SEARCHING SARA by Joe Doe A LOCAL SHERIFF SENDS A PLEA FOR HELP TO OUR FORUM [STRIP-SEARCHED]. Dear Group Members, As the local Sheriff of a college town, I generally pay the university president the courtesy of letting him know before I conduct any major operations on campus. I was having dinner at his house one night, when I briefed him on my plan to strip search the 300 female students at the main women's dormitory because of a tip I had heard that one of them might have a weapon of some sort. "You're actually going to strip them...NAKED?" Sara Johnson, the wife of the university president, asked. "Totally naked? On the basis of an anonymous tip?" "Naked as newborns, ma'am," I explained. "Of course, it will be difficult for me to perform that many cavity searches, so I'm going to deputize a few of the local fraternity boys to help out." "Goodness!" she replied, shifting in her chair. "How humiliating. Imagine stripping down bare naked in front of those leering frat boys. And all because someone phoned in a rumor." She squirmed as she envisioned the scene. "Are you really going to search all 300 of them?" "Actually, it will probably be more than 300," I replied. "If they have any friends over, they'll be caught in the dragnet, too. And, since it will be this Sunday night, I wouldn't be surprised if I catch some visiting older sisters...and maybe a few blushing moms, as well." "Goodness, you wouldn't strip THEM naked, too, would you?" Sara asked, breathlessly. "It's all part of the job, ma'am." The president's wife was completely fascinated by the impending strip search of the coeds, and she spent the rest of the evening interrogating me about the search procedure. A surprising number of women have expressed interest in my work over the years, and, by Sunday, I had forgotten all about it. The searches were proceeding apace when one of the fraternity jocks called me to the 3rd floor to ask my opinion on a "special case." My jaw hit the floor when I entered the 3rd floor common area and discovered Sara Johnson. "Mrs. Johnson, what are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. "I was out for a walk and decided to come in and take a look at the dorm," she said, not daring to look me in the eye. A trained police officer knows when a suspect is lying. And, while everyone knew Sara wasn't a criminal, it didn't really matter. Her presence in the dorm made her a prime candidate for a cavity search. "But your house is way on the other side of the campus," I said, scratching my head in disbelief. Moving closer, I whispered quietly in her ear. "How in the world could you forget that I was going to conduct my strip searches tonight? We talked about it for 3 hours!" "Um...maybe it slipped my mind," she replied, evasively. I paused and considered the situation. "Sara, you're free to go," I said. "I can't search the wife of the president of the university." Sara looked at me in shock. "Why not?" she snapped back. "I'm a female, I was in the dorm, and I'm covered by the warrant just like any other visitor. If you are going to have rules, Sheriff, you have to enforce them fairly, or not at all. Justice is blind, Sheriff. Since I was in the dorm, I should be s-stripped...and even spread! Just like all the other girls!" I looked at Sara hard. She was flushed, and it was obvious to me that she was excited. She was extremely attractive, and more than once I had fantasized about what was under her fuddy-duddy clothes. But did I dare? Yes, I did. "Joe, please go upstairs and ask Dirk Williams to come down," I said, evenly. "I'd like him to handle Mrs. Johnson's search personally." "Dirk WILLIAMS?" Sara said, surprised. "Is that the same boy who grew up across the street from me?" "Yes," I replied. "I believe you used to baby sit for him. He's told me he had quite a crush on you," I chuckled. "Not that I can blame him, Mrs. Johnson. You are a very attractive woman." "But you can't let him...s-search me," she said, nervously. "You can't let him s-see me...na-naked!" "He'll do a lot more than SEE you naked, Mrs. Johnson," I replied, cheerfully. "He'll be in charge of your search. He'll be the one ordering you to jump up and down, and squat and spread, in order to loosen any contraband. And Dirk is going to be the one who orders you to kneel in a row with the other girls and stick your cute bare fanny up in the air." I escorted Sara into the actual search room for a preview of the festivities. Her eyes bulged when she saw the long row of kneeling, naked girls, anxiously eyeing the fraternity boys who were slipping on their rubber gloves. A boy with a fraternity paddle patrolled the line to make sure that each of the girls kept her legs split and her feminine charms completely displayed. "We're ready to get started, Sheriff," the boy with the fraternity paddle said. I smiled as I noticed Sara nervously reach for her bottom cheeks as the boy tapped the paddle against the palm of his hand. Just then, Dirk Williams arrived. "Hold up for a minute, son," I said. "I think we might have one more for this batch." I smiled and tilted my head in Sara's direction. For a moment, Dirk looked bewildered, but it didn't take him long to size up the situation. "Have you been a naughty girl, Sara?" he asked. "You'd better start behaving yourself, because, if you're naughty here, I'll have to punish you," he patronized. "That's right, Sara," I added. "If you don't want to be spanked, you'll have to keep yourself spread nice and wide...for everyone to see." "Please...not in front of Dirk," Sara murmured. "He's 19 now, and I deputized him tonight," I said, gruffly. "You will address him as Officer Williams, and, when he tells you to spread, you'll SPREAD!" I leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Of course, if you prefer, you can walk out of here right now. But, if you stay, you'll be at Dirk's mercy. I have an idea he's going to enjoy feeling you wiggle around on his long, greasy fingers, struggling like a fish out of water." Sara blushed at my vulgar image and stared hard at the cheaply tiled dorm floor. She looked up at the door anxiously. I could tell that part of her wanted desperately to go. But, at long last, she finally said, "I-I'm s-sorry, Officer Williams...s-sir. I'll be g-good." She reached for the top button of her silky white blouse. The smiles and whistles from the leering "deputies" only added to her obvious embarrassment.... Dirk didn't let his delight at her predicament prevent him from giving her the most thorough and professional cavity search I've seen in my thirty years of law enforcement. However, now I have a problem. Each time I run into Sara Johnson at university events, she begins pressuring me for information about what it would be like to spend a night in my jail. She wants to know if the women are strip-searched, if I watch them shower, if they are deloused, and if they are handcuffed inside their cells. She is a fine looking woman, and I wouldn't object to having her in my jail, but I am concerned that she might do something stupid to get herself arrested. How can I avoid a scandal? Advice would be welcome.... Regards, PUZZLED POLICEMAN Edited by C. Lakewood