle; the low murmur of a conversation between co-workers. Most of all, I listened for the sound of footsteps heading in my direction. 

As I squirmed nervously in my chair I couldn't keep my fingers from roaming across my bare skin. I knew I could easily bring myself to another orgasm despite having just done so in Tess's office, but the memory of being caught by the old woman on the walk to the school discouraged that thought. As bad as being caught naked in my office would be, being caught naked and masturbating would be infinitely worse. As much as I wanted to bring myself off I had to settle for the occasional caress of a breast and the feel of my hand tracing a circular pattern across my inner thigh.

The clock on my computer screen seemed to tick away in slow motion but after twenty-five minutes I began thinking I might just make it through this without being humiliated after all. Tess could return at any time now but, if anything, this made me even more nervous. After having made it this long, being caught near the end of the ordeal would somehow seem even more unfair. 

It was at that moment that I heard footsteps approaching. For a few seconds I hoped that it signaled Tess's return but then I realized that they were coming from my left rather than from the direction that Tess would have entered the office. I stretched my neck high enough to see a mop of brown hair over the top of the cubicle walls heading my direction. It was Jeff again!

I slid out of my seat and onto my knees, looking around desperately for a place to hide. There was only the space beneath my desk but that wouldn't keep me hidden. With nothing else to do, I quickly crawled on my hands and knees out of my cubicle and into the unoccupied adjacent cubicle on my right, hoping that Jeff wouldn't think of looking for me there. As I heard Jeff approach I remained motionless, still on my hands and knees with my butt pointing out toward the cubicle entrance. Not exactly a position I wanted to be caught in but I didn't dare move another inch.

"Laurie?" Jeff called out in a confused tone. Did he see me crawl into this cubicle or was he confused over the fact that I wasn't in my cubicle like he'd expected? Was he staring at me right now – naked and on my hands and knees - over the top of the cubicle wall? I didn't dare look up to see. If he found me like this I think I'd just die. Please, please go away, Jeff.

I held my breath until I finally heard the footsteps shuffle away. Thank God! Moments later I heard new footsteps approaching from the opposite direction and I remained frozen. Oh please, let this be Tess with my clothes! I nearly had a heart attack when I heard the male voice behind me. 

"Laurie?" Another confused male voice called out my name, but this time it wasn't Jeff's. I looked back over my shoulder at the man standing behind me. It was sales rep Bill Teller and this was his cubicle. I remembered thinking earlier how fortunate it was that he was rarely in the office. Well, he was here now and I was giving him the view of a lifetime.

I wheeled around on the carpet to face him, one arm going up to cover my breasts while covering my pussy with the other hand. Bill was staring down at me with a look of surprise and wonderment on his face, as if he'd just found a gold nugget in his box of crackerjacks. "Damn, I'm going to have to start coming into the office more often," he said with a leer. 

Another set of footsteps approached and I heard Jeff's voice again. "Hey Bill, you haven't seen Laurie have you?" 

"Oh yeah, I've seen her," he smirked. "I've seen all of her, in fact." 

Jeff's shocked face appeared above me. "Jesus, Laurie, what in the hell are you doing?"

Oh God, I can't believe this is happening to me again! What could I possibly say? I had no idea what to do or where to go, but I just knew I couldn't stay here. I got to my feet and bolted past the two men, tears streaming down my cheeks. Heads popped up above cubicle walls as I ran through the office toward the exit. I shoved the door open and ran through the hallway, past the elevator, and into the stairwell that descended nine stories to the building's exit. 

The tears flowed freely as I sat naked in the empty stairwell between the fifth and sixth floor of my office building. That's as far as I made it before I realized that I couldn't leave the building even if I wanted to – I had no clothes and my car keys were still in my purse in the office! All of the emotions that I'd been bottling up inside for so long came rushing to the surface and I cried like I hadn't cried in years. I didn't really care anymore if someone entered the stairwell and found me there. Everyone gets to see me naked anyway, so why not? I should just stop wearing clothes altogether. At least that would strip Megan and Tess of their power over me. They couldn't force me to take off what I wasn't wearing in the first place.

As I cried I thought about just how different my life had become. A year ago you couldn't have gotten me to the beach even in a one-piece bathing suit and now I was naked in a 12-story office building. And until just a few months ago only one person had ever seen me naked as an adult. How many was it now? Tens of thousands? I didn't even want to think about how many people had seen that streaking video on the internet. If my boss found it, how long would it be before my family finds out about it? 

I thought about my old life and wondered whether I would, if given the chance, go back to being that shy, self-conscious fatty if it meant that no one would ever want to force me to get naked in public. Even as crazy as my life is now I don't think I'd want to trade it for my old life. But why couldn't there be some middle ground? Why did it have to be a choice between being fat and ignored or a slim, naked little puppet? Why couldn't I just be an attractive woman with a normal life instead of being preyed upon by perverts like Tess and Megan?

The sobs began to subside as I finally cried myself out. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and tried to clear my mind. There was nothing left for me now but to confront my situation and deal with it. 

