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 "How many are in there?"

   "How many women or how many hotties?"

   This discussion took place between two police officers, one of them
being the local police chief.  A string of arrests had the attention of all
the cops.  The town was not a small one but was certainly not a big one. 
It was however on a major highway route and people traveling through were
prime targets for traffic violations.  This week had given the police the
opportunity to arrest several highly attractive women for a variety of
offences.  Drugs found in a couple cars, outstanding warrants in a couple
cases, far too much over the legal blood alcohol limit for another.  Right
now there was a bevy of beauties in the holding cells and the chief wanted
to know exactly how many.

   "Eight," Ernie said to Chief Ardon.

   "Eight?  That's more than enough.  Get me Ed's Nocturnal Funhouse on the
phone will you?"

   "How's that, Chief?"

   "Do it." He was already supremely entertained by his plan to gather
extra police funding.  He'd dreamed this up years ago, knowing full well
that he would never likely get the chance to put it into effect.  He had
waited for this day all the same though and now it was here.  The event he
had in mind would support his favorite local business and, with their
percentage of the ticket sales, would provide a good amount of revenue for
his department.  Once he had Ed on the phone, he talked it over at length.
Ed, of course, was only too happy to host the first ever `Police Enforced
Wet T Shirt Contest'.

   Having the venue set up, he had his officers gather all the recent sexy
arrests so that he could make the offer to them all.  "Ladies.  I'm happy
to tell you that you are all being given the chance to leave the
hospitality of our town without even a trial.  Sound good?" Murmurs of
excited approval sounded from all the lovely women.  "I thought you'd like
that.  We're going to have a little contest, a public contest, and whoever
wins will be set free.  I've already got Judge Henderson's agreement that
he'll throw out the arrest of the winner.  Second place prize will be, and
I can guarantee this, the judge is a very close personal friend of mine,
the minimum sentence for her crime if she plea bargains."

   "What do we have to do?," one of the more suspicious women asked.

   "What we have in mind is a wet t shirt contest at a local night club."

   "What!?," several of them said.

   "Of course you could refuse to take part.  In that event, not only would
you lose the possibility of winning your freedom, you would earn the ill
will of our court."

   "You can't control the jury," one proudly defiant voice said.

   "True, but I can give word to the judge.  Do you really want the judge
of your imminent trial as your personal enemy?" This conversation went on a
bit.  The point was made though and no one wanted to refuse.  None of the
women were happy at being displayed publically, on stage, for a pack of
drooling men, but none of them could refuse.

   The time was set and the following day, all of the girls, handcuffed,
were driven out in patrol cars to Ed's Nocturnal Funhouse.  There were
already men there to see the event, word having been spread rapidly.  A few
hours went by as the girls were led to the dressing room and provided with
outfits.  A pair of revealing shorts and very thin white shirts.  By the
time the contest was about to start, the place was packed.  The girls could
hear the crowd outside as Ed explained the rules, a pair of smiling
officers with him.  "This contest will take place in three rounds.  Your
names will be pulled out of a hat at random for each round.  Once your name
is read, you get on stage, get soaked down and do your thing.  On stage,
anything goes.  You can't get disqualified.  Judge Henderson himself is the
judge of the contest.  That only seemed fair.  The main thing he'll take
into account is crowd response, so make 'em yell!"

   After that, the ladies were all escorted to the area near the stage
where they were to wait.  Ed had made sure that the girls could see the
stage from there so that anything one might do, the others would have to
duplicate if they wanted to win.  "Are you all ready!," Ed said into a
microphone and the crowd shouted in happy response.  "Are you ready for the
first ever Police Enforced Wet T Shirt Contest at Ed's Nocturnal Funhouse?"
Another eager round of shouts.  "Well then, lets not waste a lot of time.
First, let's have a big round of applause for our dear boys in blue and the
entertainment they've provided tonight." The police in town had never felt
so popular.  "Now then, I'll give up the stage to the night's first lady."
His hand dug into a hat and pulled out a slip of paper.  "Missy!  Missy are
you ready to start us off?"

   The lady in question was behind a barrier so the crowd couldn't see her,
but Ed and the rest of the staff could.  There were also a few officers
nearby to provide support and it was needed.  Missy stared in dread as she
realized that she wasn't just going on stage, she was going to be first! 
She threw up her hands and shook her head, not able to make herself heard
over the crowd.  Ed insisted, "Come on up Missy!  Don't be shy!" One of the
officers walked around the barrier and grabbed her arm.  He said firmly,
but with no anger, "You got to get up there or you gotta go back to the
station.  You want to go to jail?"

   "But, but, but," despite her protests, she let him pull her out and
guide her up the stairs.  There she was on stage, with an attentive crowd
of men staring at her.  Ed pointed the way to a little wading pool set up
for her to stand in.  Then two of the staff came over with ice cold
pitchers of water that they poured over her top.  She shrieked at the
unexpected freeze.  Then one of them took her hand and in an almost
gentlemanly way, led her to center stage.  Her top was so soaked and the
white material was so thin that her nipples, (cold enhanced nipples!) may
not have been bared, but weren't hidden either.  She didn't know what to
do. She felt her knees weaken and her stomach tumble as she looked out at
them all.  She knew there was going to be an audience, but there were so
many!  She looked out at them, all smiling eagerly, then she looked down at
herself.  Now she realized just how exposed her nice, dark pink nipples
were.  She panicked and threw her hands on her breasts.  "H-how long do I
have to stay up here?," she asked Ed.

   "At least half a minute but no more than three.  Give 'em a little
dance."

   "O-Oh!" She turned back to the crowd and tried her best to give some
decent bump and grind.  Her moves were rather ridiculous but her body was
nice enough to keep the men happy, especially when, near the end of her
show, she worked up the nerve to move her hands and let them ogle her see
through shirt.

   "A big round of applause for Missy!  And now our next lady will be..."
he pulled out another name, "Randi!  Randi are you ready?"

   Randi got up on stage with a sour look as she avoided looking at the
audience.  She was a hardbody type, very fit and muscular legs, great
belly, very taut breasts, just barely above the small size range.  The men
were already making noise.  The cold water hit her and she shrieked.  She
stepped out of the little wading pool and looked out at the men staring at
her.  Big mistake.  Just being in front of this audience would panic her.
To do it in these short shorts and a wet little top was mortifying.  The
men stared at her breasts, but her petite, very light pink nips were hard
to see through the top even with it that wet.  For twenty seconds, she just
stood there without moving.  Finally, she turned around to keep from seeing
them all.  She couldn't bring herself to perform but it wasn't entirely
disappointing to see the little bit of each cheek that was below those
shorts.  Ed had her off the stage as quick as he could once he was sure
that was all they would see.

