Holly's Strip Search Reunion
by Arty

The game was reaching its inevitable conclusion: a win by
the current school team. A couple of the Alumni team played
semi-pro basketball, but their expertise was diluted by the
lack of support and the scratch nature of the team. It had
been a decade or more since any of them had played together
last and it showed; still the game was good humoured and the
score line did not reflect the disparity in the teams'
performance. 

Holly was having a blast. Renewing old friendships and
feeling proud that she could wear her cheerleader's outfit
unaltered, well it was a little tight around the chest
maybe, but she hadn't noticed any of the male spectators
complaining. She felt good and she looked good. Her natural
exuberance had spread to the rest of the cheerleaders and
they all cheered with none of the self-consciousness that
would normally cloud their performance. 

Of course the current crop of cheerleaders were less than
happy about this; it was obvious that the crowd preferred
the old has-beens to them. No one noticed one of the younger
girls slipping out of the hall and making her way to the
changing room set aside to for the Alumni cheerleading team.
The smirk on her face as she returned was less than
becoming. 

The horn sounded as the clock counted down to zero and the
game was over. The sound of an unfamiliar voice over the
Public Address system reduced the noise of the crowd
dramatically. Holly's insides turned to water as the
familiar tones of the Stripsearch County Sheriff announced
that the Alumni cheerleading-squad changing room had been
searched on a tip-off and drugs had been found. 

"Now this is obviously a put up job, but still I have to do
my job." 

There was a pause and Holly could imagine the Sheriff
grinning broadly. 

"So if you pretty ladies will remain in the hall we'll get
you checked over and I'm sure we'll have you on your way
quicker than two shakes of a racoon's tail." 

The court was a buzz with conversation and speculation. The
Sheriff and his deputies made their way to Holly and her
friends. The deputies had their hands full, the yawning
sensation in Holly's stomach became a chasm as she saw what
they were carrying. The deputies deposited the loads on the
benches beside the women. The gloves, the lubricant and the
collapsible plastic crates. One of the deputies began
handing out the crates. Holly took hers automatically. The
Sheriff wasn't planning to do it here was he? He wouldn't do
it here in front of this crowd? Would he? 

Another man, dressed in a suit, joined the Sheriff. Holly
recognised Judge Searchem and she moaned to herself as she
felt the net of circumstance closing about her. Some of the
rest of the cheerleading squad were as aware as Holly of
their impeding doom but others were bewildered. One of these
spoke up. 

"What's happening Sheriff?" 

"Well it's like this, little lady." The Sheriff smiled
broadly as he went into his usual patter in these
circumstances. "We could arrest you and take you down the
station, but then we'd have to take blood samples and send
them off to be analysed. If any of you have smoked any,
shall we say, questionable substances in the last few days
it will show up and then we'd have to assume that the drugs
that we found were yours." Many of the women looked upset at
this, Holly was thankful that she was glad she hadn't taken
Johnny up on his offer last night. The Sheriff continued. 

"Of course we can just execute this here Jane Doe search
warrant and if we find nothing on you; we will assume that
drugs in the room were planted and you can be on your way." 

"But what about the crowd?" 

"The crowd can stay or go as they please; it's a free
country." 

"But they'll see us being searched!" 

"Yes they will and I'll bet you're glad to have witnesses so
that no one will be tempted to make sure that we find
something on you." 

The implied threat shut up the objector. No one seemed keen
to carry on with further objections. 

"Any more questions?" 

The women stood mute. "Good let's get started. If you ladies
will open up the crates that you've been given and put them
on the floor in front of you I'll see about deputising some
of the crowd so we can search you all at once. That way
you'll be home more quickly." 

There was a collective gasp of horror. Most of the crowd
were seniors at the high school! The women would be searched
by boys at least ten years younger than they. One by one the
crates were placed at each woman's feet. The women were in a
line and looked at the Sheriff expectantly. The Sheriff
leered at them; oh how he loved that 'deer in the
headlights' look as each woman slowly came to the
realisation that she was soon going to be naked in front of
a crowd of people. He hitched up his belt and paced up and
down in front of the crowd. 

"Anyone that is over eighteen and wishes to assist in
searching these here lovely ladies please make your way to
the Judge so you can be sworn in." He counted 16 or so older
teenagers and then announced, to the collective groans of
disappointment, that he had enough and would everyone please
return to their seats or leave if they wished. He sent a
couple of newly deputised seniors to collect two benches and
line them up front of the crowd. The women watched these
preparations with dread in their hearts. There was no way
any of this boded well for their modesty. 

The Sheriff turned his attention back to the cheerleaders.
"OK ladies if you will just take off your outer clothes and
your shoes and socks and place them in the box." There was a
sigh of relief, perhaps they would escape being naked after
all; underwear was almost like a bikini right? Most of them
were wearing sports bras and two layers of pantyhose, so
they were more covered than they would normally have been.
The Sheriff grinned as the women undressed quickly in an
effort to get this over with as quickly as possible. Oh how
he loved to build up their hopes and then dash them! "That's
right ladies; put it all in the crates. Remember once
something is in the crate it becomes county property and you
can't touch it until we give it back to you. If you do we
may have to administer summary justice. Don't worry though
the Judge will see that everything's above board and legal."
With this awful warning ringing in their ears the women
started to worry again. 