I just couldn't bear the thought of facing my co-workers again – especially still in the nude! – but my keys were in my purse and my purse was on my desk. I had no choice but to go back up there and get it. My mom had always told me that a person could only avoid unpleasant realities for so long before it was best to just face them head on. Somehow I doubt she ever imagined this particular unpleasant reality, though. At least maybe Tess would be back now with my clothes and I might be spared the humiliation of walking out of the building naked. 

It took me a couple of minutes to work up the courage to get moving, but I finally convinced myself that this wasn't going to get any easier the longer I waited. I wiped the last of the tears from my eyes and began slowly climbing the stairs.

After reaching the ninth floor landing I pushed the door open slightly and poked my head into the corridor. The hallway leading back to the office entrance was empty and I stepped through the door and began walking quickly. I was determined now to get this over with as quickly as possible and I only paused momentarily to take a deep breath before I opened the door and stepped back into the advertising agency where I worked. 

Everyone in the office was standing together talking – undoubtedly about me – and their heads swiveled in my direction as I entered. My face burned with embarrassment as I walked around the perimeter of the office to my cubicle. When I reached my desk the purse was nowhere to be found! I desperately searched through the drawers and beneath the desk but it was gone. Now what?

"Hey, Laurie." I tried to cover myself as best I could as I turned to see Jeff standing behind me. 

"Where's my purse, Jeff? Did you guys hide it? Ha ha, funny joke."

"We gave it to Mrs. Henderson. We didn't know if you were coming back or not."

"Is she back in her office?"

"Yeah, she told us to make sure you came to her office if you returned."

"I bet you guys all think I'm nuts, huh?"

"We're all supportive of you, Laurie. Mrs. Henderson told us you had some 'issues' that you needed to work out."

"Issues? What issues?" I asked. The only issues I needed to work out were named Tess and Megan.

"You'd better go talk to Mrs. Henderson," Jeff said. "But you don't have to worry about being fired. I talked her out of it."

I laughed bitterly when I heard this. I'll bet that didn't take a lot of arm twisting, I thought. She probably wouldn't let me quit if I wanted to - and I do. Jeff's a nice guy though, and I didn't want to be any ruder to him than I already had today. "Thanks Jeff," I said. "I appreciate it."

I began walking toward Tess's office fully aware that all eyes were on me. It's impossible to describe just how bizarre and surreal it feels to be walking nude through your place of employment. The only thing weirder would be to be naked in school. But, oh wait, I'd been forced to do that too, hadn't I? What's next? Naked in church?

I knocked on Tess's office door and stuck my head inside. She was sitting behind her desk and waved me in. I shut the door behind me, walked across the office and stood in front of her desk glowering down at her. She just burst out laughing. 

"God, that didn't go well, did it?" Tess said. "What happened?"

"What the hell do you think happened? Some psycho bitch left me naked out there!"

"Well this 'psycho bitch' didn't expect my little bookkeeper to end up on all fours in Bill Teller's cubicle. You just made his life," she laughed.

"I'm glad you think this is so funny." 

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect Bill in until later today or I wouldn't have left you there naked. He'll probably be worthless to me now as a sales rep since I doubt I'll ever get him out of his cubicle and into the field again. He wants me to make you work in the nude all the time."

"You'd love to, I bet."

"Oh, I would, but that's not going to happen. The legal issues alone would scuttle that idea, not to mention the loss of productivity in the office. I think we'll need to treat this as an aberration by a young woman with personal issues to deal with."

"Yeah? So what the hell did you tell everyone anyway?"




The Bad Cop Ch. 03



"Just that I'd discovered your streaking video and confronted you about it. You thought you were probably going to be fired so you must have decided to indulge in another exhibitionist fantasy – being naked at work – before you left." 

"You told them that? God, you made me sound like a total nut!"

"Well, don't worry. I let Jeff talk me out of firing you. He's such an earnest young man."

"I'm going to quit anyway. There's no way in hell I can keep working here."

"You're not going anywhere, Laurie. Bookkeepers are a dime a dozen but you've become much too valuable for me to let go."

"I thought you said you weren't going to be able to force me to get naked anymore?"

Tess shook her head. "Just here at work. I can think of lots of other places to show you off, though, and I want to keep you close where I can keep an eye on you."

"No way!" I said, determined to make stand. "One of you people controlling my life is enough. I'm not going to allow another one to do it."

"Have you forgotten about what will happen if I tell Megan that you've told me everything?"

"Go ahead and tell her," I said. "I don't care anymore."

Without a word Tess pulled a slip of paper out of her desk drawer and started dialing a number. She turned on the speaker phone and I heard a phone ringing on the other end. She's bluffing, I thought. If she tells Megan she loses any control over me she thinks she has. A woman's voice came on the line. "Megan Danielson." I think all the blood drained out of my face as I heard Megan's familiar voice. I began desperately shaking my head at Tess and silently pleading to her with my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I think I dialed a wrong number," Tess said and clicked the line dead. She smiled at me for a few moments, then silently unlocked her desk drawer and placed my clothes on the desk. 

"Take the rest of the week off, Laurie. Try and relax and get your head back together. I'll expect you back in here first thing on Monday morning."



The Bad Cop



"There's a Mariners game tonight," Dave answered. "They're playing the Boston Red Sox. Should be a big crowd."