   "Celia!  Celia, come on up!" Celia was the oldest of the women in the
group.  A spectacularly sexy thirty nine year old who had a no nonsense
look to her.  She ignored the crowd as she was soaked down and as she took
center stage.  When she looked out at all the men looking at her in that
outfit that was skimpier than anything she would ever ordinarily wear, her
face turned from merely stern to chilling.  Her cold stare would have
withered one man or even a few maybe but this mob was getting restless,
wanting a better show.  Someone shouted to her, "Show us your tits!" This
was supported by a few other men.  "Tits!  Tits!" "Take it off!" "Show your
tits!" This became a chant.  Everyone in the place was yelling excitedly,
"Show your tits!  Show your tits!" Celia, who had managed to keep up a
strong front, started to show her embarrassment now.  In response to their
demand, she put her hands over her nipples and looked away until her turn
was over.  Once Ed let her pass, she stormed back down to where the other
girls waited and ordered them all, "No one show them anything!  Keep your
tits covered the whole time.  Don't give the bastards the satisfaction."

   "Good idea," another girl said.  "If none of us do it, then none of us
will have to."

   If only this could have been adopted by all the girls.  The next lady
called was Adrienne.  As she passed, Celia reminded her, "Just keep
covered." Adrienne answered her, "To hell with that!  I'm gonna get out of
jail no matter what I have to do!" The women pleaded with sudden panic,
"You can't!" "If you give anything up then we'll have to!" "Please!"

   Adrienne pushed past them, ready to make good on her promise.  Saying it
was easier than doing it though.  Blonde, curly haired Adrienne walked her
slender self across the stage and got wet as was required.  Once she had to
face the crowd though, she was uncertain.  There were so many people
watching her!  She tried to dance a little but unconvincingly.  The girls
waiting for the stage breathed a sigh of relief as Adrienne's hesitancy was
so obvious.  Then she grabbed the bottom of her top.  The men went wild. 
The sudden surge of noise sent a chill down Adrienne's spine and she let go
of her top, unable to follow through.  She was shivering now just enough
for everyone to appreciate it.  The crowd felt no sympathy though.  They
wanted their lusts satisfied.  "Show Your TITS!  Show Your TITS!  Show Your
TITS!" Adrienne turned to face them directly again and grabbed the bottom
of her top a second time.  Slender though she was, her tits were a real
pair of jugs, not terribly big, but with a very, very round fullness that
made them seem so on her otherwise slim frame.  The audience had to see
them, so again the chant became a cacophany of happy bellows.  Adrienne
held that pose for several seconds, working up the nerve.  Then she put one
hand over her own eyes and lifted her top with a loud squeal that was
drowned out to everyone but those closest to the stage.  One boob popped
out, then the other.  Her tits were beautiful, with an almost impossibly
round shape.  The audience loved her for it and the sound made that clear.
Having followed through on her promise, she recovered after just a second
or two and then went scurrying off the stage.

   "Shana and Melissa!" Two girls made their way through as one of the
others complained, "Hey!  How come you get to go on together?"

   "Because we were arrested together!" On stage the sexy duo looked out at
the crowd and wished they hadn't.  Melissa gave a visible shudder and Shana
turned away from the crowd.  As they got to the little pool, Shana whined,
"I didn't think it was going to be this well lit!  It's a night club! 
Whoever heard of a well lit nigh-Yi-Yi-YII!!" The chilling water on her
chest stopped her.  Melissa was next and she also yelped as the cold hit
her.  The two girls took center stage looking more at each other than at
the happy crowd.  Shana pointed, "Melissa!  They can see right through
these!" Both girls put their hands over their chests to conceal their
nipples.

   The crowd started chanting, "Show your tits!  Show your tits!  Show your
tits!" Melissa looked nervously at her friend, "Are we really going to do
this?" They had agreed as they walked on stage to give a flash but...  Even
though Shana complained about how much they showed, wearing these wet tops
wasn't near as bad as baring their breasts completely.  Shana told her
friend, "W-we h-have to!  I don't want to go to j-jail!" They stood there
though, frozen in place trying to work up the courage.  The chanting of the
audience made it harder with every moment.  Still, Shana, after a few deep
breaths, managed to lift her top for almost half a second.  The crowd
cheered loudly but that died down as quickly as she recovered.  "Melissa!
Your turn!"

   Melissa was stunned that Shana had actually done that.  She stared out
at the crowd, still holding her wet tits.  "I-I-I can't!  Oh, Shana, I'm
sorry but I can't!" The two argued for the rest of their time on stage but
Melissa remained both shaky and adamant.  She wouldn't stoop to
exhibitionism for her freedom.

   As the pair of arguing felons ambled off stage, Ed called out the next
name, "Talia!  Can we get Talia up here!" A nice looking blonde with a
very, very ample pair of tits made her way up.  She had a swagger to her
walk as the crowd shouted in anticipation of her performance.  Her tits
attracted attention everywhere from a great distance all the time and she
knew it.  So she was hardly embarrassed.  Yet.  She took her place in the
little pool and a pitcher of ice water poured down her front as she let out
a yipe at the unexpected cold.  A second pitcher followed and now, suddenly
shivering from the icy water, she was a bit uncertain as she stepped out to
center stage.  There were so many men here blatantly ogling her body!  Even
a woman with a figure like this wasn't used to this kind of attention.  She
had already resolved to give them a flash or two but could she?  She didn't
dance.  She took to posing in provocative ways (though she kept covering
her wet nipples) as she worked up the courage to go bare.  "Show your tits!
Show your tits!  Show your tits!" This was unreal!  She couldn't do it. 
The more they shouted, the more she cringed.  She turned her back to the
crowd, unable to face it.  She couldn't give up her tits, but maybe they'd
be satisfied with this?  She grabbed her shorts and peeled them down to mid
thigh.  The outfits they were given included the things they were to wear
underneath.  It was a very insubstantial thong that may as well almost not
have existed from behind.  The crowd went wild at the sight of her nice,
firm, round butt.  It would have been oversized on a woman with a more
modest figure but on her it was wonderful and the audience let her know it.
Talia couldn't believe she was putting her bare ass on display for over a
hundred men!  The shock was worse than the ice had been.  Suddenly she slid
her shorts back up.  The moment they were back on, she trotted off stage,
big tits bouncing all the way.

   "And finally," Ed announced, "we have Crissy!" A wonderful redhead with
very, very curly and very long hair stormed on stage, furious that this was
happening.  She pushed past Ed, grumbling something at him as she made her
way to get watered down.  "Sorry about that folks!," Ed said with a
chuckle. "It's Crissia, not Crissy.  Wouldn't want to take anything from
her.  Except of course for her clothes and her dignity." The crowd burst
into laughter but Crissia didn't acknowledge it.  She was refusing to look
at them, knowing that if she did, her resolve might break.  She strutted to
center stage on long lithe legs.  She shut her eyes, lifted her head and
then raised her top to let them all see a great pair of tan lined mediums
with big nipples above a very toned tummy.  The crowd went wild of course.
She opened her eyes and when she saw the audience looking at her, she
promptly pulled her top back down.  Was she really doing this?  She turned
her back on the audience blushing so hard that she could feel the warmth of
it even through the coldness of the ice water that had been poured on her.
She took a few deep breaths, reminded herself that a prison sentence
awaited, and pulled her shorts down.  She could hear the shouts of a happy
crowd and she could also hear the groans and complaints of the other girls.
She got a slight smile at that and turned back around, eyes closed again.
By now the audience was taking up the chant, "Take it off!  Take it off! 
Take it off!" She managed to tune out the shouts enough that to her they
just sounded like loud noise.  Then, after a few seconds of painful
deliberation, she gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up and over
her head.  She was topless in a moment and to keep herself from putting it
back on, she dropped the soaked shirt.  The audience got louder than it had
yet, and Crissia, despite her attempts to remain in her own little world,
opened her eyes and looked out.  Dozens of strangers, lustful, shouting
strangers, were staring at her bare breasts.  Her eyes got wider than the
crowds' and she took a few panic breaths before letting out a shrill shriek
as she clasped her hands over her tits.  She scampered off the stage,
leaving a happy mass of men behind her.  "Give a big round of applause for
all the ladies!," Ed said.  "It's time for round two!  Think the girl's
will show a little more skin?  Let's find out." Ed reached a hand into the
hat that held all the names again.  He pulled one out and unfolded it.  He
eyed the area where the girls agonized.  Which name would he call out?