The Sheriff walked up and down in front of the line. "Now if
you'll just put the rest of your clothes in the crates we
can get started with the search." The women reacted with a
babble of voices. It was hard to make out much but the gist
of the complaining was that it wasn't fair. The Sheriff
spoke again, "OK if you ladies would like to come with me to
the police station, we'll continue with the search there and
we'll be able to take blood samples. Of course you will have
to stay until we get the results." Holly and the rest of
them looked at each other and they realised that they had no
choice. Holly's hands slipped into the waistband of her
pantyhose and she pushed them down, taking care not to take
her panties with them. A small part of her realised that
this was futile; that she would have to remove them soon
enough anyway, but she wanted to put it off for as long as
possible. Soon everyone would know that Holly shaved herself
there. The Sheriff encouraged them. 

"That's the way ladies; get them clothes off and into the
crate; the sooner you're undressed the sooner we can get you
searched and out of here." All too soon Holly and the rest
of them were undoing their bras. With a shrug, Holly slipped
her bra off and dropped in the crate; now there were only
her panties. Taking a deep breath she slipped her fingers
into the waistband and slid them over her hips and down to
her feet. With a practised flip of her foot she kicked them
into the crate. Suddenly the reality of her predicament hit
her: she was naked in front of hundreds of people all of
whom were seeing her naked, right now! She covered her
breasts and vulva with her hand and arm in the tradition of
naked women everywhere. 

"That's very good." The Sheriff enthused. "Now come and
stand behind the benches here." The women walked reluctantly
towards the crowd. "OK ladies, if you'll just put your hands
on your heads and spread your legs the deputies can pat you
down before we move on to your cavity searches." With a moan
of embarrassment, Holly did as she was directed. An older
teenager stood to one side of her; she glanced at him and
gasped again. It was her next-door neighbour's son, Steven!
Holly blushed crimson as she felt him running his hands
gently over her body. His hands lingered somewhat on her
breasts as he lifted each of them in turn and then Holly
cringed as the stroked smoothly down her stomach. She
breathed a sigh of relief as he knelt and started to check
each calf; but her relief was short lived as he began to
feel her thighs, first the outside and then the soft skin of
her inner thigh. Closer and closer she could feel her face
burning as the gentle fingers finally stroked her shaven
vulva with one hand and with the other he stroked her bottom
and delved quickly between them. Holly moaned once more as
she realised that Steven's gentleness had turned her on and
her embarrassment was complete as she realised that everyone
would be able to see her juices glistening on her pussy
lips. 

The Sheriff purred contentedly and when the last pat down
was completed, he prepared to administer the final
humiliation of the cavity searches on the naked
cheerleaders. "Very good ladies; very cooperative of you.
Now please step over the bench and kneel on it facing away
from the audience. Holly began to get a very bad feeling
about this; from this vantage point she could see the crate
containing her uniform; it was only a few feet away, but it
might as well have been on the moon. The Sheriff's next
instructions confirmed her worst fears. "Now spread those
knees wide ladies; we need to have complete access for your
cavity search." Holly's face was crimson once more as she
did as she was told. She was a little puzzled, as she
couldn't see how they could do a rectal search this way.
Then the Sheriff completed the latest humiliation by
instructing them to bend forward and place their hands on
the floor on the other side of the bench. This position left
Holly completely exposed. Her widespread legs meant that
both her outer and her inner pussy lips had pulled open and
the forward bend spread her buttocks so that everyone in the
crowd could see the little brown rosette of her anus. But
this wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing for Holly was
that she could not remember the last time she had been so
turned on. Perhaps no one would know. Perhaps … 

"Sheriff I don't think I'll need the lubricant for this one.
There's pussy juice leaking down her legs." Steven's voice
came to her ears as though from a great distance as he
informed the Sheriff - and everyone else - that she was a
wanton slut that got turned on by the horrific exposure of
this cavity search procedure. The glove clad fingers
insinuated themselves into her pussy and Holly groaned as
she felt pressure on her clit as well. Her face and body
were flushed carmine with embarrassment and arousal as her
neighbour's son carefully searched her pussy and took her to
a shuddering orgasm in the process. The crowd was ecstatic.
Someone had hooked up a video camera to the scoreboard
display and the whole procedure was being displayed so that
no one would miss a thing; not a twitch or a gasp. Wasn't
technology wonderful, thought the Sheriff, making a mental
note to thank Natalie for the tip-off. He wondered if it was
worth invoking the vagrancy laws but decided against it;
there would be other times. The Sheriff was a very happy man
as another evening in Stripsearch County drew to a close. 

-Fin-

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