Up ahead in the distance I could see Seattle's two major sports stadiums side-by-side - Qwest Field, the home of the NFL's Seattle Seahawks, and Safeco Field, where the Seattle Mariners played major league baseball. As we approached Safeco, Megan turned onto the street that ran past the entrance gates and then stopped in the heavy traffic in front of it. Dave opened the door and jumped out. 

"I'll go get the Boston boys settled in. I'll see you soon." He looked back at me. "And we'll see you soon too, Laurie," he said with a grin as he slammed the door and headed towards one of the gates. By now, as you can guess, I was about ready to jump out of my very naked skin. 

"What's going on, Megan?" 

"Well, right now we're going to find a parking spot." 

"No, I mean where in the hell are you expecting me to streak?"

"We'll talk about that in just a minute, dear. Be patient or I'll let you out here to walk along side the car to our parking spot."

My panic was rising rapidly as Megan snaked her way through traffic and pulled into the entrance of a nearby parking lot. I tried to burrow down as deeply into the seat as I dared as she rolled down her window and handed a $10 bill to the parking lot attendant. Amazingly the guy didn't see me in the back seat as we pulled into the lot. Megan backed into a parking spot at the rear of the lot and turned off the engine. I watched as she climbed out the front door and then walked around and opened the rear door opposite mine and scooted in next to me.

"Okay, I think it's time to tell you the plan," she said.

"Megan, what are we doing here? Where in the hell are you expecting me to streak?"

"Where do you think?"

"Here?"

"No, silly. In the ballpark of course."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You mean you guys have a private suite or something in there?"

"No, hon, we're just poor cops. We can't afford luxury suites. We'll be sitting in the stands."

By then my heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode from my chest. "Y-you expect me to streak in the stands?"

"No, dear. We expect you to streak on the field." 

"What?!" I exploded. "I didn't agree to that! You said I'd be streaking a private party for some cops, not in front of 30,000 people!"

"Actually they're expecting more than 45,000 tonight. And I never said anything about the party being private. Our friends from Boston are big Red Sox fans and we'll be partying with them in the stands. We thought we'd throw in a little surprise for them."

"No fucking way! I didn't agree to anything like this!"

"YES YOU DID!" she screamed and I was taken back by her sudden anger. "And you're NOT going to back out now. Trust me, girl, I'm the last person you want to fuck with!"

I could barely breathe. "No, Megan, please. I can't do this. This is too much. Take me in for drunk driving if you want but I just can't do this."

Megan's voice became measured and firm now. "I can't very well take you in now for drunk driving when you're not drunk and not driving can I? No, you agreed to do this and you're damn sure going to do it. There are going to be half a dozen cops sitting with me in the stands and by God I'll make sure every one of them makes your life a living hell if you don't. Not only will I lock you out of this car naked right here and now but the next time you get pulled over you won't be busted for just a DUI."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I might just find some drugs in your car."

I gasped as the full impact of the situation I was in hit me. I really thought I was going to be ill and began to hyperventilate. Megan sat quietly for a minute waiting for me to calm down. Finally she spoke again in a softer voice. "Listen Laurie it won't be that bad. It'll be over in a minute or two and then I'll never bother you again."

"But won't I get arrested?"

"Of course. There's nothing we can do to prevent that, but it'll only be a slap on the wrist. You'll probably just be charged with misdemeanor trespassing and indecent exposure. It won't be more than a few hundred dollar fine and I'll even pay that for you. If you do good I may even try to pull some strings and get the charges dropped. I've got a lot of friends in the DA's office. At worst you're exchanging a DUI for a couple of minor charges."

"But it's going to be humiliating!"

"Yeah, it probably will be. But why not have fun with it? I can tell you're a little turned on by the idea."

I leaned back against the door desperately thinking about how I could get out of this, but I knew I was trapped. That, of course, had been her plan all along. She had deliberately withheld the true nature of what I'd be doing knowing I might prefer to be arrested for drunk driving instead. She then forced me to get naked for the trip into town leaving me with no easy way out without being humiliated anyway. If I refused now she could simply leave me stranded naked in downtown Seattle. Even if I managed to get out of here somehow I was still faced with the prospect of having a vengeful dirty cop out to get me. My head began spinning as I came to the realization that I might actually have to go through with what she wanted, as unimaginable as that seemed. I looked down at my nude body. "I..I can't just walk in there like this can I?" 

Megan smiled, knowing she had won. "Of course not." She reached behind the seat and pulled out a small duffel bag removing a pair of cloth shorts and a Mariners t-shirt. "Put these on and we'll head for the game."

It was about three blocks to the stadium but I barely remembered making the walk. I think I was in a state of shock. If the crowd outside the ballpark was any indication the stadium was going to be packed. And they were all going to see me naked.

INTO THE STADIUM

Megan handed me a ticket as we passed through the gate and headed up a nearby escalator. "That's a prime ticket, girl. You're going to be in the front row." I could tell the sadistic bitch was getting a big kick out of this. As we walked through the crowded concession area I could see the baseball diamond below us and almost felt sick again knowing I would soon be running naked on it. Megan pointed at the aisle I was to go down. "Your seat is in the front row right next to the field near the Red Sox dugout." She pulled me aside and lowered her voice to make sure no one around us could hear. 

