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 It was a few days before Christmas.  It was snowy, but not too bad.  There
were plenty of cars on the road.  People were traveling to see family. 
Some were doing last minute shopping.  Of course there was also just work
traffic and grocery runs on top of that.  Where there's cars, there's
speeding and other traffic violations.  Some police officers do their duty
as they must.  Some enjoy their work.  Officer Sandra Bux was the kind that
liked giving traffic tickets.  The impending holiday didn't make her
lenient at all.  In fact, if anything, she liked adding a sour note to the
good times others might be having.

   She was a good looking woman with very, very dark hair, worn back in a
pony tail.  She looked great in her uniform, like she was made for it.  It
wasn't inappropriate at all, but you could sure tell that she was stacked
under that blue.  The first thing you noticed about her was usually her icy
blue eyes.  After that you had to notice her big tits.  There were plenty
of people that had a hard time appreciating Officer Bux's looks.  If she's
giving you a ticket, then it doesn't matter if she's hot.

   She sat in her car, hidden just around a corner, waiting to catch a
speeder in the act.  When a red and white car slid by going three miles
over the speed limit, she smiled.  She almost liked it better when the
infraction was small.  People were even more pissed off when they thought
they should be getting by with it.

   She followed that car a little while, smiling to herself.  She knew that
whoever was driving knew they were caught.  It was always so much fun to
let them sweat, wondering whether or not they were really going to be
pulled over.

   When she did turn on her lights, the red and white car pulled over
immediately.  Officer Bux took her time getting out, making every moment
count.  When she got the car, she was surprised at how much the driver
resembled Santa Claus.  "Can I see your license and registration?"
According to that I.D., he didn't just look the part.  He was the real
thing.  Officer Bux slid her gleaming sunglasses down a bit to look over
them.  She stared hard.  "You really are Santa Claus.  What?  Is the sleigh
in the shop or something?"

   "Ho Ho Ho, that's funny, Officer Bux.  I'm here to ride along with you
for a day."

   "To do what?  You're serious.  Santa, I don't know what this is about,
but you're not a police officer."

   Santa heard the tone in Bux's voice.  She already thought that she might
be in trouble.  Santa happily told her, "I've been deputized for the day by
the mayor.  Here." There it was, written orders.  Officer Bux knew she
couldn't get out of it, so she shrugged and welcomed him.  When Santa got
out of his car, he snapped his fingers, and his clothing changed.  It
became blue instead of red and it resembled a police uniform, though it was
still trimmed with thick bands of white fur.

   "It looks good on you," she said.  No reason not to be polite.

   "I think you'll need a new uniform too."

   "What?" But before she could say a word, a quartet of elves spun around
her, doing their work.  When they settled down, Officer Bux looked down at
herself.  "Nothing happened."

   The lead elf held up his hands, "Well, even we can't always get it
right." No more questions were asked.  The four elves got into the car
Santa was driving, and they pulled away.  Santa himself sat behind the
wheel.  He didn't even have to adjust the seat since the same magic that
could put him down a chimney could ease him behind that steering wheel.

   What could Officer Bux do but get in the other side?  Santa drove the
cop car casually until he parked just almost out of sight from a particular
stop sign.  "Officer Bux, what's the date?"

   "It's the twenty second."

   "Are you sure?  I could swear it's the twenty first."

   She checked her phone and her watch, but they both said the same thing.
"It is the twenty first."

   "That's right.  It's yesterday.  I'm sure you realize that I can move
through time.  That's how I get around the world in one night."

   "Okay, but it's not Christmas Eve yet.  Why are we doing this day over?"

   "Not the whole day, just parts of it.  Only you and I and the people you
ticketed yesterday will be able to remember that it already happened once."

   Officer Bux felt a chill that had nothing to do with the snowy weather.
"Santa, am I in some kind of trouble?"

   "I'm sure it won't surprise you to find out that you're on the naughty
list."

   "For doing my job?"

   "It's the way that you do it.  Ah, here's Brad Jenkinson now.  There he
goes, running that stop sign.  I'd ask if you think we should stop him, but
I know you didn't the first time."

