Waiting With Holly
By Arty (with apologies to Joe Doe!)

ASHLEY MUST REPORT TO THE SHERIFF TO DEMONSTRATE THAT SHE IS
NOT A VAGRANT. SHE WAITS WITH HOLLY FOR 'THE FORMALITIES' TO
START.

The grinning Deputy winked at her from behind the front
desk. "Well if it isn't Ms. Johnson, the star of our
training video! What can I do for you Ms. Johnson?"

Ashley blushed as the Deputy's words forced her to recall
the events of last week. When she had been videoed, at the
request of Judge Search'em, as was she forced to endure the
Sheriff and 'Deputy' Stanley performing a cavity search upon
her. The humiliation of the four helpless orgasms was fresh
in her mind. "I have an appointment with the Sheriff so that
he can verify that I am not a vagrant."

The Deputy scanned his list. "Well lookee here! I do believe
that you're absolutely right!" He pressed a button on his
desk and the buzz of an electric door lock indicated that
she should step through the door. She looked above the door
as she opened it almost expecting to see a sign saying, "Lay
down all hope, you that go in by me."* Shuddering at the
thought she followed the Deputy over to a desk by a door. On
the desk was a black plastic crate, like a small milk crate.
Ashley was aware of the uses to which the crate was put and
it held her attention like the stare of a Cobra just before
striking.

[*Arty: Note that a perfectly fine bit of comic relief on
the lines of: … to see a sign saying, "Abandon hope …". More
like 'Abandon clothes' thought Ashley. Is sacrificed on the
altar of literary pedantry and the fact that I had a copy of
Dante's Inferno to hand! Sigh!] 

The Deputy picked up a form from next to the crate. "The
Sheriff needs for you to sign this."

Ashley took the form. It was a 'personal search' consent
form. She herself had been involved in the recent redrafting
of the form. No doubt the Sheriff was aware of this; the
irony of her own work being used to enable him to strip her
clothes from her and stretch the parameters of a standard
search leaving her no recourse afterwards, was not lost on
him. Numbly she signed the form and returned it to the
Deputy. He smiled at her with genuine pleasure. "That's
right cooperative of you Ms. Johnson. I'll look forward to
seeing a lot more of you soon! Now if you'll just put your
purse and other valuables in this here box we can get you
started."

Ashley did as she was told. Meanwhile the Deputy slipped the
recently signed form into a slot of the side of the box. "If
you'll pick up your crate and follow me I'll take you to the
search room."

Meekly she followed the Deputy through some narrow but
well-lit corridors until they stood in front of a door. It
was a door like any of the other doors that they had passed.
Only this one had a small sign that announced: 'SEARCH
ROOM'. The sign seemed to taunt her, 'NOT LONG NOW SWEETIE.
NOT LONG BEFORE YOU ARE NAKED AND SWEATING AS THE SHERIFF
ENSURES THAT YOUR EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY IS THOROUGHLY
SEARCHED!'

She shook herself and stepped through the door that the
Deputy had opened for her. "Y'all wait her until the Sheriff
can see to you. Don't touch anything that don't belong to
you, or there'll be trouble!" Ashley realised that 'things
that don't belong to you' applied to anything in the crate.
Currently just her purse and jewellery, but soon that would
include her clothes! Forbidden to touch her own clothes
until given permission, what would that feel like? She
wondered. The ominous click of the door shutting caused her
to look up.

Already in the room and looking nervously at Ashley was a
pretty young woman with shoulder-length dark hair. Auburn
highlights in it glinted in the harsh lighting of the room.
Ashley mused that it was amazing how many beautiful young
women that the Sheriff found excuses to strip-search.

"Hello, do you know what's going to happen? Sorry, I'm
Holly. Who're you?" Holly's nervousness meant that she spoke
quickly and the words came out in a rush. "I only decided to
shop here because my cousin said it was the cheapest place
for miles; and then the shop wouldn't take any of my credit
cards, but luckily I had enough cash. Then just as I was
loading my car these two policemen drove up and asked to see
my purse. So I gave it them and the next thing I know they
are saying that I must come with them on suspicion of
vagrancy! I'm not a vagrant! When we get here I sign this
piece of paper because otherwise they're going to put me in
a cell 'til my husband gets here. I don't want to him to see
me in jail. Can you help me? Do you know what they're going
to do?"

Ashley spoke soothingly, "Well I am a lawyer, but as you can
see" Ashley indicated the crate that she had been carrying
and then the similar crate that Holly must have carried into
the room. "We're both in the same predicament." Holly seemed
to calm down as Ashley spoke; at least she wasn't on her own
any more. "I can tell you what I think will happen, but I
don't think it will make you happy. We've both signed the
search consent waiver so the Sheriff can pretty much search
us in any way he likes."

Holly gasped at this. "What about my constitutional rights?"

"Signing the form means that you waive them."

Holly looked pensive.

She really is attractive, thought Ashley, almost worth
changing sides for!

Holly spoke again, "I suppose you'd better tell me what you
think will happen, however horrible it is, not knowing is
probably worse!"

"Well I heard a deposition recently from another young woman
who had been strip-searched here, I'll tell you what I
remember."

Holly nodded.