   "Adrienne!  Adrienne, get on up here!  Fellas, give the lady a hand! 
She was the first to give you some tit.  Do you want to see them again?"

   "Show your tits!  Show your tits!  Show your tits!"

   Adrienne staggered up the steps.  It was true, she had already flashed
the crowd, but it made this harder, not easier.  She knew she would have to
do it again.  What's more, she would have to give a better look at her
gems. She was trying to settle her nerves as the pitchers of ice cold water
were poured onto her chest.  All of a sudden, she moved with confidence. 
It was just an act.  She felt as though she were ready to collapse, looking
out at the crowd and hearing them chant.  She knew her resolve was about to
break, so she turned her back on them.  Then, before she could chicken out,
she pulled her shirt up and off.  Again, she didn't trust herself, so she
threw it over her shoulder to the crowd.  Topless now, she turned back
around with her hands clasped tightly over her beautiful tits.  The crowd
was cheering and clapping but the chant went on.  "Show your tits!  Show
your tits!  Show your tits!" She strutted back and forth as she reminded
herself that jail time awaited if she didn't swallow her pride.  Coming to
a sudden stop that revealed how much she was shaking, she took a few deep
breaths and threw her arms up.  The lecherous audience went wild at the
sight of her incredible, round, round, round boobies.  With much effort,
she took another walk back and forth, showing off her tits.  Then she
couldn't take any more and she had to run off the stage as fast as she
could.

   Missy was next.  In round one she had gone first.  Now she was second
but she had Adrienne to follow up.  Missy trembled a bit as she got on
stage.  Then she was watered down of course and the icy water only made it
all harder.  Soaked, shivering and ashamed, she knew what she was about to
do and she hated herself for it.  Despite the expression of extreme
distaste, she raised her arms and waved for applause.  She got some but not
enough.  She pointed at her wet tits, where her nice nipples were already
rather visible through the shirt.  As she gestured for more noise, she got
it.  Then, as fast as she could while she still had the courage, she lifted
her top.  The crowd's volume let her know how much they loved her tanned
knockers.  Missy was tan all over and it suited her.  Her boobs were the
kind that pointed straight forward.  Both of the dark pink nipples stared
straight ahead of her on a pair of well shaped mediums.  She put her hands
on them and the crowd noise lessened.  There were even some boos, so she
made like it was part of the show.  Her hands slipped underneath her boobs
and she bounced them.  This brought back the crowd's enthusiasm, though she
blushed even more than before.  Her top slipped back down with the motion
and she had to raise it again to put her body on display.  "Oh my god!  I
can't believe I'm doing this!"

   Ed told her, "We love you for it though, Missy.  Are you gonna show us
your ass?"

   "What?  NO!" She'd had enough.  Her pride, though seriously bruised,
reasserted itself.  She clapped her hands onto her tits, then roughly
pulled her top back down over them.  "You pig!" Then to she flipped off the
audience.  "You're all pigs!  You perverts!  Why are you doing this to us?"
Her rage didn't turn the crowd off.  In fact, the cheers and laughter made
her feel even more powerless than before.  As though her anger wasn't even
worth noting, Ed said into his microphone, "That's Missy!  Thank you Missy!
Now, let's get Shana and Melissa up here again!"

   Two nervous girls returned to stage.  Shana went, if not easily then at
least deliberately.  Melissa needed encouragement.  Besides having her
friend tugging on her hand, a couple of the cops who were always near the
stage went around and walked behind her.  It was clear, both to Melissa and
the other women who were waiting, that at this point they were going to be
forced on stage whether they wanted to go or not.  So, slowly, Melissa
allowed her friend and the officers behind her (one of which took a few
pats of her pretty bottom) to urge her up the steps.  The crowd of course
was more than happy to see the girls again.  Melissa turned away from them,
whispering to Shana, "I can't do this!  I'm sorry, but I can't!" "What? 
You have to!  We'll go to jail if you don't!" The crowd was chanting for
tits again and Shana gave them another quick flash, though it made her
fingers tremble to lift her shirt.  She demanded, then pleaded, "Melissa!
Just give a quick flash!  Come on!  Please!" Melissa turned around, but
when she saw all the eyes on her, she froze.  Shana turned furious.  She
had already given up her own tits twice now.  She crept around her friend.
With a quick motion, Shana yanked Melissa's top up and refused to let go.
"What!  NO!  Shana!  STOP!  Stop it!" The crowd was loving the show. 
Melissa's tits weren't as big or as firm as her friend's but the way she
squirmed as she tried to recover made them jiggle and jiggle some more. 
Melissa broke free after a few seconds and pulled her top back down but
their time on stage wasn't up yet.  So when Melissa tried to run, the two
officers that had herded her on stage stopped her.  Shana turned mean
seeing that.  "Hold her for me!" The officers did as they were asked, each
grabbing one of poor Melissa's arms.  Shana made quick work of sliding her
unfortunate friend's shorts down and revealing a spectacularly cute little
ass.  Hearing the roar of the crowd, Shana said loudly, "Turn her around!"
Standing there with her shorts around her ankles, arms held in place,
Melissa pleaded, "Shana no!  Please!" But it was no good, Shana lifted that
top a second time.  Again the crowd went wild.  Shana, still in fear of
prison time, lifted her own top as well shouting, "Who's are better?" It
was impossible to say.  That first unwilling exposure had been marked by
booby bounce.  Holding still though, the crowd fell in love with Melissa's
boobs as much as they had with Shana's.  Shana's had an oval firmness that
made them seem so very full.  Melissa's may not have had quite the altitude
or resilience, but they still had an artistic, modest kind of beauty that
was well punctuated by her little pink pointers.  Making her face even a
little redder, the cop that had put his hand on her walking to the stage
now took his chance for a real good jiggling grab of her bare butt.  When
Shana started walking away, they let Melissa go and she covered up with
record speed before vanishing back into the waiting area.