   "His father owns a third of the businesses in town."

   "So you let him get away with it.  Ah, but here's Andrew Green.  He's
not wealthy.  He's just a travel agent.  Let's pull him over for running
that stop sign just like you did yesterday." That's just what Santa did. 
For a moment Andrew thought he was having the worst day ever.  Imagine
being pulled over by Santa Claus.  Santa assured him, "You've been a very
good boy this year, Andrew.  That's why Officer Bux here is going to
apologize for pulling you over the first time."

   "Okay.  I'd like that." He grinned at the attractive lady cop.  She
might have looked nice, but he was still infuriated over the smug attitude
she had when she pulled him over.  "I think it was a complete stop anyway."

   "It was not!" Officer Bux demanded.  "It wasn't the first time, and it
wasn't this time!"

   Andrew had to ask, "So are we time traveling or something?"

   "Not exactly," Santa said.  "You'll just get to do over the ticketing
incident.  After that you'll go right back to your normal routine."

   "Okay.  I'm still waiting for that apology."

   Through tightly gritted teeth, Officer Bux said, "I'm sorry I pulled you
over, sir.  It wasn't necessary.  You might have been right.  It might have
been a complete stop."

   Santa admonished her, "You can do better than that.  Why don't you show
him your badges to make up for it?"

   "What?" Before she got an answer, Santa took advantage of the special
work done to her uniform.  Faster than she could react, Santa had grabbed a
hold of her shirt.  It yanked off with ease.  Under it she had no
brassiere, but her nipples were covered by neat little shiny decals in the
shape of police badges.  "AAAAAAAAaaAAAHH!" She threw her hands over her
big tits, squishing them a bit in a lovely way.

   Santa took a hold of her wrists.  "Now, now, that won't do.  I think
Andrew might want to take your badge number." Santa pulled Officer Bux's
hands away so that her barely covered breasts were out there again.

   "Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it!  I'm a cop!  You can't do this to me!"

   She panicked even more when Andrew looked real close at her right breast
badge.  To hold it still, he took the underside of her boob in hand. 
"Number 56124.  Let me make sure they both have the same number." He cupped
her other underboob as he read the badge there.  "Yep, 56124.  Thanks
Officer."

   "Just move on!  Get going!  Stop looking for god's sake!" As Bux shouted
her protests with more and more panic, the man in the car just ogled her a
bit longer while he laughed.  As the car pulled away, Santa handed the
uniform shirt back to her.  All on it's own it wrapped itself back to where
it needed to be on her body.  Though she was dressed again, her blush
remained.  She kept as much bitterness from her voice as she could.  "I
think I get the point, Santa."

   "But Andrew wasn't the only person you pulled over yesterday.  Some of
them were barely even borderline offenses.  Andrew, for example, I couldn't
tell if he had stopped all the way or not.  Andrew wasn't your only pull
over who was high on the nice list, so we've got more to do over.  Let's
get in the car?"

   "What if I say no?" But then, in a cloud of bright colored, candy
smelling smoke, Officer Bux vanished and reappeared inside the car.  She
was more than surprised.

   "Ho Ho Ho, the "down the chimney" trick is fun, isn't it?" He started
away until he got to fourteenth street.  "There's Clint Griffon.  You
pulled him over for speeding.  My radar has him at one, no, two miles over
the limit.  Make that one mile.  Two miles again.  He's just barely over.
That didn't stop you though, did it?"

   Officer Bux was actually smiling.  She knew that this wasn't going to be
fun, but this was the last traffic stop of her day.

   "Don't get too comfortable," Santa cautioned.  "We're just not doing
them in order.  The highest up on the nice list is the one we'll see last."
The lights came on and the pickup pulled over in front of them.  Santa and
Officer Bux both got out and walked up to the window of the car.

   The driver hadn't looked at them yet, so he didn't realize what kind of
situation he was in.  "Talk about de ja vu.  This is the exact spot where
WHAT THE HELL?  Santa Claus?"

   With a sympathetic chuckle Santa told him, "This is the same traffic
stop.  I'm just making some of my rounds early this year.  So don't worry
about that ticket."