"Okay, here's the plan, Laurie. Go down to your seat and enjoy the game for awhile. You won't be doing your thing until after the crowd sings "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" during the seventh inning stretch. There are security people surrounding the field between innings so make sure you wait until after the action starts again. I want to make sure everyone is in their seats and looking at the field anyway," she laughed. "You can do it anytime during the bottom of the seventh but make sure you're on the field naked before the final out."

She looked around again to make sure no one was listening in.  "Once you start stripping you'll need to do it fast and get moving. You can't hesitate or you'll be caught. And I don't want to see you running around the edge of the field either. It will be too hard for a lot of people in the stands to see you. I want you running straight out towards centerfield." 

She looked down at my feet. "I've been going back and forth about whether to let you wear your shoes. You'd be able to run better but I like the idea of you being totally naked. Leave the shoes behind, too."

I listened numbly not believing this was really happening to me. I began wishing that I was still that fat girl from a year ago. I seriously doubted that Megan or anyone else would have asked me to run around naked back then.

"And I don't want to see you trying to cover up either," she continued. "Give the crowd a good show. And if you get caught before you make it onto the field you'll still owe me a streak and I'll make damn sure the next one is even worse. If you don't try at all...well, you know what's going to happen."

"Now I'll be sitting with my friends in the next section over. It'll be close enough that I'll be able to keep an eye on you so don't even think about trying to sneak out." She looked down on the field and then back at me. "Give me a good minute or two out there before you're caught by security and we'll call it square. Any less than that and I may need to get you naked again somewhere else." With that she slapped me on the butt. "Don't let me down girl."

THE GAME

I settled into my seat just as the Mariners ran onto the field to begin the game. I was right in the front row next to the aisle about thirty feet or so from the third base bag. To my right I could see the Red Sox players milling in their dugout about twenty feet away and between the dugout and my seat was a spot reserved for professional photographers. Four of them were there with expensive camera gear set up to photograph the game. Just fucking great, I thought.

Mark had been a big Mariners fan so I'd been to the ballpark with him a few times before, but we'd always sat much higher in the stands in the nosebleed sections. It would've been fun to sit this close to the field under different circumstances but tonight I knew I wouldn't be enjoying it. I looked up at the sky and saw that the retractable roof was open without a cloud in sight in the evening sky. No chance of a rainout, I thought miserably.

I heard the crowd cheer as pitcher Jamie Moyer threw a strike to start the game. The stadium was definitely packed. The Mariners were having a bad season but the Red Sox were a big enough draw to bring out a full house tonight. I began to look at the route Megan had ordered me to take and saw it would be easy to jump onto the field from where I was sitting. She had obviously planned this well. The hard part would be stripping off my clothes and getting started and I had no idea if I'd really be able to go through with it when the time came. I'm not sure what I feared more, being able to do it or not being able to do it. I couldn't bear the thought of the consequences of either choice. 

The crack of the bat interrupted my thoughts as I saw the ball being driven deep into left field and over the fence. There was a mixture of groans and cheers as a surprising number of Red Sox fans in the crowd stood to cheer as Manny Ramirez circled the bases. 1-0 Boston. I looked around to see if I could spot Megan and her buddies and found them about 30 rows back in the next section over. Next to Megan and Dave were a couple of guys in Red Sox jerseys. Must be the Boston boys, I thought. Enjoy the show you bastards. Megan spotted me looking her direction and gave me a wink.

The inning ended and I watched as the security people came out onto the edge of the field. There were two security people on the third base side and two more on the other side of the field and they didn't look like a terribly formidable bunch. They were dressed in the same shirts as the ushers and two of them were women - one of them middle-aged. It looked like their presence was mainly a formality rather than actual security meant to discourage people from running onto the field. In addition to the four security people there were two uniformed cops - one stationed in each dugout. The cop nearest to me took up a position in front of the Red Sox dugout about twenty feet away from where I was sitting and he didn't look like he would win any sprinting medals either. As Ichiro Suzuki stepped up to the plate to begin the bottom of the first inning the cop stepped back into the Boston dugout and the security people all disappeared into seats well away from where I was sitting. By the looks of the "security" I'd be halfway out to centerfield before anyone even reacted. 

I knew now that there was really nothing to prevent me from taking off my clothes and running across the field if that's what had to happen. As much as I wanted to just flip Megan off and leave the ballpark right now I knew in my gut that she wouldn't hesitate to follow through on her threats. For a moment I contemplated just going home, packing up my stuff and moving to someplace far away. But this was where all my friends and family were. This was my home. I'd never wanted to live anywhere else. It was at this moment that I knew that I had to do it...I had to run naked on the field in front of 45,000 people. This realization sent a fresh wave of nervous energy through my body mixed with undeniable feelings of arousal. I could feel myself getting wet and out of the corner of my eye I caught the guy sitting next to me looking down at my breasts before quickly glancing away. I looked down and could see that my hard nipples were noticeably pushing out the thin cloth of the t-shirt I'd been given to wear. I tried to relax but as each pitch led me closer to my destiny my feelings of anxiety and arousal only increased.

