SEMINAR SEARCH by Joe Doe JUDGE SUSAN VOLUNTEERS TO PARTICIPATE IN A STRIP SEARCH SEMINAR, BUT THE AUDIENCE IS LARGER...AND MORE EAGER...THAN SHE HAD ANTICIPATED. "Well, I'm glad to see that we have a standing-room-only crowd. If no one objects, we'll begin. Today's presentation is entitled 'Strip Searching for Fun and Profit,' and I'm glad to see so many of you could make it. Today's speaker has been Sheriff of Jefferson county for over 20 years. Although Jefferson is rural, its more affluent neighbors to the north regularly pass through there on the way to airport. And, I can assure you, that any young lady who flouts the law will find herself touching her toes before she knows it." The large audience laughed. "Sheriff Birch has searched thousands of women in his career. So naturally the Law Enforcement Association is proud to welcome such an experienced member of our community. Folks...Sheriff Jethro Birch!" "Thank you very much," the Sheriff said, sauntering to the front of the stage. "Now, this is an informal presentation, so I'd like to say that you're welcome to ask questions at any time. "I want you to be comfortable, because that's the point of today's seminar: getting comfortable with strip searching a female suspect...and to show you how you can turn it into a profit center for your department. "Before I begin, I'd like to introduce a very special member of the audience. Judge Susan Letemgoh, please come up here and let the audience have a good look at you." A stunning blonde in her early thirties strode confidently up to the front of the room. Every male in the audience (and a number of the females) stared intently at the statuesque blond in the crisp blue business suit. "Some of you know Judge Letemgoh as the youngest judge in our fair state’s history. And some of you know her as the wife of one of our most respected civic leaders. But that's not why she's here today. Why don't you tell everyone why you're here, Judge?" Susan had given two presentations at the seminar already, including the keynote, and she wasn't nervous addressing a crowd. But, as she scanned the eager eyes of the men in the audience, she knew that they were going to see more than just her intellect today. Mustering all her professionalism, she began. "As you know, the county prison farm for women in Rockwell is the single busiest correctional institution in the state. About a month ago I asked the Sheriff for a tour of his office and the prison farm. "Sheriff Birch is always happy to give tours to females involved in the legal and law enforcement community. As you know, there has been a lot of criticism of his techniques over the years, and his nickname, 'Strip-Search Birch,' certainly hasn't helped matters." The audience laughed appreciatively. "It's one thing to incarcerate a young woman, and it's quite another thing to understand what that incarceration means," Susan explained, pedantically. "Sheriff Birch suggested that, in addition to my tour, I might want to help out in today's demonstration, so that I could experience 'first hand' the processing procedure at his jail." She scanned the audience, and, for the first time, her voice betrayed her nervousness. "I did agree to participate -- although I didn't realize the audience would be quite so large...." "Well, I always feel the more the merrier," the Sheriff said, breezily. "A good strip search is like a good show, filled with suspense and entertainment. So what could be better than to give the judge her first search right up here on stage, where everyone can enjoy it and learn and from it?" The audience applauded, enthusiastically. The Sheriff acknowledged at the applause, but quickly went back to business. "Now, I'm sure we've all enjoyed listening to the fine speeches of our little lady lawyer here, but I’m not going to let her argue her way out of what's coming." The audience applauded. "It's time for you to start shucking off those fancy duds, Missy!" As he said this, two men walked out onto the stage with video cameras. "With a crowd this big, it might be hard for some of you to see. If members of the audience watch the monitors posted around the theatre, the boys here will make sure you get a good look at Susie's little 'strip tease to order' from every angle." Susan started to unbutton her jacket, but the Sheriff stopped her. "No, first take off your shoes." She complied. "Now, un-pin your hair." Again, she complied. "Now, shake it loose." The Sheriff walked over and ran his fingers through Susan's long blonde hair, which was now cascading loosely about her shoulders. She shuddered at his touch, but remained in place as he stroked her hair. He turned to the audience to explain. "A good strip search should be enjoyed. There's no need to rush it. The suspect should understand that it's more than just a quick 'peek and poke.' It's a performance." "That's it, Susie. Put your shoes in the cardboard box at your feet. That's a good girl. Now you can strip off that cute little jacket and stow it, too." "While our little Lady Godiva here is putting on her show, I can answer a few questions from the audience." A pretty young female lawyer in the back called out, "Do you get a lot of dangerous felons passing through Jefferson County?" "Not really. Most of the women who find themselves in my jail are just the same as you." Everyone laughed, and the young woman asking the question shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The