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 A Small Side Trip

   Copyright 2001 by the Wraith390

   Edited by Sara

   Sue Anne Martin and her daughter Lauren were on the last days of a
working vacation, traveling around Mexico City to study the ruins of
Tenochtitlan.  Lauren needed some field research notes before returning to
Yale to write her final dissertation to get her doctorate in archeology. 
They decided to take a quick morning drive before the flight home the next
morning.

   The two women were enjoying the quiet countryside and just getting out
of the big city for a couple hours.  Sue Anne needed to use the restroom.
She drove through a quiet village, and after passing a small police station
found a gas station a couple of buildings down, pulled in next to the
pumps, and saw the attendant get up from the chair and start walking to the
car.

   Lauren exited the car first and saw the attendant trying unsuccessfully
to stare up her short red dress, and then looking directly at her chest,
and finally her face.  "What a pig, probably keeps his wife barefoot and
pregnant.  Like I would flash my panties for such a loser," she thought. 
She always dressed stylish and colorful; today she wore a designer original
red sleeveless dress with a modest slit on the side, with matching red
heels.  Lauren wanted to be exactly like her mother, a smart, successful,
independent, and a highly paid professional antique researcher with a major
museum.

   Sue Anne always wore the classic woman's power-suit; today, even in the
tropical climate, she wore a tan modest skirt, which came to a couple
inches above the knees, and matching jacket, a white semi-transparent silk
shirt and 3-inch tan heels.  She got out of the car and stretched, and then
immediately reached into the back seat and pulled out her tan suit jacket.
She had always been embarrassed about the size of her breasts.  Sue Anne
was a small-busted woman with an A cup.  She noticed the attendant staring
at her breasts, and quickly put the jacket on and buttoned it.

   This morning, after seeing Lauren in the red dress that clung to every
curve, and how young and beautiful she was, Sue Anne felt old and flat. 
Sue Anne entered the bathroom, and prepared for her shower, and did
something she hadn't done for five months.  She undressed and looked in the
full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door.  Her face was
still pretty even with a couple of crows' feet around her eyes.  She cupped
her breasts.  Only the pinky and the ring finger fit underneath, the rest
of the fingers were on top, but at least they were symmetrical.  From the
front, her stomach wasn't too bad.  Sue Anne ran her hands over the front
of her thighs, then ran her fingers between her legs and finally across her
slit.  Up and down, on the second pass her middle finger entered until the
first knuckle was inside.  She continued the up and down motion until she
felt the tingling beginning to start.  She immediately stopped.  "Sorry old
girl, I know it's been a while, but I don't have time right now." It had
been five years since she had an orgasm, and masturbation carried too much
guilt to be pleasurable.  After the shower, while getting dressed, she
decided she needed a little extra cleavage to feel better about herself,
and used some silicone breast inserts, which increased her to a full B cup.
She had always traveled with a couple of padded B cup bras in her suitcase.
With the fake breasts, they made her breasts look bigger; they moved very
naturally, and nobody could know they weren't real.  With the padded bra,
Sue Anne could be a happy small C cup.  Over the years, the stuffing of her
bra has evolved from Kleenex, and old stockings, to foolproof expensive
molded silicone breast inserts.

   Pablo was sitting about half asleep when a car pulled in to get gas. 
This was the first car in two days.  He noticed two pretty women in the car
as he was walking closer.  The passenger door opened and a 3-inch red
high-heel emerged connected to a long toned leg, and for a split second he
thought he would be rewarded with a panty shot, but he barely caught a
glimmer of the lower thigh before she adjusted the skirt.  He stared at the
woman, mid-twenties; athletic body, nice set of hooters hidden behind an
expensive red dress, wavy shoulder length blonde hair, very pretty.  She
wore minimal makeup, not that she needed any to look beautiful.

   As Pablo passed the front bumper, the driver emerged and stretched, her
lacy white bra showed clearly through her silky white shirt, but she must
be shy because of the way she hurried to put on the jacket.  She must be
the passenger's mother, he thought.  The driver was just as pretty, but
with a more mature body.  She had stylish short auburn hair.  Her breasts
looked smaller than the daughter's, and she was about 25 pounds heaver, but
didn't look fat.  There was something sexy about the shy older woman in the
tan business suit

   "Please fill it up.  Where are the bathrooms?  And how far is Morelia?"
Sue Anne asked.

