I still remember the look on Linda's face when I opened the door to the processing room. She looked like she just saw a ghost, her mind probably racing back to that fateful day when she ran into me. We sat down on the steel table that has held many a naked ass over the years. I watched as she ran her fingers over the table's cold, smooth surface, as a shiver obviously ran through her body.
Looking at her arrest report, it had been about three years since she last sat on this table; but this time she had a pair of jeans on protecting her from the cold. It also seems like after that day that we keep bumping into each other, much to her chagrin I'm sure, as we seemingly hung out in the same circles.
One night, I even helped her out of a sticky jam that she had gotten herself into with a couple of bad dudes in the Crazy Horse parking lot. Then I met her again when she came into the station to fill out some paperwork on the incident. While she was there I asked her is she would mind doing a brief interview, or "follow-up" as I put it about her arrest. She was definitely hesitant to share her personal feelings with me, but she finally and somewhat reluctantly agreed to "return the favor" and submit to an interview about that fateful day, three years ago.
After I let her sit in the processing room for several minutes (so she could go back in time) I asked her if she was ready. She took a deep breath and said she was. So I pressed the record button on my tape recorder and started with the interview.
"Do you remember the events that led up to your arrest?"
"Yeah, I'll never forget, it was only the scariest day of my life, but I'll start from the beginning." Linda started, in a soft trembling voice. "I was out with my boyfriend riding in a sports car that he said he borrowed from a friend. What he didn't tell me is that he never asked his friend if he could borrow it."
"How old were you again?"
"At that time, I just turned 19, and just for the record, he was the only guy I had been with, you know, so far, so I was too infatuated with him to question him. I just wanted to be with him, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I was nineteen once, but before we go too far, and just for the record, could you please describe yourself?"
"Ok, I guess, I ah, am like 5'7" 125 pounds, honestly maybe a couple of pounds heavier than I was three years ago. I have short brown hair, and green eyes." Linda stumbled through it, as it is never easy to describe yourself. Most people describe her as a "looker."
(I love asking this one) "And your measurements?"
"Why am I not surprised. 34-24-34 or something like that," she said, with a nervous laugh.
"You're like a D Cup?"
"You have a good memory," Linda said, flashing me a dirty look, as my mind and I guess my eyes, were on her impressive breasts. (She had a pair of cone-shaped breasts with these puffy pink nipples that could make a grown man cry.)
"No, it's in my notes," I said, trying to swerve. "So you were parked, and that's when I came on the scene?"
"Yeah, we were parking, doing what you do when you're parked. I was even like half undressed when your spotlight lit up our car. It scared the piss out of me, almost literately!" She cried.
"And then what?"
"Well he freaks! He took off like a bat out of hell."
"What was that like?"
"Oh, I was terrified, not only 'cause he was driving like a maniac, but like I said, I was half undressed. I had my top open, and I think my panties were even around my ankles. I was desperately trying to dress, while screaming at him to stop," she said, as she blushed.
"And then he hit a pothole or something?"
"Yeah, the car felt, and sounded like it exploded. There was smoke everywhere when we finally spun to a stop."
Mr. Wonderful took off on foot, leaving me dazed and confused in the car.
The next thing I know, I'm lying on the grass, face down, hands cuffed behind my back; thankful I managed to get my panties back up, but I couldn't get my shirt buttoned up, but at least I was wearing my bra."
"Reading my notes, my fellow deputies caught up to the runner a short time later and you came with me."
"Yeah, aren't I the lucky one!"
"You were. You were lucky that you didn't get killed in the crash."
"So, what do you remember next?"
"Well, you had me sitting against the back of your car and then, oh yeah, I remembered that one of my breasts had slipped out of my lacy bra."
"What made you notice that?"
"Gee, I don't know. It could have been the honking horns from the passer-byers, or the 'nice hooters,' comment from the tow truck driver, but with my hands cuffed behind me..."
"I know, you were helpless, but I did help you out."
"Oh yeah... you finally came over and grabbed it like a frigging grapefruit and stuffed it back in my bra."
"And then I buttoned up your shirt," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"What a guy!"
"Then I helped you clean off the grass from your clothes."