   "I don't have to pay it?"

   "That's right, Clint.  What's more, Sandra here wants to apologize. 
After all, you were just barely speeding at all."

   With deeply resentful eyes, Officer Bux stepped up to his window.  "It
wasn't necessary to pull you over.  I apologize.  I'll try to be more
mindful of the season in the future."

   Clint couldn't help grinning like an idiot.  "Sounds like you've had to
make official apologies before."

   Santa told him, "Now she has to let you see some badges."

   Officer Bux backed away and her eyes shot open wide.  "Not again!  Don't
make me do this!" Santa maintained his Christmas grin.  She turned to
Clint, "Tell him you don't need to see my badges!  Please!  I'll owe you!
I'll fix ten tickets for you in the future!" She didn't get to beg any
further than that.  Santa had whisked off that special top, revealing her
fabulous badge adorned boobs again.

   While she screamed, Clint's idiotic grin turned to a look of pure shock.
He stared at the exposure, two full, firm, high flying beauties with
nothing covering them but some shiny stickers.  Officer Bux threw her arms
across her chest, but Santa pulled her arms away to let lucky Clint keep
staring.  As the idiotic grin returned, Santa upped the ante by whisking
away Bux's pants.  She shrieked with more panic than she knew she was
capable of.  She was in public, being showed off to some goofy stranger
while wearing nothing but her hat, gun belt, boots, tit stickers, a black
thong and a garter one leg.  She looked like a stripper version of a cop.
Like her nipple cover, the thong had a badge decoration on the front and
the garter also had one that looked real.  When Santa turned her in place,
it was to show off her super sexy ass with another badge decal on the right
cheek.

   Santa told him, "Make sure to get her badge number.  Take a close look."

   Clint said, "If you could, uh, turn her more this way." He was trying to
just motion with his hand what he wanted, but he could tell from Santa's
nod and expression, that he was allowed more than that.  The naughty, naked
officer shrieked again when she felt Clint's touch at the side of her butt,
guiding her to where he could see better.  While he read the numbers his
fingers gently stroked up and down the delectable curve of her butt.

   Santa finally turned her around again, holding her arms back.  She
pleaded, "Santa!  Are a few tickets worth this?" She cringed as she felt
fingers trace along her breasts.  She tried hard to look away from Clint's
big lecherous grin, but she couldn't.

   Santa told her, "A few tickets?  Sandra, you've been naughty all year.
How many times have you abused your authority or handed out fines for the
smallest infractions?  I don't think you'll be doing it again.  For now
we'll get on to the next stop.  Merry Christmas, Clint!"

   "Merry Christmas, Santa!  And Merry Christmas number 56124!"

   "Drop dead," she hissed.  She clutched her arms around her tits as soon
as she could, looking around.  Yes, there were other people watching the
bizarre traffic stop.  "Can we get in the car now?" Again there was that
pretty smoke effect as she reappeared in the car again, fully dressed
again. "How many more times am I going to have to do this?"

   Instead of answering, Santa turned on the lights.  They were already
behind the next car.  Santa told her, "I'll let you keep your pants on this
time."

   "Oh gee thanks." Then she remembered the car, "Oh no, not this one."

   "You got him in a lot of trouble with his parents."

   Officer Bux followed Santa to the driver's window where she saw the
pimply and bespectacled face of a very young man that she had been wanting
to catch speeding for a while.  "But he really was speeding," she
complained.

   "Yes, but would you have caught him if you hadn't been waiting for him
in particular?  How often do you sit there to catch the students driving
home?  How many times have you given them grief over nothing?"

   The young man had heard that little conversation, so he was confused. 
He also had to know, "Are you really Santa Claus?"

   "Yes, Ned, I am.  Merry Christmas.  This year, you're going to have a
speeding ticket undone, and you'll even get a very special apology from the
officer who gave it to you."

   "And I didn't even write you a letter.  Santa, I'll be a believer
forever after this." He turned his eager young eyes to the lovely Officer.
He had no idea just how humiliating this was going to be for her.  He
really only expected a half hearted apology.