By the end of the third inning a new urge came over me – the need to pee. I could feel eyes on me as I made my way up the aisle knowing I was still on high beam and obviously wearing nothing beneath this thin Mariners t-shirt. As I made my way through the concourse area toward the restroom the urge to sprint for the exit was almost irresistible, but somehow I managed to stay on course. After relieving myself I quickly washed my hands and splashed some water on my face in the vain hope it would help relax me. I could see the woman next to me looking disapprovingly at my outfit and for the first time I saw just how tightly the shorts and shirt clinged to my body. I would have been embarrassed to death just wearing this to the game if I hadn't been so thankful to be wearing any clothes at all and so focused on the ultimate humiliation ahead of me. As I walked out of the restroom into the concourse Megan was waiting for me.

"Feeling better?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any thoughts of bolting for the exit." 

"I wasn't. I just had to go to the bathroom."

"That's fine. Now back to your seat. This should hold you until the seventh inning."

"Megan, isn't there anything else I can do besides this? I'm so scared and nervous I feel like I'm going to be sick." 

"Nope. This is what you're going to do." She looked down at my breasts. "It looks like you're a lot more than just scared and nervous, girl. You're as horny as hell too aren't you?"

"I can't help this Megan. I hate it."

She laughed. "It looks like we've found a submissive streak in you. It's too bad I've promised to let you go after this. I could have some real fun with you."

"Megan you promised! If I do this you've got to leave me alone."

"Oh, I will, as long as I don't catch you driving shitfaced again anyway. If that happens all bets are off. Now back to your seat. Don't disappoint me, little girl."

TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME

I watched Raul Ibanez settle under the fly ball in left field to end the inning. The Mariners had tied the game 3-3 the previous inning but by that point I was pretty much oblivious to what was happening on the field. The top of the seventh had just ended and the mixture of panic, fear, anxiety and arousal pulsing through me was almost indescribable. Ever since I'd made the decision earlier that I was going to have to do what Megan wanted I'd felt like someone stranded on a boat that had reached the point of no return and was being swept helplessly downstream towards Niagara Falls. 

The moment I'd been dreading for the past couple of hours had arrived. Over the PA system the announcer said: "Ladies and gentleman please rise to your feet for the seventh inning stretch and join us in singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame!" I rose with the rest of the crowd but my legs felt as wobbly as a newborn calf's and I wondered for a moment if I'd even be able to run when the time came. I looked back in the stands and saw Megan glaring at me with a "don't you dare fuck with me" look. As the song came to an end most of the crowd remained on their feet as "Louie, Louie" came blaring through the speakers. I slumped down onto my seat and used my toes to slide off first one shoe and then the other. I looked around nervously as if this act would somehow give away what I was about to do. The rest of the crowd settled into their seats as security walked off of the field and the two cops wandered back into their respective dugouts.  Ichiro was leading off the inning and he stepped up to the plate. 

For the past couple of innings I'd been contemplating on what order to strip off my clothes when this unthinkable moment arrived. Should I take my shirt off first and then the shorts or would it be less conspicuous to take my shorts off first? I'd finally decided to start with the shorts but now that the time had come I felt paralyzed. I was unable to move as Ichiro swung at and missed the first pitch. Strike one.

The idea of removing my clothes in this crowd seemed too much for my brain to wrap itself around. It was so contrary to my previous life as a shy, self-conscious fatty that there was no frame of reference to attach it to. It was as if I'd been transported through time from a previous century and been told to drive the first car I'd ever seen. The pitcher fired the second pitch and Ichiro watched it go by. Strike two. 

As I sat their immobilized I began to despair at the thought that I might have to incur Megan's wrath.  At that moment Ichiro fouled the third pitch high up into the air and it drifted in the night sky toward my seat. The crowd around me rose to its feet at the chance to snag a foul ball and I quickly slid my shorts around my butt, down my legs and over my feet; then shoved them under the seat and pulled the t-shirt down as far as I could. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed but all eyes were riveted on the foul ball as the Red Sox third baseman drifted over to catch it only a few feet from where I was sitting. 

One out, but now I was just a t-shirt away from being naked. The sensation of my bare ass on the hard plastic seat stirred another wave of arousal as I tugged the shirt down with both hands hoping no one would notice that I no longer had any shorts on. I watched as Randy Wynn, the next Mariners' batter, strolled up to the batter's box and promptly slapped the very first pitch at the second baseman who scooped it up and easily threw him out at first.

"That was too fast!" I wanted to scream. Two outs. Only one out left and if I didn't run out onto the field before the inning was over I knew Megan would use that as an excuse to continue harassing me. As Bret Boone stepped up to the plate I knew I couldn't wait any longer--Boone could potentially go out on the very first pitch just like Wynn had done. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer, then pulled the shirt over my head and let it drop to the ground. Heads swiveled in my direction and I could see the startled looks of those around me. I hesitated for a moment in my seat but I knew I couldn't delay. I was committed now and had no choice but to get moving. I stood up, put my foot on the rail and jumped onto the field as naked as the day I was born.

THE STREAK

I stumbled briefly as I landed on the grass but gathered myself and began running past the third baseman towards centerfield. I couldn't believe I was doing this! I was really naked in front of 45,000 people! I heard the crowd roar and for a second I thought that Boone had hit the ball. I looked back quickly toward home plate and saw that the game had stopped and the players were all looking my direction. I was the reason for the crowd's reaction. 