"Like I said, what a guy."
"And then it was off to the station. What were you thinking?"
"Well, during the trip to the station, I was just wondering how I was going to tell my parents. I had never been arrested before, not even close."
"So you had no idea what was in store for you at that point?"
"Gosh no, it never entered my mind."
"What struck me at the time was that you never pleaded your innocence."
"I just figured, what's that saying, 'guilty by association?' He told me the car was stolen when you were chasing us. I could have killed him."
"So what then?"
"Well, when we got back to the station, you filled out some paperwork. Ah, I had my fingerprints taken and then the dreaded mug shots. That's when it hit me that I was in trouble."
"It hit you?"
"Well yeah, I just thought you would call my parents and they would come and get me. But when the camera flashed, it hit me that I was an adult now."
"You probably also thought you would be led to a holding cell after the fingerprints and the mug shots?"
"Yeah, silly me."
"But that's not what happened?"
"Not at all. After that you brought me into this brightly-lit room, as my stomach turned. I still couldn't figure out why," Linda said, her voice starting to quiver.
"Well for starters, I was looking for the bars and there weren't any and then I spotted this steel table, and then when you went over to close the door, I, ah, spotted that sign on the outside of the door."
"What did the sign say?"
"God you know it said 'Processing room. Do not enter. Prisoner search in progress,' or something like that."
"No, you got that exactly right. And what did you think now?"
"I thought a female deputy might frisk me, like YOU did, before you put me in the back of your squad car." Linda said with a snarl, directed right at me.
"I think you forgot that part earlier," I chuckled, although, I didn't. "But anyways what happened next?"
"You said something about searching my belongings and me, before I could be put in the holding cell, also telling me that I would be spending the night in jail and then I'd see the judge in the morning."
"And what were you thinking now?"
"My mind was racing with emotions. For one, I didn't want to spend the night in jail. I wanted to call my parents, but you said I would have to wait until after. Then I remember thinking AFTER? And then it hit me that you said something about, ME AND MY BELONGINGS." Linda said, as she turned away from my eyes and looked to the floor.
"And I was praying."
"Yeah, praying that it didn't mean what I thought it did."
"You know," Linda mumbled, as I handed her a glass of water.
"You know, Strip Search." Linda finally mumbled, after she took several gulps of cold water from the glass.
"Were you still waiting for the female deputy?"
"Yeah, I never even thought about what was about to happen, happening!"
"You simply, asked me to take off my shirt and hand it to you."
"I know, what was I feeling," she interrupted. "Well, I was pissed! I was thinking that certainly you didn't expect me to get naked in front of you, so I asked about the female deputy."
"What did I say?"
"Some BS about this being Vermont and it being behind the times... Yeah, go ahead and laugh asshole!" She snapped, as I couldn't help myself.
"Sorry, but everyone always says that... after the fact."
"Well, at the time I was too scared to think straight. I was literally shaking and my face felt like it was on fire, sort of like it feels now. I mean, I was 19 and only one boy had ever seen me naked, but I thought I loved him, and we were always in a darkened car, but this room... it's lit-up like a fucking library!" She said, her voice crackling.
"And then you started?"
"Well, after a short stand off, I figured 'let's get this over', but I was still holding out hope that I would only have to take off my shirt and skirt."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, so you start to unbutton your shirt."
"Yeah.... Geez, now you want to take it slow, typical," she said, with a laugh.
"Stick to the story, please."
"Ok, yes, I started to unbutton my shirt. I mean you saw me in my bra anyways, and then I handed it to you. And then you asked for the skirt, which I figured was coming, but it still was unnerving slipping it off and handing it over. I also cursed myself for my underwear selection."
"How were you dressed now?"
"Gee, the what are you wearing now question! Well Beavis, I was only wearing a lacy blue and white bra, and some bikini-like panties that were black, it was also a thong... Hey I was on a date. Oh, and I had on my sister's high heels. I never figured I would be standing in front of..."
"ME... And what was going on in your head now?" I said, enjoying her rattled description.
