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Archive name: strip.txt (MF, voy, reluc)
Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Strip Search Interview
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Strip Search Interview (MF, voy, reluc)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
***
Deputy Duffy interviews one of his arrestees.
***
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, or maybe her mind was 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 her as she ran her fingers
over the table's cold smooth surface, as a shiver 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 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 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 in to the station to do some paper work 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
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?"
"Yah 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 strange car, that he said he
borrowed from a friend. What he didn't tell me is 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."
"Yah, but before we go too far, and just for the record,
could you describe yourself?"
"Ok I guess, I ah, am like 5'6" 125 pounds, honestly
maybe a couple of pounds heavier than I was three years
ago. I have short brown hair, and green eyes." Linda
moaned, as it is never easy to describe yourself. Safe to
say she was a looker.
"And your measurements?"
"Why am I not surprised, 36-25-34 or something like
that," she said with a laugh.
"You're like a D Cup?"
"You have a good memory." Linda said as she flashed me a
dirty look, as my mind and I guess my eyes were on her
impressive breasts. Safe to say she had a body 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 seen?"
"Yah we were parking, I was even like half undressed when
your spot light, lit up our car, 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 off, and I think my underwear was 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?"
"Yah the car felt, and sounded like it exploded, there
was smoke everywhere and we finally spun to a stop."
"And."
"And Mr. Wonderful took off on foot, leaving me dazed in
confused in the car. The next thing I know I'm lying on
the grass, face down, hands being 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 deputy caught up to the
runner a short time later and you came with me."
"Yah aren't I the lucky one!" She snapped.
"You were, you were lucky that you didn't get killed in
the crash."
"I guess."
"So what do you remember next?"
"Well you had me sitting against the back of your car and
then oh yah, I remembered that I noticed that one of my
breasts was 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-buyers, or the nice melon ball comment
from the tow truck driver, but with my hands cuffed
behind me..."
"I know, but I did help you out."
"Oh yah you finally came over and grabbed it and stuffed
it back in my bra."
"And then I buttoned up your shirt."
"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 of what was in store for you at that
point?"
"Gosh no, it never even entered my mind."
"What struck me at the time was that you never pleaded
your innocents."
"I just figured, what's that saying, guilty by
association? He told me the car was stolen, when you were
chasing us. Man I could have killed him."
"So what then?"
"Well when we got back to the station, we filled out some
paperwork. 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 yah, I just thought you would call my parents and
they would come and get me. Yah when the camera flashed,
it hit me that I was an adult now."
"You probably also thought you would be led into a
holding cell after the fingerprints and mug shots?"
"Yah, 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.
"Why what?"
"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 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 car." Linda said
with a snarl.
"I think you forgot that part earlier," 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, as I would be
spending the night in jail and then 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?"
"And I was praying."
"Praying?"
"Yah praying that didn't mean what I thought it did."
"Which was?"
"You know," Linda mumbled, and I handed her a glass of
ice water.
"Which was?"
"You know, Strip Search." Linda finally mumbled after she
took several gulps of cold water from her glass.
"Were you still waiting for the female deputy?"
"Yah I never even thought about what was about to happen,
happened!"
"Which was?"
"You asked me to take off my shirt and hand it to you."
"What?"
"I know what was I feeling," she interrupted. "Well I was
pissed, I was thinking that certainly you didn't except
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 being behind the
times in all...Yah go a head and laugh asshole!" She
snapped, as I couldn't help myself.
"Sorry, but everyone always says that after the fact."
"Well yah at the time I was to 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
is lit up like a fucking library!" She said, her voice
crisp and clean for the first time.
"And then you started?"
"Well yah after a short stand off, I figured lets get
this over, but I was still holding out hope that I would
only have to take off my shirt and skirt."
"Let's no get ahead of ourselves here, so you start to
unbutton your shirt."
"Yah, 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 wasn't easy slipping it off and handing it
over, as I cursed myself for my underwear selection."
"How were dressed now?"
"Gee the what are you wearing now question...Well Beavis,
I was only wearing a lacy blue and white bra, bikini like
panties, they were black, it was also a thong...hey I was
on a date. Oh and I had my sister's high heels on. I
never figured I would be standing in front of..."
"Me, and what was going on in you 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, 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..."
"When?"
"Please you know what happened?"
"I know but continue."
"Well you stood back and asked me for my bra...I felt
like you punched me in the stomach, and God had let me
down yet again tonight." She said and she was back to
mumbling.
"And."