My breasts were bouncing uncomfortably as I ran and I held them briefly with my hands but then remembered Megan's warning not to cover myself and let them drop to my side again. I looked back over my shoulder and saw my jump on security wasn't as good as I'd hoped and the cop from the Red Sox dugout was already starting to close in on me. To my right I could see three more security people and the other uniformed cop running toward me from the first base side of the field. Since I'd already humiliated myself beyond belief I decided that I was going to evade them as long as possible. I wasn't going to give Megan any excuses to continue harassing me. 




The Bad Cop



It's impossible to describe the feeling of suddenly being thrust out into the open as the nude object of attention of a stadium full of people. All of the nervousness and anxiety I'd been experiencing leading up to this moment suddenly transformed into a surge of adrenaline. I guess it's probably like the rush a skydiver feels the first time he or she exits the relative safety of the airplane for a free fall through the atmosphere. Any worries about having the strength to run were unfounded as I sprinted easily through the outfield, the perfectly manicured grass providing a soft cushion for my bare feet. 

I was approaching the Red Sox centerfielder now and he showed no sign of wanting to interfere with my progress as a grin spread across his face and his eyes pored over my body. By now I was sure my entire body was deep crimson with embarrassment and I managed a weak smile as I ran past. I hadn't really thought about what my path would be after reaching centerfield so now I was just winging it. It didn't look like I'd be running unimpeded for much longer anyway. The security people coming from my right were closing in on me and I guessed that the cop behind me wasn't far back either. I could hear his heavy breathing behind me and felt a hand grasp my left shoulder just as the cop from the Mariners dugout closed in from my right and made a lunge towards me. Instinctively I cut to my right at that moment and heard the two cops go sprawling as they collided with each other. I then dodged the grasp of a security guard on my left as another one on my right dove at me and stumbled headfirst onto the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers as I burst into the open again like a broken field runner heading for a touchdown.

By now I'd decided that I'd put on more than enough of a show to please Megan. I wanted to get the hell out of here, but there was nowhere to go! The only obvious way off the field was to jump back over the short infield fence and run into the crowded stands, but that was the last place I wanted to be. I saw the answer as I sprinted back towards the infield – the Mariners dugout. I knew these dugouts had doors that led back into the clubhouse beneath the stands and I decided that would be my goal. I had no illusions about evading security once there; I just wanted to get off of this field and out of sight. 

I glanced quickly over my shoulder and saw I had enough of a spread on my pursuers to make it. The only thing between me and the dugout now were the Red Sox infielders and none of them showed any signs of wanting to stop me. I put my head down now in order to avoid the stare of all those eyes as I approached the stands again and watched as my bare feet pounded the turf in front of me. I stayed on the outfield grass just beyond the infield dirt as I passed by the first baseman. Only a few more seconds and I'd be in the dugout and out of sight of the crowd. I was going to make it. 

Just then I felt an arm reach across my stomach and grab my right hip, spinning me around. I stumbled backward for a couple of steps and then fell hard onto my butt in the grass between the first base line and the dugout. I sat there stunned for a moment and then looked up at the person who had prevented me from reaching my goal. It was the first base umpire. He jerked his thumb up into the air. "You're out!" 

THE LONG WALK

As I sat in the grass gasping for breath the security guards ran up and surrounded me, breathing heavily themselves from the chase. I caught one of the guys staring down between my legs at my pussy and I quickly slammed my knees together. I could see the perspiration on my bare skin glistening beneath the glare of the stadium lights. I was expecting someone to throw a jacket or something over me but then it occurred to me that none of them was wearing a jacket. It was too warm a night. 

In the background I could see the two cops jogging towards me after having recovered from their centerfield collision and neither of them looking happy about having been made to look like Keystone Kops in front of this large crowd. The security guards parted to let them in and I saw the cop who'd been stationed near my seat say something into the radio attached to his uniform collar, then motion with his head to one of the security people. "Get her on her feet," he said. A couple of hands grabbed my arms and hoisted me to my feet. "Turn around," he ordered. I turned away from him as told and gasped as he roughly pulled my arms behind my back. For the second time in a week I felt cold metal handcuffs snap onto my wrists. 

"At least you won't need to frisk her," one of the security guards said and several others laughed. 

"You guys get back to your posts and make sure no one else tries anything," the cop said. "The two of us will take her inside," he said, motioning to the other cop. 

"Shouldn't we put something on her?" one of the female security guards said.

"Screw her," he growled. "If she wants to show off we'll let her show off." 

The security guards began walking away leaving an unobstructed view now for those sitting in the stands just twenty feet away as I faced them handcuffed and nude. Cameras flashed as hoots and whistles rang in my ears. To my right the Mariners players were lining the edge of the dugout, obviously enjoying the show. If it was possible to die of shame I probably would've keeled over right then and there. 

I'd been expecting the cops to take me through the dugout and into the clubhouse but instead they each grabbed an elbow, spun me to the left and started walking me out towards the outfield. In the distance I could see a section of the centerfield fence opening up exposing a corridor that led beneath the outfield stands. After thinking my nightmare was almost over I realized that it had just increased tenfold. They were planning on marching me nude and handcuffed through the outfield to this exit. 