Sheriff turned to Susan. "That's right, Susie. That sheer silk blouse comes off, too. We need to check out those creamy white jugs of yours." Susan was already blushing scarlet, but knew enough not argue. The Sheriff called for another question. "What's the typical reason for stopping a suspect, Sheriff?" one man asked. "There are a lot of possibilities. The speed limit by my office drops from 50 mph to 15. Of course, the posted speed limit is kind of covered by some bushes, so you got to look pretty hard to see it, especially if you are traveling 50 miles an hour. "And, of course, sometimes I stop the car for a routine safety inspection...check the tail lights, for example, verify license and registration, and so on. We also test for vagrancy; county law requires anyone who isn't a county resident to travel with at least $200 in cash. Also, anybody who stops for more than 10 minutes in one spot can be arrested for loitering. Since most of our traffic stops take at least 15 minutes, we always have grounds for booking some hot little number like Susan here!" The Sheriff stopped and looked at Susan, who was now naked, except for her hot pink brassiere and panties and was desperately trying to shield herself from the eyes of the audience. "Whoa, doggie," the Sheriff said, with a smile. "That sure is a cute pair of pink underpants you have on, Susan. I like the way your bra and panties match, too, darling. Nice when a woman takes the time to show she cares." He turned back to the audience. "At this point, when she gets down to just her bra and underpants, I usually let the little honey stand there for a couple of minutes and sweat it out, just like with Susan here. Of course, most of them know what's coming, but it's fun to toy with them a little, and let them build up some hope." "Now, Susan, do you think the search is over?" he asked, in a playful tone. "I'm not sure.... I mean...it's obvious I'm not hiding anything." The audience laughed. "With-with all these p-people here...you wouldn't...you-you C-COULDN'T...." "Sure I can!" the Sheriff said, brightly. "Tops and bottoms, in the box. NOW!" His tone suddenly sharper. Turning back to the audience, he started to speak. "Always good to let these little honeys know who's in charge!" Susan's eyes scanned the audience. She saw a lot of familiar faces, but no friendly ones. There were several police officers scattered around the audience, but not one of them seemed disposed to come to her aid. It was obvious from the looks on their faces that they were glad to see the judge they mockingly referred to as "the lady liberal" getting her comeuppance. The front row contained several of her law clerks, both past and present. Although she had a reputation for being uncompromising and demanding, she thought that she was popular with the people who worked for her. But the amused and lustful expressions on their faces showed her that the opposite was true. Susan's gaze came to rest on a female bailiff who had worked in her court for years. She was tubby, with greased-back hair, and was often mistaken for a man. Susan had often castigated her about being "too rough" with female prisoners, and she had privately wondered about the woman's sexual orientation. But standing in front of her dressed like this removed any doubt. The bailiff stared at Susan with a mixture of smug satisfaction and unbridled passion, occasionally toying with the handcuffs on her belt. Susan trembled helplessly on the stage as the fat lesbian perused her like she was a side of beef. "Do you want some of my men to give you a little help with your frillies, Missy?" the Sheriff asked. Susan was startled, returning from her daydream to look out once again at the assembled crowd. It was clear no one was going to help. She haltingly shook her head "NO" to the Sheriff's humiliating suggestion. "THEN LET'S GET GOING, HONEY," the Sheriff said, poking Susan with his baton. Slowly she turned her back and reached for the hook of her bra. The Sheriff was silent now, relishing the suspense of her unveiling. She stripped off the bra, but kept her back turned. From the audience came the voice of a lawyer that she had once jailed for contempt. He shouted out, "That's nice darling, but we want to see PUSSY!" The audience erupted into laughter as Susan shivered up on the stage. Overall the mood in the hall was sociable, with the audience frequently erupting into laughter at the Sheriff's many witticisms. But, as she stood there dressed in just her flimsy panties, the audience soon quieted down...and waited silently for the last, humiliating step. Susan reached behind her and slowly inched her panties down her long legs. When the panties finally hit the ground and she stepped out of them, one of her clerks let out a shrill wolf whistle, and she blushed crimson. The audience burst into applause and shouted a variety of comments: "I knew she was a tight ass, but I had no idea." More laughter. "Look at those honey buns!" "I'd like to bend her over for a pony ride right now!" But Susan's humiliation still wasn't enough for the Sheriff. He proceeded to cuff her hands behind her back. His voice rang through the hall. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present Judge Susan Letemgoh." With that, he grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and turned her around for everyone to see. There was pandemonium, as if a winning touchdown had been scored just as time ran out. Susan stood there helplessly as her colleagues, both male and female, appraised her naked charms. "Nice hooters there, Susie!" "I can see her pussy lips from here. They look...wet!" "I never thought she was a natural blonde." "Well, now you know." "Now EVERYONE knows!" "THAT is 'the other white meat'!" "Bet she’s tight!" Usually Susan was proud and unbendable; nothing ever rattled her. But as she stood there stark naked, brazenly displayed like a $2 whore in a sex circus, her eyes began to mist over. But there was something even worse. To her horror, she realized that she was becoming sexually aroused. She was so upset that she didn't notice at first when the deputies wheeled the next piece of equipment onto the stage. She flinched in horror as the Sheriff led her to the instrument of humiliation. "MY GOD!" Susan gasped to herself. "It's an exam table! They're going to give me a pelvic...RIGHT ON STAGE! IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!" She tried to get away, but with her hands cuffed behind her back and three deputies on the stage, she never much of a chance. The deputies soon had her strapped down flat on her back, with her legs spread wide by the cruel stirrups. She squirmed, partially because of the discomfort of her handcuffs digging into her back -- and partially just in abject humiliation. The straps around her waist and ankles made sure her struggles weren't going to get her far; she was pinned like a butterfly in a display case. The cameramen moved in for relentless close-ups of her tear-streaked face and juicy private parts. Yes, despite it all, Susan was definitely excited. There were chuckles of amusement as her arousal became apparent to the crowd. Though once again blushing crimson, somehow she held her head up, and then she glimpsed the female bailiff. When their eyes met, the bailiff raised her hand and pantomimed the act of snapping on a rubber glove. Then she winked at Susan, and laughed. "Well, at least that sick lesbo bitch can't get at me," Susan thought. It was small comfort. The Sheriff already had his glove on, and he was advancing on Susan like a cat who had just cornered a mouse. "The key element here is to take your time," the Sheriff explained. "Don't rush it. This is an experience that the female suspect will never forget, and it should be no less memorable for you. I've run into women years after their search, and, when they see me, they still blush, and stare at their shoes, and stammer like dazed idiots. So take your time and enjoy yourself, knowing that, no matter where they go or whatever else they do in their lives, these women will always remember that MEN ARE IN CHARGE!" The audience laughed, although there were some good-natured boos from some of the females. "Any of you ladies who disagree are welcome to come up here, and I'll give you your turn as soon as we're done with little Susie!" There was more laughter, but no takers. The Sheriff began his exam, keeping a running commentary as he performed each action, almost like a "play-by-play" announcer. "Now, ordinarily I would apply some lubricant at this point, but little Susie is such a wet, sloppy mess already that it would just get in the way." More laughter. "I like to start by running my fingers over the light, downy hairs, teasing them, letting them know the fun is about to start. "And don't forget to smile. A lot of guys make the mistake of letting a pretty woman think that this is routine to them, like some sort of half-assed medical exam. Let her know that fondling her tight little snatch is the highlight of your day. "Then I like to run my fingers around the lips of their sex, nice and slow, nice and easy. And, if you're feeling up to it -- and you have a randy little bitch like our Susie here -- take a minute or two to tease her little love button." The Sheriff did just that, slowly masturbating Susan, who wiggled in excitement and anguish under the relentless eye of the camera and the searing gaze of the audience. She tried to fight back, but soon erupted in a shuddering orgasm, much to the delight of the appreciative crowd. "Now that Susie's had her fun, it's on to business. Work your finger up slowly but insistently, wiggling it back and forth to make sure that she feels exactly what you're doing to her. After all, this is supposed to be a search, and you got to get a good feel everywhere." The Sheriff worked first one, then two, then three digits into her exposed pussy, spreading her wide for all to enjoy. He took his time, commenting on each aspect of Susie's exposed genitals with a combination of clinical observation and leering appraisal, like a cross between a doctor and a horny sailor on shore leave. Before it was over, Susan experienced her second orgasm of the day, to the audience's delight and her utter humiliation. But, at last he was finished. With mock sympathy he asked, "Would you like to go now, Judge?" Susan could barely gasp out an answer. "Yes...please...sir. Please let me go." The Sheriff turned to the audience. "See how polite our proud little beauty is after a good old fashioned strip search? Just begging to be let off...just begging to get those pretty little panties back on, so she can skedaddle her sweet little ass outa here!" He laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you, Susie. But we still have to check out...NUMBER TWO!" The deputies came out onto the stage and