Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It happened at the Exhibit of Narcissa Foundation, a private art gallery that occasionally put on invitation only displays for wealthy or successful people. Only about sixty people were in attendance when the robbery occurred. The first floor had the display galleries where people in expensive clothes sipped expensive liquor as they studied expensive works by obscure but respected artists. There were two women there though that had a scheme to take some of the more valuable items from a storeroom on the second floor. A robbery there was unthinkable. The security was impossible. Getting around the building wasn't the hard part. Getting out was the trick. Every window was almost unbreakable and even if you could get past the glass, the panes were too small to allow a person to get through and the rest of the windows were unbreakable metal. Every window and every door had an almost impossible alarm to disarm alarm anyway. The only realistic way in and out was the front entrance that was guarded by far too many men to get past. Every other door leading out would be guarded nearly as well and would have an electronic lock that was nearly undefeatable. There were gaps in the security measures that could allow someone access to the restricted areas on other floors, but not to get back out of the building. No one would have expected trouble inside, so the two security guards in the targeted room were surprised when two women entered and held them at gunpoint. They were even more surprised by what the women were wearing. Each had a ski mask and a pair of dark glasses that protected her face. Each was wearing a loose fitting dark sweatshirt and dark gloves along with some sort of dark material wrapped around their feet that kept their shoes from leaving prints. That was it though. They weren't wearing any pants. They weren't wearing any panties. They were bottomless bandits! Without a word, the women made their intentions clear. The guards were disarmed and then bound and gagged with tape. Oddly enough, the women did not blindfold them so the guards were able to get a good look at the thieves. Both of the women had great bodies. That much the guards didn't mind. Each bare butt was wonderfully curved, one small, tight and athletic, the other not big but certainly not small, very rounded with a conspicuous birthmark on the upper part of her left cheek. The smaller butt was accompanied in front by a thick triangle of dark blonde hair. There was a birthmark or a mole on her as well, right at the left corner of her bush. The other woman's bush was reddish brown, also a nice thick triangle. The women went about their job with the ease of either experience or much rehearsal. Without anyone outside that room becoming aware, the bottomless bandits made off with five small but priceless statues. It was not quite an hour before the tied up security guards were discovered. The police were immediately alerted and security tapes were quickly being reviewed. No alarm had gone off and every exit had security cameras on them. No one had left through any unauthorized exit. The security cameras had some poor views of the bandits coming and going from their little heist, just enough to confirm the story that they were fast, efficient and bared from the waist down. Whoever it was that robbing the place was still there! No one was allowed to leave or enter. The police arrived in force and along with the building's security, they began to search the building. The only people there were the employees and the event's patrons. A register had been signed by every guest of the event and they were all accounted for. That meant that the two women who had stolen the goods were now fully dressed and had returned to their place among the art lovers. The approximate height and build of the women took suspicion off of most of the people there. There were eight attractively built women who could be suspects. Sergeant Volynski knew that there was only one way to catch these women. He got on the phone to Judge Irvin and got the warrant he needed. Everyone in the building was rounded up and guided to the main gallery. The Sergeant explained to the crowd, "Folks, we'll have you all out of here as soon as possible. There's been a robbery." Gasps and oh no's. "I'm afraid so. We know the robbers are still here, in the building. So we're going to get everyone who even remotely matches the descriptions provided in order to identify them. Be patient, my officers will escort any possible suspects to another room." Sergeant Volynski oversaw his officers as they picked out every woman in the crowd with a nice figure and led them to another room. Eventually, every woman who could have been involved was there. "Ladies," the Sergeant explained, "I have here a warrant that will allow these men," pointing to the security guards who saw the bandits, "to identify the criminals. I'm going to have to ask you all to comply with some rather unfortunate demands." At this point, he