   It started with that.  "I'm really sorry I pulled you over yesterday, or
today or whatever.  This time thing is screwing with my head.  You were
going pretty fast though." She couldn't help it.  In fact, she was about to
go on a tirade about how unfair it was that this particular ticket was
being undone.  This one was not undeserved.

   "Yes," Santa said, "but Ned almost always drives carefully which is
impressive at his age.  Besides that, he is very high on my nice list this
year."

   "He's a slacker idiot!" she screamed.  She didn't really know that, but
in all fairness, Ned did look like that.  A moment later, right when her
guard was down, Santa had pulled off that special shirt.  Officer Bux
screamed again, louder.  "NooOOOooOOO!" Her arms crossed over her
impressive chest.

   "Golly!" Ned said.  "Now that's an apology."

   Santa chided her, "You're going to have to let him look, Sandra."

   "No, Santa, not with this one, please!" She saw the stern look, and she
complied, dropping her arms and letting her gorgeous breasts be seen by Ned
and anyone else nearby.

   "Nice badges," Ned said.

   "Write the number down," Santa said.  When Ned just looked close, Santa
corrected him, "Hold it steady while you look."

   "Seriously?"

   Officer Bux whined, "Don't!  DoOon't!" But of course he was holding her
breast as he took in the sight.

   Santa suggested to him, "It would be easier to just take that badge
off." Santa grabbed the corner of one while Sandra's shocked eyes looked
down.  It peeled away, revealing a gorgeous dark pink nipple.  She was
breathing so hard she was afraid she would hyperventilate.  She clasped a
hand possessively over her boob, but Santa pulled it away.  Ned took a
couple minutes to write that badge number down.  He read a single digit,
looked at that totally bare titty, wrote the next digit down, looked at her
titty, glanced at the badge again, glanced at her titty, and so on until he
was done.  Then he got daring enough to take hold of that bare breast,
fondling with enthusiasm.  He sounded a bit embarrassed himself, but in a
good way as he admitted, "This is the first time I've ever seen real tits.
And I get to cop a feel from a cop.  Awesome."

   She sounded silly when she tried to sound threatening.  "G-g-give me
back my badge now you little creep."

   Ned laughed as he gave her three final squeezes.  Then he carefully
placed the badge back over her precious pink.  "Merry Christmas Officer. 
And thank you, Santa."

   Again the candy smoke made Santa and Bux disappear and reappear in the
car.  She checked herself to make sure her uniform was back on.  Then she
whined, "I can't believe you let that happen."

   "Only one more ticket to undo, Bux."

   "One more?" She shivered.  What was going to happen this time?

   Santa drove them to the last spot where they waited to pull over the
last one.  When she saw the car, Bux almost thought about just running out.
She knew that Santa could just make her reappear where he wanted though, so
she had little choice but to go through with it.  "Santa please, this guy,
Albert, he's my neighbor."

   Santa just smiled his warm smile.  Bux didn't feel warmed by it as all.
She followed him meekly to the window of the car.  Albert glanced out. 
"Sandra and Santa Claus.  What in the world is this about?"

   Santa said, "Can you please step out of the vehicle, sir?"

   "What?  I guess so."

   Then Santa asked, "How many times has Officer Bux pulled you over in the
past year?"

   "Five, I think.  Usually after I've made her mad about something.  Once
it was just because she doesn't like the way my dog barks."

   Bux couldn't help it.  "That mutt yaps all the time!"

   "But you can't pull me over for that!"

   Santa interceded, "Besides, Ripley doesn't bark loud or often."

   "You know my dog's name?" Albert asked.

   "Of course.  He's a good dog, so he's on the nice list, just like you
are.  In fact, here's a special chew toy for him when you get home.  For
now, you get one of your presents early.  Bux is going to apologize for
pulling you over, and then you get to take her clothes off."

   Bux shouted, "WHAT?  No way!  Santa, come on, I see this guy all the
time.  I don't want him to see me naked!"

   Santa shook his head, "Apologize Bux, if you want to keep your g string
on, that is."