   The audience was bursting with laughter after that last performance, but
the women all experienced a deep dread.  There was no escaping this. 
"Celia!  Time to return to the stage!" She tried to move, but her legs
locked in place.  "No.  Not me." Knowing that she had to go sooner or later
didn't make it easier to get on with it.  Again, Ed shouted, "Celia!  Are
you coming?" Knowing that she would be escorted up willing or not, she
staggered on up the steps.  Ed's friendly smile horrified her.  "Let's try
to give a better show this time.  I think the men deserve a bit more skin.
Don't you?" Celia of course didn't answer, but the crowd shouted out a mass
of affirmatives.  She almost didn't feel the cold of the water as she was
soaked.  She was too mortified at the thought of stripping.  She nearly
stumbled and fell as she made her way to center stage.  She didn't look out
at the crowd.  She just stared downward.  She had felt so victorious
before, when she had simply stood in place without sacrificing any more
pride than was necessary.  Now though she realized two things.  One, it may
be that the officers would `help' her if she didn't provide a show.  The
other was that with some girls baring their bodies, she had no choice about
baring hers.  She could easily be convicted of fourteen counts of fraud and
was facing more time than any of them.  She lifted her head, though her
eyes stayed shut tight.  Even decked out in the little wet top and skimpy
shorts, she didn't look like she belonged in a wet t shirt contest.  She
was about to make a move when a loud wolf whistle sounded that had her eyes
opened.  Seeing the crowd broke her nerve, so she spun around.  Seeing the
embarrassment of this refined and mature woman made the audience laugh
again.  Ignoring that, Celia stripped her shirt off quickly.  One arm over
her chest, she turned around and threw the shirt to the crowd.  It was
evident now, even though they were mostly hidden, that those tits were
wonderful.  She wanted, or rather planned without wanting, to show off her
goods, but she couldn't manage it.  She turned back around, blushing
furiously.  Carefully keeping her nipples under cover, she slid her shorts
down her legs.  With so little of her body concealed, the crowd was going
wild.  When she turned again she had to cover her eyes as well as her tits.
Her knees came together in a delightful ENF pose.  After a moment, without
baring anything, she had only her fingers over her nipples, letting the
shape of her boobies really show.  The crowd chanted for tits, but she
wailed, "I can't!  I'm sorry!  I can't!" With that, she ran off stage and
waited impatiently for her replacement shirt to come.

   "Ha ha.  Well, that was fun!  Now let's hear it for Randi!" The sexy,
toned blonde returned with surprising directness to the little pool.  Again
she was doused with freezing water and again she let out a little yell even
though this time she expected it.  She stepped out and got only a few steps
away from the little pool where, with eyes shut tight, she concentrated on
not seeing or hearing the crowd.  She turned in place and did a few leg
poses that really showed off her physique.  She arched her back.  Then her
concentration broke.  She just couldn't keep out the noise of the cheering
mass of men.  When her eyes snapped open, she panicked and threw her hands
over her body.  This elicited laughs.  Ed tried to encourage her with words
she didn't want to hear.  "All right gentlemen, new chant!  Iron bars! 
Iron bars!  Iron bars!" The crowd took this up and Randi seemed to quiver
at the thought of her impending sentence.  She got in a little tantalizing
movement again, but her stage fright and inconvenient modesty got the best
of her.  "Stop looking at me!" Her embarrassment was too much to deal with.
She appealed to Ed, "Can I get down now?"

   He chuckled, "Sure, your time's up.  Go ahead, but I don't think you're
staying out of jail like this."

   "I know, I know.  I...  I've got to get up the nerve.  Is there one more
time up here?"

   "Just one.  You'd really better make the most of it." He reached into
the hat for a name.  "Crissia!  Crissia come on up and show us those
beautiful tits again!"

   This encouragement only irritated the red head as she made her way up.
She hurried over to get watered down again.  Ed carried on with commentary
as she glared at the audience.  She was already fuming.  Ed had thought it
was a given that she would just bare her body for them a second time and
what made her so furious about it was that he was right.  She wasted no
time, knowing that waiting was only going to make it harder.  She stripped
the shirt off and threw it to the audience.  Her sexy titties were on show
again and the men were howling.  She covered up involuntarily.  Ed, with
the microphone away so that only she could hear, reminded the lovely and
objectified woman, "It's jail time if you don't win.  Get your hands off
those hooters."

   She turned her hateful stare on him, "Bastard!  You and every other man
here!" She looked back out at the audience and threw her arms up, letting
them see.  "Is this what you want?  Do you like degrading us like this?"
The audience only seemed to enjoy her taunts and her anger turned to
powerless embarrassment as she realized that she couldn't do anything but
give up her body for their entertainment.  She turned around and shuddered.
Ed, seeing her resolve break, took advantage to either help her out or
embarrass her further depending on how she reacted.  "How `bout you let us
see that ass, girl?" It had both effects, Crissia was already pulling her
shorts down but she hated herself for it.  As she bent over to get them all
the way off the crowd grew louder.  The women all watching while they
waited felt chilled as they saw what they would be forced to stoop to.  Now
two women had stripped to their thongs for these pigs.  Once she stood up,
Crissia put her hands on her firm butt cheeks trying to cover.  Then her
hands moved to her tits right before she turned back around.  "I can't
believe I'm doing this." She let go and let the crowd love the sight of her
incredible tits again.  "Oh god, Ed can I get down now?" He nodded and she
ran away just as she had the first time.

   "Only one girl left for this second round.  She's got the biggest tits
in the contest.  Let's hear it for Talia and maybe we'll see `em this
time!"

   Talia strode on up and again seemed not to be even a little embarrassed.
This was only going to last a little bit though and everyone knew it.  She
fell to pieces last time and could barely give up her bare ass.  After
getting her big, big jugs all wet and cold, she strutted out to center
stage.  Turning backwards, she peeled off her top and the crowd went wild.
She turned around with her arms across her chest.  "Show your tits!  Show
your tits!  Show your tits!" As before, her confidence broke.  She started
pleading, "Don't make me do this!  Please!" But the crowd wasn't going to
be placated.  The chant continued but at Ed's direction, it changed to the
overtly threatening, "Iron bars!  Iron bars!  Iron bars!" Talia wanted
nothing more than to go back to her cell and be away from this crowd but
the thought of staying there was also dreadful.  She was having a hard time
standing, so she got down on her knees.  Then, letting out a few funny
little yells of disbelief, she dropped her arms and let them see.  Big and
beautiful, her tits got the crowd shouting at random rather than chanting.
That much was a relief to her, but she couldn't stand to look at all the
men looking at her.  She turned around, still kneeling.  Ed told her, "You
just stay down like that and give up that butt again.  The boys would like
to see that.  Wouldn't you?" Again the crowd started chanting, "Show your
ass!  Show your ass!  Show your ass!" Talia swallowed hard and did what
they wanted.  Her shorts dropped to her knees and her big butt was out for
everyone to see again.  "All right!," Ed said.  "That's a great ass you've
got there girl.  Since you're almost there anyway, get on your hands and
knees.  That'd make for a great butt shot." Talia turned a shocked stare at
him, "What?" Ed just grinned like he was being polite.  "You heard, babe.
Get on all fours." Talia felt a chill and then a numbness as she did as she
was told.  Ed commented with a game show host wave, "Now isn't that pretty?
I think Talia's in the lead now, don't you?" The crowd shouted it's
approval.  Talia's eyes scrunched shut as she fought the urge to get up and
run away.  She would have done just that in another moment, but Ed wasn't
finished with her yet.  "Let's end this round right.  Stick your butt out a
little more." Talia threw him a glare.  He continued with a great big
smile, "Come on, stick your hips back and lower your upper body.  Yeah. 
Just like that.  Bottoms up!" The crowd was laughing and cheering and
whistling while Talia cringed.  Ed saw that she had been pushed as far as
she could go this time.  "Give a big round of applause for that big, bent
over butt!  Thank you Talia!  Your time's up." "Round three," Ed announced
as the names were put back in the hat.  He fished around, building up
suspense.  "Who will be first to go last?  Last chance to get the men
worked up.  Who will it be?  How far will..." he pulled out a name and read
it, "Randi go?  Randi, come on up."