played on a TV screen the grainy security footage of the robbery that showed the bandits' odd exposure. Some of the women were already shocked by what was happening. Some groaned. Some stared with disbelief. This couldn't be happening could it? The Sergeant explained for those who weren't keeping up. "One by one ladies, I'm going to have to ask you to show these two gentlemen your lower bodies." "Bare!?" "Are you kidding?" "All of us?" "I'm sorry. I am, but this has to happen. I know I won't get a volunteer, so I'll pick one of you." He looked at the crowd and could hardly stop his smile. He maintained a veneer of stern officer as he pointed to a sexy twenty three year old red head. He wondered if she was a real red head. "Miss, could I ask you to step forward please?" "M-m-me? Uh, I, uh..." "Miss, don't make this any harder than it has to be." "But, but, but, in front of so many men?" "I assure you we're all going to be supportive and professional about this. No one is here who doesn't have to be. Officer Jones there is only here to record the conversation." The cop with the typewriter looked up and gave a little wave and then looked back down as though he were unconcerned. He made certain to position himself for a good look though. "Officers Hardy, Williams and Tremont are required for security, there are several of you and at least two are criminals. Officer Hibbard will be taking your information. Please have your identification ready for him. Mister Goldwin and Mister Shirk are the witnesses. Officer Mint will take the photos." "Photos!?," the red head was almost breathless as she said it. "When the case goes to trial, they'll be necessary as evidence. Don't worry. The only copies will be put in a locked evidence cage and after the trial they will all be destroyed." This was mostly true. The part about the only copies being evidence was a lie. Every officer present would be given copies on the sly. She was trembling by now. Officer Hibbard was next to her and she was getting her driver's license out for him. Once her shaking hand had passed it over, she implored, "Please don't make me do this! Please. Please! Please. Please?" The cold, yet sympathetic look from Sgt. Volynski told her to get on with it. Officer Hibbard wrote down her information as Volynski instructed her, "All right Miss, if you would lift your dress to your waist please." Every male became visibly interested as she tried to maintain her calm. She did as she was told, raising her skirt up. She had on dark panty hose and underneath that, white panties. Volynski told her, "Keep that dress up, but drop the underwear please." "I-I-I, I'll have a little trouble doing both." She was about to let go of her dress to have at least a moment more of dignity before her exposure. Officer Hardy took the opportunity to set an entertaining precedent. "I'll help you with that then." He strode to her before she could protest and reached for her waist. "You just hold that up." Somehow he managed not to smile as he slid her undergarments down, getting a great, up close look at her beautiful, well trimmed little triangle of dark bush. He moved aside to let the witnesses and everyone else get a good look. She blushed furiously as her little dark triangle and her smooth shaved pussy lips were ogled by all the men. Volynski had hoped for a natural red head but he couldn't be disappointed by this. Goldwin and Shirk were both careful to have a look of uncertain concentration as though they were making certain that her pussy matched neither of the bandits. A glance told them both that it wasn't her, but they still wanted more than a just a glance. They took a couple steps forward and kept staring as the poor young lady turned her head to the side, trying not to see everyone that was seeing her. Seeing the witnesses' indecision, Sergeant Volynski offered them some help. "Miss, if you would stand with your legs a bit apart please. Thank you." It was a beautiful sight that brought them no closer to finding the criminals and every male was grateful for that. Seven more pussies remained to be examined. First though, Officer Mint stepped forward with his camera. Miss Faraday squawked a bit as he knelt down to get into photographing position. He took his time lining up his shot and focusing, then Click! Click! Click! He took a few photos for records and souvenirs. She dropped her dress and was about to return to the other women, but Volynski wasn't satisfied yet. "Turn around if you would." "What?" "The gentlemen got a good look at the ladies from behind as well, so please, turn around." She stuttered a word that never got formed, then turned her back to them. Volynski ordered, "Officer Hardy, lift her dress please." Hardy happily complied and put the woman's lovely, tight little bare butt on display. It didn't match the butt of either bandit, but of course Goldwin and Shirk made a show of thinking very hard about it as they got in a good long look. Officer Mint snapped a couple pictures of that pretty ass, getting two