   "oooh!  All right!  Albert, I'm sorry that I pulled you over yesterday.
And every other time.  Except maybe for running that light that one time.
All right!  Every time!  I'm a bad cop!  I'm a naughty girl!  And I deserve
to be stripped!  That was a lot of effort, Santa, so can I please keep the
badges on this time?"

   "Ho Ho No!  Albert, give her shirt a good yank.  It'll come right off."

   Albert did as he was told, thoroughly enjoying Bux's shriek and her big
boobs.  "Wow!  Best present ever!" And it wasn't over.  He got to pull off
Bux's pants to see her gorgeous ass.  He even got to peel off the badges on
her breasts to see them completely bare.  Poor, blushing Bux kept putting
her hands over her anatomy, sometimes her tits, sometimes her ass.  She
wasn't allowed to cover though so sometimes Santa and sometimes Albert
would pull her hands away.  Of course Albert got to enjoy a good feel just
like everyone else had.  Bux couldn't even hold still.  She wiggled in
protest as her neighbor fondled her butt and then gave her tits the longest
groping they had ever had.  When it was all over, Albert thanked them both
profusely before they disappeared back into the squad car.

   When Officer Bux reappeared in the car again, she was so angry she was
on the verge of tears.  "Can we go back to the station now?"

   "Certainly."

   "Really?" She hadn't expected that answer, but much to her delight Santa
drove them back.  She felt a great deal of relief as she followed St.  Nick
inside.  She was also grateful to see that the date was right.  She was so
pleased that she just kept following Santa without realizing that she was
going to see her Sergeant.

   Santa greeted Sergeant Olliwitz happily.  The Sergeant was surprised to
see Santa there especially in a police uniform.  "To what do we owe the
honor?"

   "I'm here because of Officer Bux."

   "Oh." Sergeant Olliwitz wasn't happy about that.  Bux got a lot of
breaks because of her looks and the fact that she had an aunt who was a
state senator.  Bux gave him no end of trouble.  There were a lot of
complaints about her behavior, but he couldn't usually do much about it. 
So she was as naughty at the station as she was on the street.  She had to
pay for that too.  Santa wrapped a friendly arm around Bux's waist.  "This
year she'll be making up to you quite a bit."

   "Really."

   Bux realized what was about to happen.  She tried to squirm away, but
she couldn't.  Santa gripped one side of her shirt and snapped it off as he
had before.  Bux shrieked and the Sergeant's eyes bugged out.  Much as he
disliked her, he hadn't ever been able to keep from admiring her
exceptional figure, and now he was seeing more of her than he ever had.

   Bux threw her arms across her stickered tits.  Her jaw quivered.  She
was too wide eyed and frozen with panic to even complain.  To be seen half
naked by strangers was one thing.  Even being bared for her neighbor wasn't
this bad She had to work with this guy.  How could Santa do that to her?

   Sergeant Olliwitz spoke before she could.  He managed to sound almost
indifferent.  "Ya know, Bux, we've always wondered what you wore under that
uniform."

   "NO!" she shouted.  "Santa made me wear these stupid badges!"

   "Really?  Let me see 'em"

   "Hell no!  Go away Sarge!"

   Santa corrected her happily, "Now Bux, you're going to have to do as he
says."

   "No, Santa, please, you don't understand.  I'd just die of shame.  I
can't let the Sarge see me like this.  He'll be undressing me with his eyes
every time he sees me after."

   "You bet I will!  And I do that summa the time anyhow.  Give us a peek,
Bux."

   She whined, "SsSsanta!  Give me back my shirt!"

   Santa was implacable, of course.  He shook his head and gestured that
she was to move her arms.

   Bux had to really consider what she was going to do.  She knew that if
she refused that somehow Santa was just going to force her anyway.  So she
swallowed her pride, took a deep breath and dropped her arms.  There they
were, a wonderful pair of law enforement guns covered only by those shiny
badge stickers.  For a brief moment she almost felt resigned enough with
her partial nudity to feel pride through her forced exposure.  Then Santa
snapped her pants away.  "AAaaAAAAaaAAaa!!" As she had been already, she
was reduced to sexy blue thong, garter, gun belt, hat and pasties.  "OoOH!
Stop staring Sarge!"