unstrapped her. But they didn't let her go. Instead, they bent her face down over the table. They pulled a small extension out of the table for her to kneel on and strapped her into position. She was soon pinned down helplessly, but now her cute little fanny was poking straight up into the air. The Sheriff used the brief interruption while she was being repositioned to answer another question. "Have you done any sort of profiling, Sheriff?" came a voice from the back. "Yes, as a matter of fact. My experience tells me that attractive females between the ages of 18 and 45, traveling alone or with other females, are the most likely to be concealing contraband of some nature in a body orifice...cute little honeys like that think that their pants are golden, and that no one is going to touch them there unless they're good and ready. You can imagine how surprised they are when I yank their fancy drawers down. They get the same look on their faces that little Susie has." The Sheriff advanced on the helpless Susan. She tried to look away, but the cameraman simply changed position, making sure that her expressions of shock, horror, and disgust were available for all to see. "Now, you HAVE To lube up the old poop chute before you get started. But, since Susie is SO hot to trot, I can just use some of her pussy juice as the lube." He slathered his hand liberally over her dripping pussy, and she shuddered. Once again, his probing digit slowly worked his way into her, this time up her "tight little pooper," as he "looked for evidence." This search was even more degrading than the first, but at least he finished it more quickly. When he pulled his finger out, it made a little popping sound, and the audience laughed again. Finally the Sheriff snapped off his gloves and turned to the audience. "The title of the seminar today is 'Strip Searching for Fun and Profit.' I think everybody now understands the 'Fun' part, except maybe for little Susie here." There was more laughter. "But what about the 'Profit'?" He held up a garish box with Susan's picture on it and let the cameraman move in for a close-up. "I'm proud to announce that, starting with Susan here, all of the searches my department does are going to be available on videotape or DVD! You can also download them from our website for only $4.95 a search!" The audience applauded lustily. Susan gasped in disbelief. She would have to move to Mars. "At $4.95, these tapes are priced to move, and I think we're going to sell a lot of copies, folks. I hope this seminar has demonstrated how a regrettable and necessary part of police work can become a source of fun and profit for everyone. Now, I just have time for one last question." "What's the largest group of women you've ever searched, Sheriff?" "Well, a few years ago some Ivy League intellectual types came in on a chartered bus for a big feminist rally. It was a protest against sexual harassment, or some such bullshit. Anyway, I stopped the bus and was shocked when I saw about sixty honeys sitting there, all wide-eyed and just begging for a strip search." "Well, I didn't have enough room at the jail for them, so I stripped them down naked as jaybirds right along the side of the road. There were 120 hands against the bus, and 60 pairs of legs spread nice and wide. Of course, once the word got out on the CB, we had damn near every trucker in the state going by the area." He smiled and shook his head in fond recollection. "Now, that concludes the presentation portion of the seminar. If any of you would like to try out some of the techniques I've demonstrated today, we're going to leave Susie strapped down here for the whole afternoon until everyone who wants to has had a chance to try out their cavity search techniques." "She's strapped down for a buggering, but I think you can all see her juicy little gash too. You're welcome to search either or both, but make sure you search her twat first." "We also ask each searcher to donate 25 cents to help the many charities my office sponsors. It's a good cause, so line up, and have some fun, people! Free feel...I mean, feel free, to come up and give little Susie here a good poke." It was amazing how many lawyers and policemen were suddenly overcome with the spirit of giving. The line formed fast. Susan watched in horror as the box containing her clothes was removed from the stage for safekeeping. Judging from the size of the line that was forming, she wouldn't be needing clothes for quite a while. A grinning hayseed deputy set down an enormous vat of something right by her hips. She strained to read the label. It was a "Family Size" vat of lard. The deputy popped the lid off and winked at Susan. Another deputy put a huge crate of rubber gloves on the other side of the helpless judge. All set, they waved the first eager searcher forward. Susan swallowed hard. She saw to her horror that first in line was the bailiff, who was now licking her lips in anticipation as she loudly SNAPPED on the rubber glove. Susan's fingers wiggled helplessly in the cuffs, trying desperately to escape. But there was no way out for her. Behind the bailiff, Susan's interns eagerly awaited their turn. And, behind them, the lawyers she had lorded it over in her courtroom, and the policemen she had insulted.... The seminar ran well past 5:00 PM, but the janitors didn't seem to mind. At least, not after they were offered a premium place in line.... Edited by C. Lakewood