different angles. After that, he took a shot of her face and then full body so that the lower body could be matched for later identification. Then she was free to step away. The officers had her put on the other side of the room to keep her separate from the other women, as though they might forget who had already gone. Next, Volynski selected a sultry, dark haired thirty eight year old. Officer Hardy led her by the hand to the middle of the room. She stared around defiantly as though daring them to order to bare herself. Volynski sounded so terribly polite when he asked her, "Would you lift your dress please?" "I want a lawyer." "You're not under arrest." "You can't do this!" "I'm afraid that I can. I have a warrant to that effect. Don't put yourself at risk." "What?" "Defying the warrant is the same as defying a court order. That's interfering with police business and obstruction of justice." "You're joking!" "I hate to have to ask you to do this, but I am going to ask just one more time. Lift your dress." She stared dumbfounded for a moment but she complied. She maintained her derisive stare at all the men who looked her over as her stockings, garter belt and panties came into view. "Officer Hardy, pull the panties down please." Hardy almost said, `With pleasure,' but he restrained himself. He slipped her expensive lingerie down. Everyone was more than pleased at the nice, not quite narrow triangle of dark bush. It was trimmed so that it wasn't long but wasn't quite short. She put her legs apart without waiting to be told. She gave a fuming glare at Officer Mint as he got into position with his camera. Her anger broke into red faced mortification as she realized that there were now, in the hands of strangers, photographs of her pussy. "Can I turn around now?" "Well," Officer Volynski asked the witnesses. The two security guards got a step or two closer and took several moments. She stared away from everyone as she was forced to keep her dress up as the men all stared. "It's not her I don't think," Goldwin said. "Still," Volynski stated almost blandly, "the warrant requires the rear view as well. If you would," he gestured to the blushing lady. She turned in place, dropping her dress. Officer Hardy wasted no time lifting up the back of it, showing everyone her nice, nice, big and very round butt. The camera clicked a few times and she was allowed to recover. Next, Volynski pointed to a lovely young lady with almost sparkling blue eyes and very light brown hair in a very expensive coif. Those blue eyes were entirely worried as she stepped from the group and got ready. She closed her eyes hard as she tried to calm herself. Volynski asked her, "Do you want to start with the front or the back?" "What? Oh. Uh..." She trembled at the thought of having to make a decision like that. "The back I guess." She turned nervously and looked over shoulder at them as Officer Hardy lifted her dress. She had a very skimpy thong on, so there was no need to pull it down right away. Her incredibly pert young ass wasn't covered at all as Goldwin and Shirk stared (along with everyone else). Officer Mint took his photos and a tear rolled down each of the poor girl's cheeks. She turned and gave a pleading look as she asked, "They didn't say it was me! Do I really have to do this?" "I've already explained this miss. Lift your dress." She complied shakingly. The front of the thong was insubstantial enough that everyone knew that there was very little bush to cover. Officer Hardy couldn't quite keep a small grin from his face as he hooked his thumbs under those strings and pulled them down. As he stood, Hardy took the chance to give the order, "Put your legs apart a bit please." She did have just a little patch of light brown bush but there wasn't any to cover her sexy little pussy lips. Goldwin and Shirk stared and got up close and thought. The little brunette trembled as she looked up at the ceiling. Then at the other women. Then at the floor. Then at Goldwin and Shirk. Then she shouted with both resentment and shame, "You can tell it wasn't me!!" "She's right," Shirk said thoughtfully as he stepped back. His eyes never left her lips though. She was about to drop her dress but Officer Mint stepped up with his camera and she glared through her moistened eyes again. Click! Click! Click! The woman that was chosen next was about forty. She was tall, elegant and rather stern in her sharp beauty. Once Volynski pointed to her, her head rose up and she threw him a defiant glare. "No." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. I said no. I'm not going to do this." "Ma'am, I have a warrant. If you don't comply--" "I don't give a damn for your warrant!" She started in on a tirade that she had been rehearsing in her head. Volynski could see that he would never convince her to do this willingly. He almost wished that he wasn't going to enjoy this. He motioned to two of the other officers and together the three of them pulled her away from the other women. "Stop! Get your hands off me!" She struggled, but was unable to break free. Volynski himself snapped a pair of handcuffs on her. Her protests took on a desperate whine, "Please! No! Don't do this to me!" Volynski and Tremont held her arms while Hardy stooped down for his dress lifting duties. She had stopped struggling but her pleading continued as the hem of her dress moved up her lovely legs. Tremont took the hem once it was up past her panties. She was quiet now except for loud, panic breaths. Hardy calmly went about the business of pulling down her hose and underwear, revealing a nice classic triangle, light brown and trimmed short. All the men took in the sight gratefully as Goldwin and Shirk took their time making up their minds about whether or not she matched the suspects. "Nope. Not her." She stared down at her own exposed anatomy as the pictures were taken. "Turn her around," Volynski said. Meek now, the lady didn't even need them to hold her place. They just nudged her arms so that her cuffed hands wouldn't be in the way as her butt was bared. The shape wasn't too far off from one of the bandits, but there was no birthmark and besides, the bush was all wrong. Still, like with every lovely sight so far, the security guard witnesses took their time deciding. Once the photos were taken, Volynski uncuffed her. She sidled off to the other side of the room and stared at her shoes. Volynski turned a hard stare to the other women. "Am I going to have any more trouble like this?" A chorus of No Sirs sounded and the next woman was chosen. She was dark haired and maybe thirty two with a very refined appearance that was wonderfully marred by her apprehension. She took her place while averting her eyes from all the staring, warrant empowered voyeurs. "C-can I start with the back?" "Certainly," Volynski said. She turned and raised her hem up to her waist. She had on magnificent dark stockings and garter belt along with an insubstantial thong that let everyone enjoy her very well rounded cheeks. Shirk and Goldwin checked her out closely and one commented to the other, "Can't be her, there's no birthmark." This was necessary since she resembled the body type of one of the bandits. Still, she was made to turn around and bare her pussy. Holding her skirt with head turned to the side and lower lip trembling, she didn't quite protest when Hardy pulled her underwear down. She was completely shaved. A few smiles couldn't be helped as the men took in the inspiring sight. Her pussy lips had that slightly raised round fullness. They were close together but just a little bit of pink was evident if you looked real close. With gratitude in their voices, Shirk and Goldwin both absolved the woman, "Can't be her." Once photos were taken of her smooth pussy, her dress was dropped and she walked to the other side of the room with a great amount of disdainful pride. By now none of the officers could completely hide their entertainment. None of the smiles were evident for more than a moment but it was still clear. This only made it that much harder for the next woman chosen. She was a fair skinned blonde with a slender figure but somewhat ample breasts. Her cleavage would have been the most distracting thing in the world if all the men present weren't so intent on her lower body. Volynski asked her politely, "Back or front first?" Giving him a nasty look she mumbled, "Back," and turned around. Hardy lifted her dress for her. Without being told, she held it up herself once it was high enough. Everyone admired the sculpted curves of her calves and thighs. Then Hardy pulled her panties down to her knees. Not too terribly small, her butt had a marvelous, tight muscular quality. Shirk and Goldwin knew at once that she wasn't one of the bandits. To be sure of course, Volynski had her turn around and her dress was lifted again. She was a natural blonde. Shirk commented, "One of the bandits was also a real blonde but this bush is lighter. And there's not as much of it." "Can I drop my dress then?," she fumed. "Photos first," Volynski answered and Officer Mint gladly took his shots of her blonde beaver while she glared. Only two women remained. Officer Volynski had to put some thought into this. He knew that these women had to be the bandits but how had he managed to save them for last? He walked to his witnesses and held a whispered conversation, "Do these women look like the bandits?" "We can't tell yet." "Look, you're gonna get a good look at both of them regardless, but from what you can tell, right now, do these look like the right women?" Shirk and Goldwin thought hard and tried to match the evening gowned women with the half dressed criminals they had seen before. "The, uh, hair color is wrong. The bandits were a blonde and a sort of between red and brown hair." "Maybe these women have dyed their hair. Ignore hair color and answer according to body type." "The one with the dark hair could be I guess. The one with the lighter hair, she's a bit too big." "These are the only possible women left! Tell me they're the bandits." "But," neither