"I was back to praying, but again it didn't help, as you just looked me over, your eyes scanning up and down. Oh, and you even had me turn around slowly. It wasn't lost on me that my naked ass was on display now, and then you had me turn back around. I was still praying when..."
"Please, you know what happened!"
"I know, but continue."
"Well, you stood back and asked me to take off my bra. It felt like you punched me in the stomach, and God had let me down, yet again, tonight," she said, back to mumbling.
"And, I know! Well, what was I going to do? I unlatched it and handed it over."
"Front latch, if I remember." (BTW: God bless the person who came up with the front latch.)
"If I remember, you were standing with your hands over your breasts now."
"Well yeah, even though you had already seen one, it wasn't like I wanted to flash'em."
"But... Oh yeah, this was a good one, you had me lift up my breasts by the nipples, to check underneath. But, as humiliating as that was, it was nothing compared to the 'hands behind the head, and lean forward and shake'em.' Where did you come up with that one?"
"I ask the questions 'round here... And your feelings?"
"Feelings, right. I felt like I was in for a long night, as you obviously were hell bent on humiliating me. I mean really, shaking my tits back and forth, have you no dignity!" Linda cried out.
"Just doing my job... well please continue."
"Oh certainly. Well, you ordered me to turn around again, which I was almost happy to do, as your eyes were burning a hole through my breasts, but it was short lived, 'cause you asked me to pull down my panties... I remember almost laughing. I mean, my breasts were one thing... But I bit my tongue and pulled them down, and handed them over, too."
"You made that sound easy."
"C'mon please! This is almost like going through it again. Trust me, it's never easy to strip in front of a man for the first time, even if you have the 'hots' for him. But in front of you, just because you wear a badge... I remember that I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, but I also felt a strange sense of relief when I kicked off my shoes."
"Well yeah, I figured the search was over. You had all my clothes, now."
"But, I ran into the wrong deputy."
"That wasn't a compliment!"
"So what happened next?"
"Look, can't we skip this part?" Linda said, as she needed more water.
"You know," Linda pleaded.
"The hands-on part of the search?"
"Right, how about 'the abuse of power' search!" Linda snapped.
"Just remember, I wasn't the one caught in the stolen car."
"Yeah, but still!"
"I mean a full body cavity search!" Linda snapped (and it was music to my ears).
"Procedures for all prisoners."
"Right! What sick fuck came up with them?"
"Hey! Don't talk about my dad (he's the sheriff) like that."
"Oh yeah, I forgot, like father, like son." Linda groaned.
"Something like that."
"No, I mean in general. I mean, one woman at some place and time concealed some drugs in her privates and the rest of us have had to pay for it ever since," Linda said, in her best lawyers voice. (Although, she was only engaged to marry one.)
"I guess, I never thought about it like that."
"I'm not surprised."
"Now can we continue?"
"Alright, let's get this over. Well, you had me open my mouth and you used a tongue depressor to search it. At that point I still didn't know what that signified the start of, until you told me to sit on this steel table," Linda said, as she again ran her hand over the table's smooth surface again.
"And then it hit you?"
"Yeah, like a ton of bricks, when you had me lie back on my elbows. I watched in horror, as you were snapping on a rubber glove. The sound almost causing me to jump off the table and make a run for it. But I guess my legs weren't listening to my brain!" She said, as her voice quivered.
"And the eyes?"
"C'mon, don't make me cry again," Linda pleaded.
"Ok, let's move on."
"Well, you asked me to lift my feet onto the edge of the table. I did this, while also cursing you under my breath. I was also cursing my girlfriend... for talking me into shaving my pus... down there, 'cause I was even more embarrassed. I mean, I knew you could see everything, especially when you moved in-between my knees and spread them lewdly apart."
"Continue," I offered, trying to hide my excitement.
"I remember trying to think that you were a doctor and not some piece of shit deputy, as I felt your finger make contact with my pu... privates."
"It's alright to say pussy," I said, while ignoring her insult, as I'm used to it, by now.
"Pig! Let's just say you certainly took your time!" Linda spat.
"Ahhh, you really want me to say don't yah? Searching my pussy! You happy now?" She snarled. (I must admit I was. I even got that warm funny feeling all over again.)