"Yah...Yah, well what was I going to do? I unsnapped it
and handed it over to yah."
"Front latch, if I remember. Speaking of God, God bless
the person who came up with the front latch."
"Whatever."
"If I remember you were standing with you hands over your
breasts now."
"Well yah even though you had already seen one, it wasn't
like I wanted to flash'em."
"But?"
"But...Oh yah this was a good one, you had me lift my
breasts by the nipples, to check underneath, but as
humiliating as that was, it was noting compared to the
hands behind the head, lean forward and shake'em. Where
did you come up with that one?"
"I ask the questions 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, have you no dignity." Linda cried.
"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 when
you asked for 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."
"You made that sound easy."
"C'mon please, this is almost like going through it
again. Trust me, it's never easy...I could feel my heart
beat in my throat, but I also felt a strange sense of
relief."
"Really?"
"Well yah I figured the search was over."
"But?"
"But I ran into the wrong deputy."
"Thanks!"
"That wasn't a compliment."
"So what happened next?"
"Look can't we skip this part?" Linda said, as she needed
more water.
"What part?"
"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 in the stolen car."
"Yah but still!"
"Still what?"
"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 yah 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 lawyer's voice, although she was only engaged
to one.
"I guess I never thought about it like that."
"I'm not surprised."
"Now can we continue?"
"All right 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 the steel table."
Linda said as she again ran her hand over the table's
smooth surface.
"And then it hit yah?"
"Yah like a tone of bricks, as it did when you had me lie
back on my elbows while snapping on a rubber glove. The
sound causing me to almost jump of the table and make a
run for it, but I guess my legs weren't listing to my
brain!" She said as her voice quivered.
"And the eyes?"
"Another problem."
"Why?"
"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. I was also
cursing my girlfriend, for talking me into shaving my
pussy, 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 apart."
"Continue." I moaned 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 all right 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
hissed.
"At what?"
"Ah you really want me to say don't yah...Searching my
pussy...You happy now?" She snapped, and I must admit I
was, as I got that warm funny feeling all over.
"If I remember, you were flopping around on the table."
"Well if you had one, you would know why!"
"One what?"
"Oh Please!"
"Did it turn you on at all?" I just had to ask.
"Are you out of your mind? Never mind I know the answer
to that one." Linda snapped.
"What happened next?" I said as Linda hopped of the table
and began to pace the floor in front of me.
"Well after you changed gloves, it dawned on me that you
were intent on humiliating me even more by searching my
bum hole."
"Rectal exam."
"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 a little anger 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 to
chest with my back side hanging over the edge of the
desk, I don't know what was worse, the search, or that
fucking position, at the time!" Her voice now filled with
anger.
"And then?"
"Well then I made up my mind about that question, when I
felt your finger rubbing lotion on my anus, before slowly
twisting its way in, shockingly I remember you even made
me laugh."
"How?"
"You told me to relax! Yah right." Linda hissed.
"Oh Yah, but anyways, ah so I was the first?"
"First and only, I am 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." Linda hissed.
"It hurt that badly?"
"Not so much the pain, although it was jarring when you
first entered me, but more it was uncomfortable and
frankly, it was just plain weird."
"And 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! When you see him, you dirty bastard!"
And with that finale insult, the interview was over, as
she stormed out of the room.
The End.
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 characters 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 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, cause 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 she read 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...While I mumbled "No, No that won't do."
She came over my place late on a Friday night. After some
liquid courage, I asked her if she was ready, and she
said, "Yah, let's get this over."
So I asked her to, "Strip."
Then, 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 the computer screen and her
shirt slammed into the back of my head a couple of
minutes later. With evil laughter inside, I quickly spun
around and watched the show. To be honest she didn't even
seem to mind to, too much. Hell she had a killer body.
She was an erection maker to be sure, but her sly smile
faded and she cursed me out for making her, show me, her
pussy, they always hate that part, especially the
spreading of their pussy-lips with their fingers part.
She also said I should consider her body, "No Man's
Land." for the rest of the night. Which left me
disappointed to say the least.
Finally she dressed while I burned her body to my memory,
for future use. Then we sat down and 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 reads a little rough, or maybe
it was that the blood in my body, was all seemingly in
the wrong head at the time. Either way it was still a fun
night. Better than watching the Red Sox anyways.
And the funny part! Turns out her car needs more work
than she 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.
So stay tuned for more adventures from Deputy Duffy.
Thanks for your time and hope you enjoyed it.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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