of the security guards had realized that they were running out of suspects. "Uh..." They didn't have any intelligent answer of course. Volynski was almost too mad to enjoy the end of this line up. He waved over the slender dark haired beauty that the guards had said might be a bandit. She stepped over timidly. Volynski didn't even offer a choice. Butt first this time. "Turn around." With a hard swallow, she turned around and looked over her shoulder nervously. Her short dark hair and impeccable gown gave her a look of extraordinary elegance that the officers couldn't wait to efface. Officer Hardy lifted her gown slowly to enhance the drama and her embarrassment. Her long, lovely, lean legs were spectacular in light blue stockings. "Take the dress," he said to her and she looked down at him with trembling eyes as she held up her dress to make easier the job of baring her body. Hardy slipped her panties down and gave an involuntary grin at the nice little round heinie. He stepped away so that it could be seen by the witnesses. "Could be one of them," Shirk whispered and Goldwin concurred. It could very easily match the athletic little ass they had seen during the robbery. A couple pictures were clicked and she was instructed to turn around. A little quiver to her jaw gave her lovely face a delightfully vulnerable expression. She lifted the front of her dress and shut her eyes tight to avoid seeing the stares directed at her pussy. There were a few audible mutters of pleasure at the sight. Her adorable little lips were shaved clean. Goldwin and Shirk were taken aback and it took a few seconds for them to make up their minds to the obvious conclusion. "Can't be." Goldwin explained, "The bandits had plenty of hair." She was about to drop her dress but then Officer Mint stepped in front of her with his camera again. Click! Click! The last woman had already been pretty much cleared by the witnesses. Volynski shook his head, wondering what he should do next. He had to have this woman looked over just to be thorough and avoid any accusation of preferential treatment. He waved her over. Everyone was sorry that they wouldn't get to see those big, beautiful tits. She turned in place, silently dignified and everyone admired the curves of her body from behind. Officer Hardy gladly took up his task of lifting the woman's gown. It took a bit of doing since it was a rather tight dress. Despite her size, she had an amazing figure so sliding his hands up those wonderful legs brought an involuntary smile to Hardy's face. The dress slid up over her nice big butt and Hardy stepped aside so that everyone could see. "Drop the panties lady," Volynski ordered her. They slid down and now everyone could see the delightful tan lines on the cheeks that were rather firm given their volume. Shirk and Golwin took in the sight happily but shook their heads at Volynski. Officer Mint clicked his pictures. Then, supressing a loud swear, Volynski told her, "Turn around now. Let them see the front." She did as she was told and the look on her face now defied the grave pride that she had just before her body was bared. Her eyes were wide with nervousness and moist with the beginnings of tears. Her mouth was turned down in a sour pout. She didn't even wait to be told. She lifted the front of her dress to show them her short trimmed, light brown bush encased in a lovely tan line. The security guards looked real close even though they could tell immediately, "It's not her." With a couple more camera clicks, the ordeal was over for the women. Volynski was fuming. He barked into a walkie talkie, "Have you turned anything up in the building?" "Nothing yet." "Search carefully. The suspects are not here. They have to be somewhere else in the building." This of course was only if the robbers hadn't somehow gotten outside. This was so unlikely, that Volynski didn't even consider it. He just had his men comb the place over for two female criminals. The search was doomed to failure. No one would put it together. The bandits were here in the same room and had already been cleared by the witnesses. Their disguise had fooled the hapless security guards so totally that they would be able to walk away with all the other innocent women in the room. The hardest part of their scheme had been the practice necessary to quickly remove all of their bush without leaving any traces of the shaving. The security guards had seen two thick bushes but afterward they had seen smooth pussies that couldn't have committed the crime. The now eliminated bush had even been dyed so that it wouldn't match their natural hair colors. That along with a couple of fake birthmarks ensured the bandits' freedom. Their embarrassment had been very real, especially in the face of the unexpected photos but it would all be worth it after a few weeks when they would return to the museum and quietly retrieve the ill gotten gains they had stashed. The bare bottomed humiliation of several trophy wives and girlfriends had been an extra little perk.