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