   The contest's fitness queen strode up the steps with an expression of
numbness.  While she was being watered down, Ed reminded everyone, "We
haven't seen anything yet.  She said she'd try to build up the nerve.  Do
you think she can do it?  Let's find out.  Say it with me, show your tits!
Show your tits!  Show your tits!" The crowd joined in and Randi, revealing
no emotion, turned and dropped her little shorts.  Her superfine, athletic
ass broke the unnerving chant.  It took every bit of concentration she had
to keep from panicking, but she showed off those tight buns with a lot of
skill.  She bent over, she turned to the side, she showed it off on one
side of the stage, then the other.  When she got ready for her next trick,
her facade of poise was ended.  Showing off her butt had her facing the
other way.  Now, she was looking right out at all the eyes that were on
her. Before she could buckle under the strain, she went topless.  It was a
funny sight.  All of a sudden she was in a big hurry.  She lifted the wet
shirt off so fast it took the crowd a moment to realize they were seeing
her pretty tits.  Very firm, and almost small, they added an elegance to
her toned form.  She certainly didn't feel elegant though with everyone
gawking at her.  She looked down as she put her arms carefully across her
chest.  Ed asked her happily, "How's it feel to show off that body you work
so hard on?" He held the microphone to her and she said with a toneless
derision, "You should be ashamed." The audience and Ed both laughed, "I
should be, but I'm not.  Remember, this is your last chance at avoiding
jail.  Move those arms." She did as she was told, letting everyone ogle her
tits again.  Her embarrassment was tempered by her anger.  This was so
demeaning that her anger towards the men who made it happen kept her on
stage when she wanted to run.  Hands on her hips, she stood there,
beautiful body on display as she turned to let them see her butt again,
posing a bit more.  She was about to walk away when but Ed said, pointing
at her scanty panties, "How about you peel that down for us?"

   "What?" Suddenly Randi was afraid again.

   "I can guarantee you that other girls will.  You won't win and this will
all be for nothing if you don't.  Let's hear it fellas!  Show your pussy!"
Of course the crowd kept that up.  Randi instinctively covered her breasts
again as she stared at Ed, "Not really?  I have to take off-- I have to
show them--?" He just raised his eyebrows as an affirmative.  She glanced
out at the crowd, wishing she hadn't.  So many of them.  "Please.  I - I -
I...  Oh god." Her hands moved down and grabbed the waistband of her last
remaining little garment.  The crowd got even louder.  Ed could see the
noise overpower her so he stepped next to her asking, "You need a little
help with that girl?  Let me get that for you." He moved slow, but he took
a hold of her thong as she let go.  She wanted so desperately to get away
or even to kick this lecherous scumbag but she couldn't.  She was
transfixed by fear of the crowd, fear of prison and disbelief that it was
happening.  She just trembled with one hand over her mouth as Ed slowly
slid the thong down.  He gestured at the exposed treasure and announced,
"Well that's why she couldn't show her bush!  She doesn't have any!" A
beautiful, completely smooth pussy was on display but only for a couple
seconds before Randi threw one hand over it.  She was still paralyzed,
staring out at the crowd now.  Ed gently took her wrist and moved her hand
away.  Her scrumptious lips were everyone's eye candy again as she stared
down at her own nakedness.  Then she covered her muff again before bolting
off the stage.

   Ed, leading the applause that followed Randi, fished for another name.
"Missy!  Last chance to get the guys on your side, Missy!" With a walk that
implied cold fury, the lovely Missy returned to the stage.  In a hurry to
get it over with, she slipped into the wading pool and even pulled one of
the pitchers of ice water from one of Ed's employees so that it would get
poured faster.  Wet and cold, she almost stormed her way to center stage.
The crowd was loving her.  Ed asked with humor, "Last time you were up
here, you said we were pigs.  Are we still pigs Missy?"

   "Fuck you asshole!," she shouted as she yanked her top up.

   "Nice tits!," Ed exclaimed.  "You gonna jiggle `em for us again?"

   "Oh god." She knew she had to oblige though to keep the crowd happy. 
She pulled her shirt up and off.  For a moment, she put an arm over her
tits, then she thought about what would happen if she didn't win tonight.
Letting the crowd enjoy her bared breasts again, she threw the shirt to the
crowd.  Then, following Ed's advice, she put her hands under her round
beauties and bounced them up and down and around.

   When her arms dropped, she looked a bit lost, just standing there
topless and fuming.  Ed helped her a bit more.  "Now give us some ass.  You
wouldn't do it before, but you'd better give up those sweet cheeks this
time."

   The crowd was laughing at that.  Missy hated them even more.  Her
irritation broke and she almost started crying as she turned around.  The
crowd was getting quieter (that is to say, down to a dull roar) in
anticipation.  She made it quick.  She pulled her shorts down just past her
bum and stood there humiliated as the crowd of strangers stared at her bare
butt.  It was a real nice firm butt.  Other than Randi, Missy had the
fittest body of the girls.  Ed told her, "Now why don't you take those all
the way off?" Pushing aside her dread, Missy slipped them down and stepped
out.  She was now stripped to that little thong, but still, she just held
still.  Ed chuckled.  "Can you hear me Missy?  Good.  Bend over a bit." Her
eyes shut tight but she did it.  "Further," Ed said.  "Further.  Now let
her hear it guys.  Do you love her ass?" Of course they did and she could
hear that.  She stood up again and turned toward them.  Again, she
instinctively covered her tits but only for a moment before she could get
her brain working again.  Ed knew she was almost done, but he wanted to get
as much from her as he could.  "Pussy time now, Missy.  Get those panties
down."

   "What?  No!  No way!" Her anger returned in full force.

   The crowd was chanting, "Show your pussy!  Show your pussy!" Ed said it
again, "You want to win don't you?  Get those panties down." Again she
refused, letting out loud curses and flipping off both Ed and the audience
as she covered her breasts again.  Ed shrugged, "I'll visit you in prison
then." Missy stormed back off the stage.