   "Nah, can't help it.  Oh hi, Boggs."

   Bux spun in place, horrified to see another cop who had been attracted
by the sound of her scream.  "Get out!  Get out get out get out!"

   Sergeant Olliwitz shrugged.  "Come on in, Boggs.  Say hi to Santa
Claus."

   "Hi." Never once had Boggs's eyes moved or even blinked.  They just
moved up and down that legendary body.  "So what's up with the new uniform?
That what she's gonna wear from now on?"

   "Just for today," Santa said, "so enjoy it while you can."

   "You bet I will."

   Bux screamed again, "Get out get out get out!  Go away!" She covered her
breasts again while she demanded, "Give me back my clothes!  I'm a cop damn
it!  This can't happen to me!"

   The Sergeant was just eating it up.  "Hey, drop those arms, officer. 
And while you're at it, shake those badges for me."

   "Go to hell!"

   Santa reminded her gently, "I told you to do as the Sergeant says."

   Bux and the Sarge both said, "Seriously?" He meant it though, so Bux, in
spite of herself and with watering eyes, put her arms up and wiggled in a
way that set her spectacular bosom bouncing side to side.  The Sergeant was
just glowing with happiness.  "Oh yeah.  I gotta let the rest of the guys
see this.  Come on, Bux."

   "No, Sarge, don't make me do this!  Santa!  Tell him he can't!" But the
Sergeant was already leading Bux by the hand out where the other officers
could appreciate her display.

   "Whoa!" "Check that out!" "What's she wearing?" "Not a whole helluva
lot!" "You weren't at our poker night so how'd you lose your shirt?"

   Sergeant Olliwitz calmed everyone down, "Shut up, you idiots.  Bux here
wants you all to see how talented she is at bouncing."

   Bux clasped her arms across her chest possesively.  "Sarge!  You've made
your point!"

   "Do it, Bux.  Shake those hooters for the fellas."

   Seeing Santa's stern look, the lovely lady officer did as she was told.
She raised up her arms and shook her tits back and forth.  She got cheers
and catcalls and laughter while her fellow officers enjoyed the show. 
There wasn't one that she hadn't insulted or outmaneuvered in the past. 
She was more popular with her barely covered tits than she had been ever
before.  Her jaw quivered as she looked around at everying eyeing her body.
In the next moment Santa had taken the gun belt off of her.  That was a not
a big thing, but somehow, without even that little bit of a loss, she felt
more bare.  It wasn't enough.  Someone shouted, "Take those things off her
tits!"

   That was met with so much loud approval that Sergeant Olliwitz asked
Santa Claus, "Can you do that?  Are we gonna get to see her nipples?"

   Officer Bux stared at him with hatred.  Then she stared at Santa with a
curious expression that begged for mercy.  Santa decided, "First she has to
get on a desk and dance for everyone."

   Bux really didn't want to do that.  To make it worse Santa had said the
word first.  He hadn't decided to let her keep her booby badges.  He just
wanted her to show off first.  "You're not going to let me get out of this,
are you?"

   Santa took her by the hand in a gentlemanly way.  Then he led her to a
desk where she climbed up.  It was like being on stage, but the audience
was on all sides.  No matter which way she turned she was staring at the
greedy eyes of her fellow officers.  She didn't have any choice but to let
them look, but she held perfectly still.  Someone started chanting, "Dance!
Dance!" That was taken up by all the officers.  "Dance!  Dance!  Dance!"

   Bux had had enough.  "No!  You can stare, you pigs, but I'm not dancing
for you!"