   "Most tourists don't come this direction, but about 10 miles straight
down this road, you'll see the main road.  Turn right and follow it till
you hit the city.  You'll need a key for the restroom." Pablo said.  As he
started to fill the car with gas, he looked at their asses, and it was hard
to pick a favorite - each had its own appeal.  The daughter's ass was
perfect, tight and toned!  You could tell this girl worked out religiously.
The mother's ass had a couple extra pounds, but it would give you something
to hold as you slammed the meat to her.  Once their clothes were removed it
would be easier to decide.  He handed the key to the ladies, and started to
smile to himself as he quickly called the local police chief.

   "Hey, El Jefe, get over here quick.  Some fun finally pulled into town,
and remember it's my turn to frisk them.  I know, I know, you always get
first choice on fucking." Pablo hurried to the car and opened the passenger
door, and put a package wrapped in duct tape containing nothing but powered
sugar, under the passenger's seat.  He walked to the front of the rental
car, raised the hood and checked the oil, waiting for the fun to begin.

   "Have you ever seen a more disgusting and dirty bathroom?" Lauren said,
trying not to touch any surfaces in the bathroom as she waited for her
mother to finish.

   "No, I don't think I have, but I can't wait anymore or I'll explode. 
Too much coffee this morning." Sue Anne replied from inside the dirty
stall. "I don't think this place has ever been cleaned, but at least the
toilet works.  Let me wash my hands, and we'll get out of this nasty place.
Just think tonight we'll be staying at a local bed and breakfast, and
tomorrow we'll be flying home."

   The women were walking back to their car and noticed a police car with
its lights flashing pull in and parked directly behind their car.  A large
man got out of the police car, approached their car, and talked to the
attendant, then suddenly looked in the women's direction.

   "Ma'am," said the uniformed officer, " is this your vehicle?  There have
been reports of a car fitting this description delivering drugs.  I'm
sorry, but I'll need to search the car.  I don't think I'll find anything,
but I have to do my duty.  I hope you understand.  May I search your car
voluntary?"

   "Officer, feel free to check it, but there are no drugs anywhere inside"
Sue Anne said, smiling.

   "Hi, I'm the local police chief of this small town, and they call me El
Jefe.  What are your names?"

   "I'm Sue Anne and this is my daughter, Lauren."

   El Jefe nodded politely, and opened the driver's door, looked in the
back seat and under the driver's seat.  He got out of the car and walked
around the car and opened the passenger's door, and checked the glove box.
"So far, so good.  You'll be on your way any moment." He laughed to
himself, as he knew there is a package under this seat.  Because Pablo
always puts it under the passenger's seat.  He leaned over and pulled the
package out and set it on the roof.

   "What's this then?  You said there weren't any drugs in the car.  I hate
liars more than drug dealers." The Chief tried to look surprised and angry
as he contemplated the prospect of searching the two suddenly terrified
looking women.

   "That is not ours!  We have never seen that before.  Please believe me.
This is a rental car, maybe it the previous owners," Lauren pleaded.

   El Jefe pulls out a pocketknife and pokes a hole in the package, and
shows the white powder to the women, then brushes the powder on his pants.
"Just as I said before, Liars; nothing but filthy liars.  Don't move,
you'll need to be frisked before going to the station." El Jefe turned to
Pablo.  "Pablo which one do you want to frisk first?"

   Pablo, the attendant stepped up behind Lauren and started to reach out
to frisk her, but she stepped away and screamed, "Don't touch me!  We
haven't done anything wrong.  You can't let him do this to us.  He isn't
even a cop.  He's just some bum that pumps gas for a living."

   "Ma'am," the Chief said, patiently.  " This is deputy Pablo.  This town
is too small to afford a police chief and a deputy both working at the same
time, and he works the night shift, but he is an official deputized law
enforcement officer.  Pablo, show the ladies your badge." He laughed inside
as Pablo showed the fake badge.  "The things a person can buy online are
amazing."

   Pablo again stepped behind the young woman, and again she complained. 
"I won't do it.  He is not touching me with those filthy hands."