"First the Sheriff will tell you to take off your clothes.
As you take off each piece of clothing you will put it in
the crate that you brought in with you. Once it is inside
the crate you won't be allowed to touch it again until the
Sheriff say that you can. Once all your clothes are in the
crate you will pick up the crate and put it on the table
over there so that the Sheriff can search your clothes."

Both of the women thought about the frustration of seeing
their clothes in the crates and knowing that they couldn't
even touch them!

"Oh I forgot, once the Search has begun the Sheriff can use
that strap on the hook over there to give us 'administrative
punishment' if we do something wrong. Also if your panties
look as if they are a bit damp he will put them in a plastic
bag so that the rest of our clothes won't get wet!"

As she said this Ashley saw the strap hanging on the wall.
What would it feel like if the Sheriff used it on her? The
woman, on the tape that she'd listened to, had said that her
thumb had caught her clothing as she carried the crate and
the Sheriff had given her three strokes! I'll have to be
extra careful where I put my hands, she thought. The bags
for the panties were in a pile on the table underneath the
strap. She squirmed with embarrassment as she realised that
the Sheriff would definitely need a bag for her panties!

"Next the Sheriff will make us stand on this yellow line
with our legs spread about three feet apart and our fingers
laced together behind our heads. We'll stand there as he
searches through our clothes. Since there are two of us
he'll probably cuff us so that we can't 'overpower' him
while he searches our clothing."

Hanging on the wall next to the strap were about ten of
those cable-tie style handcuffs. How often would he need all
ten she wondered?

I'll be naked and helpless, thought Holly. What will that
feel like? The thought made her shiver.

Ashley carried on. "Then we will have to stand while the
Sheriff checks to see that we don't have anything in our
hair or taped under our breasts. We'll have to squat quickly
a few times, keeping our feet spread well apart; so that
anything loose has a chance to drop out."

Both Ashley and Holly blushed as they imagined what the
Sheriff would see of them as they performed that manoeuvre!
"Then we will have to bend over and the Sheriff will spread
our buttocks to check that we don't have anything taped
between them."

They imagined the feel of the Sheriff's fingers as he gently
insinuated his fingers between their bottom cheeks.

"Then it will be time for the Cavity Search. So we will be
made to sit on that examination table." Ashley nodded
towards the leather covered Ob-Gyn. examination table. The
leather looked old but well cared for. The stirrups were
chromed and looked cold. How cold would it feel, when their
bare feet were placed in them by the Sheriff?

"Each of us will spread our legs so that the Sheriff will be
able to examine inside our vagina and our rectum. He'll put
on a pair of gloves from that box of them next to the
table."

Both the women shuddered slightly. Ashley carried on. "The
woman said that the Sheriff complained about her pubic hair
'getting in the way' so he used the shaving kit to remove
all her pubic hair." As she spoke Ashley and Holly saw the
old-fashioned shaving kit next to the glove box as if for
the first time. How will I explain it to my husband, if the
Sheriff shaves me, thought Holly.

"Once that's been done the Sheriff will lubricate us so that
he can search our vagina and our rectum." Holly looked for
the tube of lubrication jelly but all she could see was a
small pink plastic tube-like object. Suddenly she realised
that it was a vibrator! Ashley saw that Holly had realised
what Sheriff proposed to use for 'lubrication'. "I'm afraid
that the woman said she was stimulated for several minutes
before the Sheriff was satisfied with the level of
'lubrication'."

Ashley left unsaid the fact that the woman had orgasmed at
least once. But her flaming blush told Holly all she needed
to know.

"Once we are lubricated enough, the Sheriff will spend as
much time as he needs to ensure that he is satisfied that we
aren't carrying anything in our vagina or rectum." Ashley
paused and drew a deep shuddering breath. "The woman said
that the Sheriff didn't stop until she had orgasmed at least
once for each cavity."

Ashley and Holly considered the humiliation of being
helpless to prevent the Sheriff from forcing them to several
orgasms. How would it feel when they shamelessly screamed
their release under the relentless stimulation that the
Sheriff would provide?

"Afterwards the Sheriff will keep us handcuffed while he
assists us in cleaning up in the shower in the corner. I
imagine that the same desire to economise will mean that he
will make us shower together."

Ashley and Holly wondered what it would feel like to feel
the other's soap slick skin on their own? Would their
nipples harden as they rubbed together? With their hands
cuffed it would be easier if they washed each other. What
would that be like?

"Once we are finished we will be made to carry our clothes
in the crates to the Interview Room. There we will be asked
if we wish to accept 'Administrative Punishment' for
misdemeanour-vagrancy. If you do, then you will sign another
consent form and you will receive six strokes of the paddle.
After that you will be able to get dressed then you will
have to return next week and demonstrate that you are not a
vagrant by having $200 in your purse."

Ashley thought about the fact that she only had $199 in her
purse and then she remembered the answer that the woman on
the tape had given when asked if she would have $200 when
she returned. "I don't know." She had whispered.

Something about Ashley's explanation had started Holly
thinking. "Could you tell me the other woman's name?"

"Well I don't remember her surname, but I do remember that
her first name was Nathalie."

Before Holly could say anything the door to the Search Room
opened and the Sheriff walked in. "Let's get this show on
the road shall we …"

-Fin-

Dedication For Holly, a small token of my appreciation, I
hope you noticed that you still have your clothes on at the
end! - Arty