While I'd been running my energy and attention had been diverted somewhat from my nudity and embarrassment by my focus on eluding my pursuers. Now as I walked through the outfield grass I was overwhelmed by feelings of helplessness, shame, and vulnerability. Worst of all, these feelings were causing an intense sexual arousal in me that began coursing through my body in waves. My breathing was getting heavier and it wasn't being caused now by exertion. I did all I could to suppress these feelings but they kept building until I knew there was no stopping what was about to happen. I closed my eyes and my head tilted back as my entire body began to shutter. A loud guttural moan escaped from my lips. 

My humiliation was now complete. I'd just had the most intense orgasm of my life in front of 45,000 people. 

Whatever adrenaline and energy I'd felt before was now spent and my knees buckled beneath me. I would have fallen to the ground if the two cops hadn't been holding me up by my elbows. 

"Jesus," I heard one of them say. "I think she just came." 

"Yeah," the other one laughed. "Hard." 

By now I just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. I put my head down and shook my hair across my face in an attempt to gain the only small measure of modesty and anonymity I could manage at the moment. I barely noticed as I passed through the outfield fence and into the corridor beyond.



A CONSPIRACY REVEALED

If I'd thought my ordeal was going to be over once I'd exited the field I was wrong. After being led to the stadium's security office I was forced to stand nude and handcuffed while it seemed like every team and stadium employee in the building stopped by to get a look at the naked girl they'd just hauled off the field. The two cops, obviously still pissed about having been made to look like fools in front of the large crowd, were in no mood to do me any favors and rebuffed any offers to cover me. It wasn't until the stadium's chief of security finally arrived that he ordered someone to cover me up and a large Mariners beach towel was wrapped around me. I was plunked down in a chair in front of his desk still handcuffed while he kicked everyone but the two cops out of the office. The towel covered me from my breasts down to about mid-thigh and while sitting there being questioned I had to keep my legs closed to prevent giving him a Sharon Stone-like flash. 

I knew better than to say anything about Megan so I made up a story about losing a bet. He obviously didn't believe my story but soon lost interest after seeing he wasn't going to get anything else out of me. I was taken to another office to have my picture taken and told I was permanently banned from the stadium. That was fine with me; I couldn't imagine wanting to show my face – or anything else – there ever again.

When they were finished with me the older of the two cops – the guy I'd nicknamed "Stache" in my head for the thick salt-and-pepper moustache he wore – grabbed me by the arm and walked me out to the parking lot where his car was parked. After reaching the car he opened up the trunk and, without a word, pulled the Mariners towel off my body and threw it in the trunk. "My kid wants one of these," he said with a smirk and then opened the rear door and placed me into the backseat, still handcuffed and nude once again. 

We pulled out of the parking lot into heavy traffic – the game had apparently ended by then – and he didn't appear to be in any hurry to get through it leaving his flashing lights turned off. As I watched the crowds along the sidewalk outside the stadium I blushed knowing that every one of those people had seen me naked. By now I figured this cop intended to take me into the station naked as well and I wondered if this terrible night would ever end. 

As traffic ground to a stop I could see him eyeing me in the rearview mirror. "You were smart not to say anything about Megan," he said.

I sighed. "God, was every cop in the city in on this?" 

He laughed and shook his head. "Naw, just a few of us. The other cop on the field didn't know anything about it. I was supposed to catch you in centerfield and hustle you out of the outfield exit. But then you had to make like Barry Sanders out there so by the time I caught up with you I figured you'd earned a nice leisurely little stroll across the field. By the sounds of things you enjoyed it, too. I haven't heard an orgasm like that in quite awhile."

"I bet you haven't," I shot back.

"Careful now, sweetheart. You're not in any position here to be a smart ass." He inched along in traffic for a few feet before it halted again. "You know I was in the bar that night. You don't remember seeing me, do you?"

"Which bar?"

"The bar where you were celebrating your birthday." I looked at his face again but it didn't ring a bell. "That's okay," he said. "It was pretty crowded. That's why I was there. We knew it was a target rich environment for finding drunk young hotties."

I tried to process what he was telling me. "You mean you were scouting for someone to trap into doing this?"

"Yep. Megan wanted a sweet, innocent looking girl-next-door type. I picked you out of the crowd right away. Of course I had a couple of other girls I was also keeping an eye on in case you didn't drink enough to fail a roadside sobriety test or if you took a taxi home. But you were my first choice and fortunately for us you obliged by jumping into your car when you left the bar. You were marked from the second you pulled out of the bar parking lot."

I silently cursed myself for having made such a dumb mistake that night. These cops were sleazebags for trapping me into doing this but I also had myself to blame for the consequences of my actions. The cop cranked the wheel to the right and pulled into what I recognized as the same parking lot that Megan had parked in earlier. "Where are we going?" I asked. 

"You'll see." 

"The last time I heard that I ended up naked in Safeco Field."

He smirked as he pulled up alongside Megan's SUV. Standing next to it was Megan. 

THE DRIVE HOME

I found myself riding naked once again in Megan's car but this time she'd placed me in the front seat, my hands still pinned behind my back by the handcuffs. We rode silently through the busy streets before picking up speed as we entered the I-90 freeway. I finally broke the silence. 

"Are you taking me to the police station?" 