   "Ma'am, if you don't cooperate I'll have to resort to violence, and if I
have to start hitting your mother to get your cooperation, I won't stop
until I hurt her." El Jefe said harshly and turned to Sue Anne, "And you,
if you don't cooperate, I'll hurt your daughter.  I hate liars.  You two
are liars, and will be sorry you lied to me.  Now both of you get over here
so Pablo can frisk you, to make sure you aren't carrying anything you
shouldn't be, then we'll get you to the station, and decide what to do with
you."

   Lauren looked around for an escape, but wouldn't do anything to hurt her
mother.  She couldn't believe she was about to be frisked by a gas station
attendant.  Lauren felt the deputies hands on her shoulders, and let him
turn her until she was facing her mother, and the police chief.  Out of the
corner of her eye she noticed a couple guys coming over to the station to
see what was going on.

   Pablo stepped up to the younger woman and placed his hands on her
shoulders and turned her.  Pablo moved forward until his hard-on pressed
firmly into her ass, and started to slowly grind into her.

   "What do you think you are doing?" Lauren screamed, and quickly moved
from the unwanted contact.  "How dare you do that to me..."

   "I warned you to cooperate, or else." The police chief yelled and walked
in front of Sue Anne and raised his hand to slap her.  He turned to look at
Lauren.  "Enough of this messing around!  So you don't want my deputy
touching your body, so be it.  Now strip!" Both women gasped, unbelieving.

   "Please don't do that to my baby," Sue Anne pleaded.

   "You're next bitch, so shut up.  I've had it with lying, drug smuggling
bitches.  If you daughter isn't disrobing in another second, or if you open
your trap again, I'll put you both in the hurt locker."

   "I'm sorry," said Lauren, almost crying.  "Please... Just frisk me. 
I'll be good, and won't cause any more problems."

   "These people are hurt by your drug smuggling, and now they will see
what lying criminals look like naked.  I gave you a chance, and you
complained before he touched anything but your shoulders."

   "He... h... had... His thing... w... was..."

   "Quit your whining.  Take off your dress and hand it to Pablo.  You will
do this right now, or I will severely punish your mother, than have you
forcibly stripped.  The choice is yours"

   Lauren knew she'd made a mistake, and now must suffer through it, but
she wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of her crying or
complaining. She took a deep breath, and then reached for the back of her
dress and slowly unzipped.  It took all her willpower to push the dress
down and she stepped out of it and handed it to Pablo.  The worst part was
watching Pablo manhandle, and wrinkle her new dress.  She was standing
there in lace topped thigh-high hose, her tiny red lace thong panties,
which barely contained her goodies, and a matching red lace demi-cup bra.

   "The hose," El Jefe said, impassively, watching her carefully.

   Lauren kicked off her shoes, pulled the left thigh high down, and was
struggling getting the right stocking off her foot.  She heard the rude
comments from the spectators that just arrived "Wow, what an ass." "Did you
see when she bent over, her tits almost fell out?" "Damn she looks good in
red." And other comments about her body, but she tried to ignore them, and
finally handed both stockings to Pablo.

   "Since the guys like your ass so much, I guess the panties are next." El
Jefe couldn't look away from the woman in the expensive red underwear.

   Lauren had spent most of her life at boarding schools, collage dorms,
with public showers, and the occasional trip to the nude beach.  Lauren
decided to take what little power she could away from the local police
chief.  She knew she had an incredible body so there was little horror at
being naked in front of these people.  In fact it was better than being
groped by that asshole.  She pulled her small panties off and immediately
unhooked the front clasp of her bra.  She stood up straight looking the
local police chief in the eyes, and then she shrugged her shoulders and
turned around in a circle, and handed both garments to the deputy.  What
she wasn't ready for was Pablo opening her panties and gazing into the
crotch, and slowly raise them to his nose, and while looking her in the
eyes take a long, deep sniff of her panties.

   "OHMYGOD!  You disgusting pervert!  I can't believe you did that."
Lauren yelled in outrage.

   Sue Anne was in a daze, and didn't notice what was happening until her
daughter yelled.  Sue Anne now saw the deputy with the panties and yelled,
"Stop that you filthy animal." She was terrified with the knowledge that
she would be next.  "What will it take to keep my underwear on?  How am I
going to hide my implants?"