   Ed joked, "Well, you can't win `em all, and she apparently can't win
any. Maybe...  Talia can.  Talia, get your big tits up here!" And there
they were, barely contained in that little white shirt.  This wasn't like
her first two performances though.  Her embarrassment was plain to see now.
It was because she knew she was going to do whatever it took to stay out of
jail.  She was already horrified at the prospect of showing off her entire
body but it wouldn't stop her.  She felt the heat of her impending
humiliation so greatly that she had almost no reaction to the chilly water
that was poured down her front.  With slightly shaking knees, she strode to
center stage and promptly doffed her top, releasing her beautiful and
voluptuous breasts.  As before, she threw her arms across her chest after
just a couple moments, but then she forced herself to drop them and let the
crowd see her toplessness.  She had an awkward, unmoving stance, her head
cocked to one side, looking down.  The crowd loved her, but she hated them
and this place.  Ed was at her side, "All right, big tit Talia, now how
about you show us this big butt!," he gave her a little slap to the ass as
he said it.  She turned, showing no emotion, and dropped her shorts down
just past her nice big cheeks.  The crowd kept up their noise as they
stared.  Ed corrected her though, "Not like that sweetie, take `em all the
way off." Without any response, she did as she was told, stripped now all
the way to her ridiculous, little thong.  "Gorgeous, isn't she fellas?" A
roar of agreement.  "Turn back around now Talia and let us see those wonder
knockers again." A whistle from Ed accompanied the sight.  "Now, Talia,
we've seen a little pussy up here once already and I can promise you that
you can't win if you don't match that.  Are you gonna pull those down?"
Talia turned her eyes on him and along with the fear and trepidation, he
could see some raw hatred.  She kept herself under control however.  Ed was
about to urge her further but her hands moved to her waistband.  Her eyes
shut tight.  She swallowed hard and got ready.  Then she just stood there,
almost ready for the reveal.  The crowd was chanting, "Show your pussy!"
over and over.  Ed encouraged her, "You can do it baby!  It's not even that
hard!  Just pull those panties down for us!" Trembling more than ever, she
started sliding them down, bending over as she did it.  Her last little bit
of protection came all the way off.  When she stood straight up again,
panties in one hand, she was there, in all her glory for everyone to see.
She had a real nice, very shortly trimmed, brown bush.  After a moment of
staring out at all the greedy faces, she threw her panties to them.  This
brought a huge amount of noise from the crowd.  Knowing she had done
something so right, she felt a little bit of gratification from the act. 
Then Ed told her, "Don't keep your legs together like that.  Put `em
apart." A visible shudder and her sickened expression returned as she put
her legs apart just as she was told.  Ed had her turn around again for
another look at her ass.  Then the front again.  By now she looked on the
verge of either passing out or getting sick so Ed led her off the stage.

   "Adrienne!  Get up here and show us those tits again!" Ed's open
commands to nudity had all of the women feeling even more degraded than
before.  Those who had already had their third turn felt completely used.
Those who were waiting for a turn could hardly stand the sickening suspense
that comes when you want something to be over with but also never want it
to happen.  Adrienne herself was shaking like a leaf.  She had been the
first to give up some tit but she was finding it harder and harder to force
herself to give her body to these perverts.  On stage, she didn't even wait
to get watered down.  She had her shorts off to show them her nice ass
right away.  It had a wonderful roundness.  Not the same kind of
unbelievable roundness of her tits but each exceptionally curved buttock
had a tight movement with no jiggle at all.  On her body it was perfect. 
Big hair, slender neck and shoulders and arms.  Round tits.  Slender waist.
Round ass.  Slender legs.  Her body followed pattern.  Round, slim, round,
slim, round, slim.  After her shirt was watered down, she turned and bent
over, inviting the water boys to soak her bare ass.  This brought cheers
and whistles and from one of the appreciative water bearers, a liberal
copped feel.  Angry and ashamed at being touched now along with being
displayed, she managed to keep her disgust from playing into her face or
movements.  She had a model's runway walk as she made her way to the best
place.  Then her top was gone fast.  It had to be that or it wouldn't have
happened.  Fear was already taking over as she threw her shirt to the
crowd. Now her nice round tits were on display again.  She covered.  She
let them go.  She covered.  She let them go.  She backed away from the edge
of the stage, her eyes finally growing wide with the shock of what she was
doing.  With a suddeness that made it seem rehearsed, the crowd starting
shouting, "Show your pussy!  Show your pussy!" She had seen two other girls
do just that.  She had fully intended to pull her thong down.  She just
couldn't do it.  Ed started in, "Come on now beautiful!  You know you'll go
back to jail if you don't give up that beaver!"

   She pleaded, in fact begged, "Don't make me do this!  Please don't! 
This is too much."

   "Well I won't then," Ed said.  "The crowd though, they're another
matter. What say, fellas?  Should we let her off the hook?  Should we let
her down without peeling those panties down?"

   "Show your pussy!  Show your pussy!  Show your pussy!" Adrienne clutched
her hands over her intimates protectively as she shouted, "NO!  NOOOO!  I
WON'T DO IT!" The chant changed.  "Iron bars!  Iron Bars!" Adrienne
squirmed and struggled against her inhibitions as she returned to the front
of the stage.  She held on to her panties for a moment, then her hands shot
up to cover her tits against a surge of embarrassment.  She turned so that
she wouldn't see them.  The crowd loved the sight of her nice round bottom,
but they were still chanting, "Iron bars!  Iron Bars!" Adrienne couldn't
bring herself to do it.  She staggered a moment, then trotted off the
stage, crying in frustration and shame.

   Celia was called up next.  The delectable, dark haired beauty moved
slowly but with determination.  She looked patient and calm as she was
watered down even though one of the two smiling staff members took a good
grab of her butt.  Celia had managed to build up some strong self control
for this.  She wasn't about to go to jail.  Criminal or not, the wealthy,
proud and proper woman was the picture of reserved fortitude for a moment.
Then she held her shirt up with shaking fingers.  The crowd let her hear
their approval at the sight of her incredible knockers.  They weren't
really much more than mediums, but they had a shape that emphasized their
fullness.  Nearing forty years of age, these wonders were not spectacularly
firm, but though they hung a bit lower and pointed a bit further south,
they did have an elegant shape.  Leaving her top up, she put her hands
under those breasts and lifted them.  She squeezed them and played with
them momentarily before stripping her shirt all the way off.  She got the
raging applause she wanted when she threw it out to them.  For a moment,
her modesty got the better of her and her hands clasped her tits, then she
turned in place as she prepared to strip her shorts off again.  Straight
legged (and what legs!) she bent over as she slipped the shorts down.  She
stepped one foot out, but only one.  Then after turning again, she kicked
her foot out, sending the shorts out to a grateful crowd.  She did a bit of
posing.  Arms behind her head, turn around and bend over, to the side, one
leg raised in a great, classic cheesecake posture.  She expended herself
doing this though and she could be seen catching her breath as Ed finally
decided to interrupt with his happy commentary.  "Great show, Celia!  Great
show!  Isn't she great fellas?" There was no irony at all to his voice.  He
gave only support to this one, seeing that it might bring her back to her
willing, if icy, performance.  The crowd of course let her know that Ed was
right.  She stood straight up and turned back to them, exceptional knockers
unabashedly offered as eye candy.  Ed told her, "Well Celia, I think it's
time that you either gave up that last little bit or walked away.  What
will it be?  Jail time or a little harmless exhibitionism?"