Megan shook her head. "I'm taking you back to your car. I think you've had enough excitement for one night, don't you?" A wave of relief washed over me. She turned to me as a broad smile spread across her face. "God, that was awesome, Laurie. You were great! You've got to tell me what it was like!"

"It was horrible," I said. "I hated it."

"Really?" she said with a crooked grin. "I heard you came like a racehorse out there."

"I couldn't help it. It was humiliating."

She laughed. "I was right wasn't I? You do have a submissive streak in you. You really got off on being forced to exhibit yourself like that. I bet you didn't know that about yourself, did you?" 

"No, and I didn't want to know about that. I don't ever want to do anything like this ever again."

"Yeah?" she said. "I bet you'll replay tonight in your mind over and over again and get horny every time you do. At some point you'll want to experience those intense feelings again. In fact I can tell you're getting excited right now just talking about it."

I wanted to tell Megan to go fuck herself but I knew she was right, at least about getting excited again. I knew my body was displaying the telltale signs of arousal. 

She continued without waiting for me to respond. "You have such a sweet, innocent face I bet no one ever suspected this side of you before. And your body is just perfect for this kind of thing...firm where it should be firm and round and soft where it should be."

"I used to be fat," I blurted out, not knowing why I was sharing this with her. 

"Really? I guess I can kind of tell. It's not that you look fat now or anything. You look great. It's just that you have curves, not like some of the scrawny, anorexic girls I've seen. God, I wish you could have seen how you bounced and jiggled out there on the field," she laughed. 

Even though I'd been nude in front of her for much of the day I was still embarrassed to hear her talking about my body like this.

"You know I found out something about myself tonight, too," she continued. "I had no idea how much I would get off on this. I was watching you closely during the game and I could see how nervous and excited and aroused you were becoming waiting for the big moment to arrive. You were squirming around in your seat like you had fire ants in your pants," she giggled. "It was making me nervous and excited, too. It was like I was living vicariously through you." 

Hearing her talk like this was making me nervous. She sounded like someone who'd found a new drug that she couldn't wait to try again. 

"When you pulled off your shorts during that foul ball I knew you were going to go through with it. God, it just gave me this feeling of anticipation that I can't describe. But then I probably don't have to describe it to you," she laughed excitedly. "You're the one who actually experienced it. And then when you peeled off your shirt and jumped onto that field I thought I was going to come in my seat right then and there."

Megan's face was flushed with excitement and my heart sank. "You're not going to leave me alone are you?" I asked, suspecting I knew what the answer was going to be. 

She shook her head. "Oh, Laurie, I'm so sorry about this but I just can't. I really had intended to let you go but I just can't. I didn't know I would feel like this."

I knew better by now than to argue with her and I sat staring out the window dejectedly as we continued to roll down the freeway. I sensed my life had just taken a turn and I was no longer in control of it. I hated the idea of being under the control of this crazy woman, but at the same time I could also feel my arousal building again at the thought of it. She was right about me, I guess. I did get off on this.

I could see my car as we pulled into the spot where Megan had picked me up what seemed like a lifetime ago. She parked behind it and shut off the engine but left the lights on illuminating my car. "I want to show you something before you go, Laurie." She walked around to my door and helped me out and then guided me, still naked and cuffed, to the passenger side door of my car. She reached down and pulled the keys out of the wheel well where she'd seen me hide them earlier and unlocked the door. Reaching into the glove compartment she pulled out a baggie. I gasped as I saw what it was filled with. Pot. 

"This would have been discovered in your car if you hadn't gone through with this tonight, Laurie. There's enough here to earn you three-to-six months in jail." 

She grabbed me by each of my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "I want you to know that my threats are both real and enforceable, Laurie. I've kept you out of jail twice now and I can just as easily put you in if you ever fail to obey me. Do you understand?"

I nodded miserably as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"And don't you dare think of trying to turn me in either. I've got connections in this city that go a lot higher than you can ever know."

She reached up and brushed the tear away. "It won't be that bad, Laurie. In fact I think you'll find it very exciting. We've both discovered that we have something in us that the other can satisfy. You have this inner desire to be dominated and publicly humiliated, although you won't admit that to yourself right now, and I have the need to force someone young and beautiful and innocent to submit to naked public humiliation. I want to feel what you're feeling Laurie without actually having to go through with the experience myself."

"W-what would you expect me to do?" 

"Don't worry, hon. I'm not going to pimp you out or turn you into a whore or anything. I have to deal with hookers all the time and that doesn't interest me. I just want you to experience more of what you experienced tonight. I'm not necessarily talking about streaking more sporting events, although that may happen. But you will be forced to expose that lovely body of yours in public whenever and wherever I tell you. It won't happen often. I don't want either of us to become jaded. You may not hear from me again for a month or even six months. But I want you to know that I might contact you at any time and that you absolutely must obey me when I do. I want you waking up every morning knowing that today might be the day that you'll be forced to humiliate yourself in public again. Do you understand?"

I nodded and the tears flowed freely now. 

"Do you agree to obey?" 

"Yes."

"You understand the consequences if you don't?"

"Yes."

I could feel her lips press against mine and my body shuddered as her hands caressed my breasts. 

"Good girl. Now let's get those cuffs off of you and send you on your way."