   Santa of course had a solution, like he always did.  He snapped his
fingers, and two of his elves came running.  They hopped up on the desk
with Bux and started a silly, cartoonish dance.  Some of the officers
chuckled at the humor of it, but the elves were just starting.  One of them
leaped up and took Bux's hand.  He continued to dance right on thin air,
leading Bux along.  Bux resisted, but moment after moment she moved more
and more.  The magic of the elves' dance compelled her to follow along. 
"What's happening to me?" She started off doing something like a jig, but
with every moment she changed that to a more lascivious stripper style
grind.  "No!  No!  Stop it!  Don't make me do this!" She wiggled and
jiggled and posed and bent over as everyone hoorayed and clapped and
cheered.  As she knelt down for a moment one of the officers put a dollar
bill into her garter.  She screamed in rage, but other officers started
getting dollar bills ready.  Bux continued to dance in spite of herself,
shaking her tits expertly.  Every so often she got down to hand level so
that another tip could be slipped into her garter.  When she did that the
men around her touched her legs and sometimes even her bare butt.

   The tempo of the dance slowed until Bux thought she was almost done. 
Then she realized that it was only half over.  She couldn't stop her own
hands as they moved to her breasts and started peeling away the badge
stickers there.  "No!  NO!  No one look!" Her shouts were hard to hear over
the sudden burst of volume from all of her admirers.  She shrieked with
hard closed eyes as she bared her own tits against her will.  There they
were, the most perfect tits any cop ever had, bouncing and bare for the
entire station.  "Santa!  Please let me get down!"

   She would regret phrasing it that way.  "Certainly Officer Bux." Santa
gently pushed his way through all the happy police men.  He offered a hand
to the humiliated lady cop so that she could step down easily.  Once she
was down though, she was dancing again, right amongst her fellow officers.
"NO!  That's not what I meant!"

   "Great tits, Bux!" "Shake 'em this way sweetie!" "Jiggle jiggle!" "Are
those nipples as hard as they look?" That last question was answered when a
hand took a quick grab of one of Bux's big boobies.

   "NO!  No touching!" But it was too late.  The officers spread out to
give her room, and she danced among them to give each a good look.  Bux had
to exert extreme will power to control her own movements at all.  She did
that to keep as far away from any cop as she could.  Every so often she got
too close and paid the price with a quick titty feel.  Once she had made
the rounds of them all, giving them all a good look, she climbed back up
onto the desk for the grand finale.  For a moment she stood there with an
embarrassed face but a proud pose.  Then she snapped the sides of her thong
and whipped it off.  The shout from the other officers was almost
deafening. Bux would have collapsed if she could have.  She was standing
there not only with her bare ass showing and her legendary tits out.  Her
fine furred, black bush was now the entire department's eye candy.  She let
out a high scream that would have been the envy of an opera singer.

   For the first time you could hear a tone without a trace of defiance. 
"Santa, can I please get dressed now?"

   "Almost, Officer Bux.  Almost.  First I think you need to hand out some
doughnuts."

   "Is that all?  You promise?" She didn't sound demanding or even upset.
She was just hopeful that Santa was going to bring this to an end.

   "You can put your clothes back on once all the doughnuts are handed
out." Santa produced a box of what looked like the most perfect and varied
doughnuts.

   Bux's quivering hands accepted the dougnut box and she stepped to the
nearest officer.  "Here you go, Stan."

   Stan looked the doughnuts over.  While he scratched his chin with one
hand, his other hand copped a feel of Bux's titty.  She winced, but said
nothing.  "Thanks," he said as he took his pick.

   Bux shuddered with closed eyes.  They were all going to do that.  She
carried the box around the room, and every officer accepted a doughnut and
a feel.  Most of them were happy to squeeze a fabulous boob.  Some decided
to give her ass a pat.  A few put their fingers to her bush.  To make it
worse, Bux noticed that the box didn't run out of doughnuts that easily. 
They were replenished magically, so she had to keep handing them out. 
Every officer that managed to finish a doughnut got another.  Even for cops
they ate their doughnuts real fast.  So with much holiday cheer, officer
after officer got a second touch of Bux's naked body.  Everywhere it
counted Bux was touched and fondled again and again.  It wasn't just her
fellow officers either.  She had to give a doughnut to an old man who
wanted to complain about some neighbors.  A trio of punks being busted for
spray painting a building got doughnuts and booby as well.

   In the end, Bux was finally able to put on a uniform.  The Sergeant gave
her a few days off, just to let everyone cool down.  After that Bux became
one of the nicest officers in the station, pleasant and respected.