   Hardly harmless!  Celia knew that she would already be harboring bad
memories from this for years to come.  Still, it would all be for nothing
if she ignored his advice.  "Take them off for me."

   "Say what?" Ed was genuinely surprised.

   "Take my panties off, Ed." She knew the crowd would enjoy that.  They
had certainly loved it when it had happened to Randi and besides that she
knew that he wouldn't fail to get them off if he started, where her self
control might break.

   Ed, though he knew he shouldn't, took advantage of this.  "Take `em off
you?  All right.  If you say please."

   Her vicious eyes gave him a moment's pause, but she said it into his
microphone.  "Please."

   The crowd was loving this, so Ed milked it a bit futher.  "Please what?"

   "Please, Ed, take my panties off for me.  Please help me show all these
perverted scoundrels my bare bush." It wasn't going to get better than
that, so Ed complied with her coldly polite request.  He got down on one
knee, out of the way of the audience's point of view.  He put his
microphone down and grabbed her panties, pulling them down very, very
slowly.  He made sure the sides rolled down faster than the front, but in a
couple moments, the very top of her nice black bush was evident.  He
stopped and looked up at her, grinning.  She looked back with eyes that
screamed for him to get on with it.  Then he kept on going, one hand
sliding the panties down as his other fondled and patted her ass.  There
she stood, bare bush naked in front of over one hundred men.  She stepped
out of her thong, then took it from Ed.  She put her legs apart as she
twirled the panties on one finger.  Then it went where the rest of her
outfit had, out to the lusty, leering men.  She could feel the vibration of
the sudden shout of love from her admirers.  She turned so they could ogle
her butt again.  Ed could see how wonderfully willing she was, so, turning
supercilious again, he told her, "Put those legs apart and bend over,
sweetheart.  Show us that pussy from behind." Much to his delight, and
everyone else's, she did as he commanded, everyone staring at her bent over
buttcheeks and her lewdly exposed beaver.  "Good.  Now turn back around
again." There was a pause to let the audience love her front side again. 
Then, "Legs apart now.  Arch your back.  Arms up.  Wonderful." As she held
that pose, he stepped behind her and reached around to grab a handful of
what were now his favorite boobies of the night.  He had finally managed to
cross the line with her.  She threw his hand off and stormed off the stage
in naked fury.

   Next was the lovely, red haired, tan lined Crissia.  It took everything
she had just to get back up on the stage again.  Her timidness was obvious
from her nervous walk to the little wading pool.  As she was watered down,
her half closed eyes shot open when she felt a hand on her ass.  The
grinning water bearer let go when she shot him a disbelieving look but only
so he could move his hand.  He clutched one of her pretty titties but only
for a moment before she shoved his way away.  As she stood there shivering
from the cold and the embarrassment, Ed told the guy, microphone away from
the conversation, "What the hell are you doing?  You ruin my show and I'll
bust your head." Crissia could hear the threat and that somehow managed to
calm her slightly.  She turned where she was and, in a moment of zen calm,
slipped her shirt up and off for the third time.  Again she threw it to the
crowd.  She looked like she was trying to recover just from that though. 
Ed could see that this whole event had gotten to her so much that she was
acting on pure instinct now.  She gaped at the audience as she covered her
tits, forearms vertically pressed to them.  She quivered, legs together,
shoulders hunched up.  As she squirmed a moment, Ed could tell that she was
about to bolt off the stage.  No better performance could be squeezed from
this girl and her time wasn't even up yet.  He stepped behind her and with
a motion so quick and precise that it seemed practiced, he tugged her
shorts down.  Fast as he was, she was fast enough in her heightened sense
of dignity preservation to grab hold of those shorts before they were even
mid thigh.  The audience erupted into laughter at the tug of war.  They
also loved the continuing sight of her nice tan lined tits again now that
her arms were too busy to cover.  Ed kept it up for a several seconds
before he let go of one side of the shorts.  This let her turn in place to
have a better chance of restoring her shorts.  It also, of course, let the
audience ogle her beautiful butt with the tan lines that made the curve of
it so much more evident.  Once Ed felt that he had let them see enough, he
let her go and she ran off the stage, tugging her shorts partway there,
then covering her tits again.

   The last of the final round was the pair of friends, (perhaps now former
friends) Shana and Melissa.  Melissa looked absolutely horrified, huddling
herself as she walked behind Shana.  As she was getting watered down,
Shana's butt was fondled by the grabby water boy.  Melissa was next and
they had to almost pry her arms from her chest before they could soak her.
She too, of course, had to deal with a butt grab.  At center stage, Shana
pulled her shirt off, letting them see her nice, high flying boobs.  She
turned in the next instant to cowering Melissa and demanded, "Get that top
off!"

   "But...  but...  but I..."

   "Quit stalling and show them your tits!"

   Melissa, in spite of herself, did as she was told and had her bare tits
out for everyone before she had her arms across her chest again.  Shana was
sliding her shorts down clumsily enough that everyone could see how much it
bothered her.  The crowd was shouting happily both at her exposure and the
knowledge that her friend would surely follow suit.  Wrong.  Melissa
scampered away while Shana's shorts were not quite off.  This was a
mistake. Remembering that they had to force her to play before, two
officers were ready for this.  She made it to the edge of the stage before
they pulled her back.  With her arms held at her sides, her perfect pink
nipples were exposed for the crowd again.  Once she was where she belonged,
they let go but stayed next to her so that she couldn't get away.  She
stood there humiliated, arms over her breasts again, on the verge of tears.
Shana, wearing nothing but her thong that bared her nice, soft butt, was
infuriated that Melissa had tried to abandon her.  She shouted to the
officers, "Get her shorts off!" The officers grinned at this unexpected
duty.  One of them got behind her and kneeled down as the other stood where
she could see him and be intimidated into holding still.  Her shorts were
pulled down her legs and she was made to step out.  Without having to be
told, the cops turned her around so that the crowd would get to see her
adorable buns.  Shana stood next to her, so that two great butts were on
display, one cute little one and one full, cushiony one.  When Shana turned
again, the cops made Melissa follow suit.  She was sniffling and had lost a
couple tears but that didn't stop an officer from telling her, "Get those
hands down.  We want to see those tits." Melissa let them ogle her chest
again, her "friend" standing by her.  The despondent girl whined, "Shana!
Can we go now?"

   "I'm not going to jail!  How many times do I have to say that?" She
turned and shouted, "Do you boys want to see some bush?" That met with loud
approval.

   "Melissa, no!  Don't do that!"

   "Oh no.  Not mine, sweetie.  Yours." With that Shana lunged at Melissa's
waist.  Melissa might have avoided that if the officers hadn't quickly
grabbed her arms.  The poor girl screamed loudly as her bottoms were
slipped down to her ankles.  Shana stepped aside and gestured at the
demeaning nudity of her partner, "There she is!  Cute little kitty isn't
it!" It was.  Just a small patch of dark brown bush above an otherwise
clean shaven pussy.  Even with her legs held tightly together, the top of
Melissa's slit was easy to see.  The lines formed where her thighs closed
in on it made a downward pointing angle with that pretty slit in the
center. Melissa screamed again but she was powerless to protect her naked
body from the eyes of all those strangers out there.  Shana started walking
away with a wave, but Ed stood in her way.  "Just a moment, girl.  If
you're trying to win, that won't do it."