"If I remember, you were flopping around on the table, pretty good."
"Well, if you had one, you would know why!"
"Ok, sorry, ah, did it turn you on at all?" (I just had to ask.)
"Are you out of your mind? Never mind. I already know the answer to that one," Linda snapped.
"What happened next?" I said, as Linda slid off the table and began pacing the floor in front of me.
"Well, after you changed into a new glove, it hit me that you were intent on humiliating me even more by searching my b-b-b-bum hole."
"Right, and where did you go to medical school? Let's call it what it was... you stuck your finger up my ass!" Linda said with venom in her voice.
"That's a little crude."
"Well, that's what happened! Of course you had to draw it out. I couldn't believe you wanted me to hold my knees next to my chest... with my backside hanging over the edge of the table. I don't know what was worse, the search, or that fucking lewd position, at the time!"
"Well, then, I made up my mind about that question when I felt your finger rubbing lotion on my asshole, before I felt your finger slowly twisting its way in. Shockingly, I remember you even made me laugh."
"How?" I asked, because I didn't remember a laugh.
"You told me to relax! Yeah right, your finger is drilling into my virgin asshole, and I'm supposed to relax."
"Oh Yeah, but anyways, ah, so I was the first?" I managed, a little flustered at the visual. (Also remembering how tight she was.)
"First and only. I'm strictly of the belief that my butt hole is an exit only lane, and after having just your finger up there, I don't think I will be changing my tune anytime soon."
"It hurt that badly?"
"Not so much pain, although it was jarring when you first entered me. But it was just uncomfortable and it was just plain weird."
"And now that I had proof that you were free of contraband, we were done?"
"Sort of. You gave me some damp wipes to clean myself up, and it didn't go unnoticed that you watched my every move," Linda said, as she made her way to the door.
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness."
"Tell him... if you see him... you Dirty Little Bastard! Because I think you'll be going to hell."
And with that final insult, the interview was over and she stormed out.
Authors Note. Just a little note as to how this story came together. I wrote this story with a female friend, who provided the female character's voice. Although, friend might be stretching it, especially after this story, which took us about four hours, twelve Buds and five or six screwdrivers to complete. Frankly, I just knew her from a local pub that I've been known to down a few at.
And here is how that even happened. Basically I knew she needed a few bucks to fix her car, so I offered to give her some cash, because that's the kind of guy I am!
BUT she had to help me write a story for my collection.
She reluctantly agreed, even after reading some of my strip search stories. I asked her if she had ever been strip-searched in real life, and she snapped a "No" back at me.
I just smiled as I thought to myself, "No, no that won't do."
She came over to my place, late, on a rainy Friday night. After some liquid courage, I asked her if she was ready, and she said, "Yeah, let's get this over."
So I just looked at her and said one simple five letter word. "STRIP."
After she got done laughing, but I wasn't, she went on to call me more names than I can recall. All's I said was, "Have fun walking home."
I turned my attention to my computer's screen. Finally, her shirt slammed into the back of my head, a couple of minutes later. With evil laughter inside, I quickly spun around and watched her strip-show. To be honest, she didn't even seem to mind that much. Hell, she had to know that she had a killer body. She was an "erection maker" that's for sure.
Her sly smile faded, when she was buck naked, and then she cursed me out for asking her to show me her pussy (they always hate that part), especially the spreading of the pussy lips with their fingers part. Then, with her left knee up on my chair's arm rest and her pussy spread open, she told me that I should consider her body, "No Mans Land." for the rest of the night. Which left me disappointed to say the least. (I was also hard as a rock.)
Finally she dressed, while I burned her body into my memory, for future use. Then she sat down and we wrote this little story, her embarrassing "Strip" fresh in her mind and a little chip on her shoulder, which I think came out in the story. So sorry if it read a little rough, or maybe it was that all the blood in my body, was seemingly in the wrong head at the time.
And the funny part! Turns out her car needed more work than she originally thought, so maybe I can use my powers of persuasion (more Dead Presidents) to get her to help write, or at least inspire another story. (Or at least get a blow-job.)
So stay tuned for more adventures from Deputy Duffy.
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