   So the woman wants to play, El Jefe thought, as he watched Lauren unsnap
her bra unasked.  Good!  It will be more fun that way.  He couldn't stop
staring at her perfect body; she had wonderful tits, ideal size for her
frame, tapered waist, and an ass that was utter perfection.  Her pubic hair
was a brownish-red, shaved into a Mohawk that barely fit inside her bikini
tan line, but no tan line on top.  "This bitch must like showing her tits
to people, but does the mother?  I'm going to make the mother suffer for
the daughter's attitude, he thought.  "Well Pablo?" El Jefe asked.

   "Not bad, El Jefe.  It smells clean.  It's like a mix between fabric
softener and perfume.  Real sweet." Pablo said.  "She's wearing 36 C bra if
anyone wanted to know." He announced to the crowd, waving Lauren's bra like
a trophy.

   "Hey Pablo, did you ever notice that a natural blonde is like a unicorn,
something out of a legend, but never seen.  Handcuff her; then we'll get
started on the mother."

   "I bet this is the only way you can get a look at a naked woman..."
Lauren taunted the local police chief as Pablo handcuffed Lauren's hands
behind her back.

   "Please be quiet, Lauren.  Please chief, let my daughter get dressed,
and we can go to the station and discuss this like adults." Sue Anne was
scared now, because she could see the police chief getting mad because
having Lauren strip didn't work as planned.  "Lauren wasn't intimidated by
being naked in public, but I am, and I'm next", Sue Anne thought.  "Oh God,
what am I going to do?"

   "Madam, it's too late for that.  I tried to be nice, but your daughter
called poor Pablo a pervert, and made fun because he works a second job in
a gas station.  It's hard to find steady work here, and I think she hurt
his feelings.  You don't think Pablo was wrong in the way he checked you
daughter's panties do you?  Do you think he's a pervert?"

   "Oh my God, that was a filthy thing he did to my daughter.  I can't
answer how he wants me to without betraying my daughter, but I don't want
to strip with all these strangers watching.  I don't know what to do."

   "Well?"

   Sue Anne thought, "I'm sorry Lauren, but I can't.  I just can't take my
clothes off.  I have to answer him like he wants me to." "Uhm n... no
chief, he w... was j... j... just being thorough and doing his job."

   "Mother!" Lauren screamed

   Pablo saw Lauren watching him as he picked up Lauren's panties, tossed
her bra over his shoulder.  He made a ball out of her panties, and tried to
stuff them in her mouth.

   Lauren fought by turning her head, but her grabbed her right nipple and
started to squeeze and twist it.  "AAAHHH!" She felt sure it would be
ripped off.  As she continued to scream, she felt her panties enter her
mouth, and felt him tying them in place with her bra.  Her only thought was
"It's only a piece of cloth; they're not my panties." Tears started to fall
down Lauren's face.  "I've never been this helpless, and I wish I would of
let that asshole cop a feel or two.  What horrible thing will my mother
have to endure or say because of me?  Mommy, I'm so sorry."

   "Now that your daughter will remain quiet, you can begin to take off
your clothes," the police chief said to Sue Anne.

   "Please, Chief, can't you just frisk me instead?"

   "Pablo, I think this lady wants you to run your hands all over her body.
Is that what you're asking him to do?"

   "Yes." Sue Anne whispered.  She started to cry.

   "Yes, what?  Ma'am?" The Chief tried not to laugh.

   "Please don't do this to me."

   "You don't want to say the words, Pablo, please run your hands all over
my body?  That is not a problem.  Please start taking off your clothes. 
Remember, the first complaint out of your mouth, we end the frisking and
start the stripping!"

   Lauren was crying freely now, and thought, "This is all my fault.  I'm
so sorry mom, that they're treating you so badly."

   "No!" "I can do this to keep my clothes on." Sue Anne took a deep breath
"Pablo, P... ple... Please r... run your h... hands over me." She mumbled
between sobs.  Tears were running down her face, and dropping onto her
blouse.

   "Since you ask so nicely, walk over here and stand in front of me, and
I'll be happy to run my hands all over your body.  If that is all right
with you?" Pablo said, grinning.  Sue Anne nodded and walked over and stood
about a foot away.  "Closer." She moved 6-inches closer, until the tips of
their shoes touched.  "Now spread your legs apart!" Pablo moved until her
chest just touched his, and placed her shoes on the outside of his boots, a
little wider than shoulder width apart.