   "What?  Why not?," she sounded almost desperate.  "They wanted pussy, we
gave `em pussy."

   "Not both of you." Ed announced, "Judge Henderson, we need a ruling. 
Girls who show less than the other competitors can't win.  Does that mean
that both of these girls need to get naked?"

   A very dignified, grey haired, thick mustached old gentleman made his
way to the stage.  He explained, Ed's microphone held where he could talk
into it, "Well, I'm the one that'll be letting the winner go, so I guess
it's up to me." He looked as though he were thinking it over.  No one
really thought the decision was in any doubt.  No one that is except for
Shana who's hope blinded her to the fact that this judge had been party to
the public humiliation of them all.  "Well," he said, drawing it out to
agonize Shana a bit further, "It seems entirely unfair to me that her
lovely little friend," (I should mention at this point that Melissa was
still standing by naked, but now with one arm across her tits and one hand
over her beaver), "has given up her honey pot and this one hasn't.  I just
can't bring myself to throw out their case unless we see them both naked."
Shana's face had fallen into disbelieving dread, then to cynical acceptance
of his lechery.  Without another word, she pulled her thong down to mid
thigh and let everyone see her nice blonde muff.  She stood there visibly
fuming as her body was displayed.  Then she yanked her panties back up and
stormed away.  Ed and the Judge and Chief Ardon all shook hands.  The
audience developed a placated sort of near quiet.  It wasn't quite all done
though.  Ed announced into his mike, "All right, let's get all the girls up
here!  Come on up!  All the girls!  Give `em a round of applause!"
Applause, cheers and whistles were sounding before any of them were even in
view.  A group of the cops that were presiding over the affair went down
into the girls and grabbed a trio of them.  Much to the shock of those
three women and the confusion of the others, Missy, Adrienne and Crissia
were all handcuffed.  "Hey!  Let go!" "What the fuck is going on?" "What
did we do?" Without getting any answers, the officers moved them up the
stairs.  the other five girls tried to keep their distance from the
officers, but they didn't need to.  It was clear that they were in no
danger of this treatment.  The five girls who were unbound were sort of
urged to the rear of the stage.  Not quite struggling, the other three were
moved along by the officers to the front of the stage, and were made to
face the audience.  In response to their complaints, Judge Henderson
explained, "Why are you in handcuffs?  Simple.  You're all prisoners again.
You've forfeited the contest and will return to jail.  I think though that
the audience wants one last look at the losers though.  How about it?," he
shouted to the crowd.  They all roared in approval, the noise level
returning to it's former fury.  A smiling cop walked to Crissia and tore
open her shirt, baring her tan lined boobs to the audience.  "AAH!  NO!"
Her shirt was pulled down her arms to prevent it from giving any cover. 
She wailed and blushed as the men both on stage and off took in the sight
of her bare breasts once more.  It had been bad enough when she had done it
herself.  To be handcuffed and stripped was even worse.  Adrienne was next.
"Stop!  No!  Don't!" Her top was torn open and slid down so that everyone
could admire her roundies again.  Finishing up his pleasurable duty, the
officer tore the top of Missy as she screeched.  Three sexy, handcuffed
women squirmed as the crowd stared at their unwilling exposure.  Yes, they
squirmed but only as much as was allowed by the unyielding grip on their
arms by an officer on each side of them.  "Don't be that way," Judge
Henderson said.  "It's not as though we haven't already seen them."
Chuckles and applause accompanied that and the Judge gestured for the
ladies to be turned around.  "A last look at loser ass, I think.  Why any
of these three fine asses should lose, I don't know.  You girls really
should have gone that extra step." One by one, each pair of shorts was
pulled down.  Once the Judge decided that a long enough look had been had,
he had them turned again, red faced, with shirts torn open and shorts
around their ankles.  "Yes," he said almost apologetically, "you really
should have given up those beavers.  It's not as though I was going to let
you out of here without showing them anyway."

   The girls were horrified, "What?!" "You can't!  You wouldn't!" "Please
don't.  Please?" Their entreaties met with deaf ears as the same lecherous
cop moved up to Missy.  "No!  NO!  NOOOO!!" He tugged her thong down and
then everyone could see her completely shaved pussy.  She struggled to get
free, but was held firm.  Adrienne was next.  She didn't even make a sound,
she just looked away as her curly blonde triangle was bared.  Crissia was
the last, still pleading with a whining tone even as her pussy came into
view.  A small, short trimmed triangle of dark within a frame of tan line.

   The Judge made sure to get a good close look at each of them, then he
announced, "We have to decide a winner now.  Chief, make certain that these
three are well secured.  We don't want any escapes."

   "Absolutely Judge." At his direction, the three humiliated women were
taken to one side of the stage, but right at the edge of it.  The rails of
the steps and some heavy equipment that had been moved there provided the
means to handcuff the women in place.  Each wrist of each girl was
handcuffed to something at her side.  Right after that, their ankles
received the same treatment so that they were forced to stand there, unable
to cover or even put their legs together.  Men below them could look right
up between those legs and it was evident that a lot of them were moving up
to take a turn at that view.

   With that done, the Judge turned to the other nervous girls.  "Well. 
Now I have to decide which of you lovely ladies wins the contest and her
freedom along with it.  A hard decision to make.  I could listen to the
crowd response for each of you in turn but that would be difficult. 
Instead, I'm more than happy to have the contest end in a tie, even a five
way tie if it can.  All you have to do to be decided a winner and stay out
of jail is to remove your clothing for us one last time.  That's right,
step right up." He moved aside as all of them with varying expressions of
distaste, moved up.  "Well," the judge said, "get naked if you want to
win." Having other girls right nearby to take some of the attention made it
easier for all of them but at the same time, they were being forced to
strip at the command of a man abusing his power to embarrass them all as
much as he could.  It took a few moments, but then it started.  Celia was
the first.  She slipped her top off and all the other girls followed suit.
In less time than it would take to tell, five naked, blushing women stood
bared one last time for the crowd.  "Very lovely," the judge said.  "And
I'm a man of my word.  You'll all go free.  Every one of your cases will be
thrown out.  Lack of evidence and what not.  Oh no," he waved a warning
finger at cowering Randi, "no covering.  Let the boys look or it's right
back to the slammer.  As for you three," he walked over to the infuriated
trio of restrained nudes, "I won't throw your cases out but seeing as how
I'm seeing what I'm seeing, it only makes sense that all three of you tie
for second place.  That means a minimal sentence for each of you.  It seems
that that wraps up the evening.  I have only one last bit of bad news for
you all.  Those clothes, tattered and soaked as they are, are the property
of Ed's Nocturnal Funhouse.  They'll have to stay here.  The clothes you
all came in are packed away in a box that is waiting at the station.  Enjoy
the ride there.  Officers?" At that cue, the delighted cops escorted the
naked women away and into their cars.