   The police chief watched as Sue Anne moved ever closer to Pablo until
their bodies touched.  He watched as Pablo groped, and raised her skirt
until her panties were showing.  Pablo told her to turn around, and ran his
fingers between the older woman's legs for a couple of seconds and then
started to fondle her breasts through the tightly buttoned jacket.

   Sue Anne was in agony as she was ordered closer, and closer.  "I've
always been a strong independent woman, I'm Harvard educated, and run a
large department where people listen to and respect me, and a couple
slack-jawed-yokels are ordering me around like a toy." She shuddered as her
chest touched, but she didn't let their crotches touch.  She could smell
beer, and cigarettes on his breath.  She felt his hands travel down her
sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts.  His hands continued
until they were at her lower back, and came up over her back caressing her
like a lover might, pulling her closer and closer until his chest crushed
her small breasts.  Up and down, rubbing every inch of her back, feeling
her bra strap through her clothes; it would be only a matter of time before
he grabbed her butt.  She wasn't prepared for the force of his grip as her
pulled her into his groin.  He pulled at her ass as his hard cock ground
into her lower stomach.

   She stood passively as she was dry humped.  She felt her skirt slowly
being raised, and still did nothing.  She suffered his hand on her, but now
under her skirt this time, and Sue Anne could barely stand still as the
hands caressed and fondled her, shoving the slippery fabric of her slip
between her legs.  Slowly, inch-by-inch, Sue Anne felt her last covering
moving up her legs.  Soon her plain panties would be shown to the world. 
Sue Anne felt defeated as the deputy groped and caressed her pantyhose
covered assed, knowing that in a couple of minutes, she would probably be
raped.  She put her head against his chest and cried.

   "Ma'am I'm going to need you to turn around, and you'll need to pull up
your skirt so I can complete my search, unless you would like to strip. 
The choice is yours."

   "It's almost over.  I can get through anything as long as I don't have
to remove my clothes." She thought as she turned around and faced the
chief. The thought crumbled as soon as Pablo's hard cock pressed
confidently into her ass.  She felt his shoes nudging her shoes, and
reluctantly opened her legs till her legs were again shoulder width apart.
Pablo's hand was now rubbing her stomach, and every so often his thumb
would slip between her buttons and touch her bare skin.  She looked around
at the gathering crowd.  About ten people were now gathered around the
station to watch the show.  Sue Anne was looking for an escape, and saw her
naked daughter crying, the crowd, and knew there was no escape.

   "Ma'am, are you stopping the search?"

   "N... N... No."

   "The skirt is in my way.  Take it off or Pull it up Slowly.

   Sue Anne started to bend over to grab the hem of her skirt, and
immediately straightened up.

   "I'm running out of patience."

   Sue Anne bent over, and again felt the extra pressure Pablo was
exerting. She also had to push her ass back into his hard member or be
pushed head first into the ground.  Her skirt was raised slowly like he
wanted.

   "I've overcome a lot to succeed.  Boyfriends in college with the put out
or get out attitude; bosses that expected a blowjob for a raise and a
promotion.  I've always stood my ground, come hell or high water, but here
I am crying like a little girl, about to show a small town my panties, and
there is nothing I can do to stop it."

   "Dios Mio" The chief thought as woman's skirt was raised up until her
panties showed.  In the heels and pantyhose her legs were gorgeous.

   Sue Anne was now holding her skirt and slip well above her hips hoping
this would bring this horrible event to a close.  She felt his hands
descend to her inner thighs, next rubbing the front, sides, than back in a
circle.  She stood there in the open parking lot, her skirt up, and her
comfortable panties on display to anyone who wanted a free peek, being
caressed like a lover would, and was probably the worst moment in her life.
He was now rubbing his fingers between her legs, working her pantyhose and
panties inside her vagina, trying to excite her.  She laughed thinking, "He
might as well be rubbing my shoulder." She received no excitement from his
contact.  She was lost in her own dismal thoughts until she heard the
dreaded words...

   Then the very thing she was trying desperately to avoid, happened.  He
had his hands on both breasts and said, "Hey,El Jefe, she has something in
her bra."

   "What?"

   "How the hell am I suppose to know?  Whatever it is, it's under a padded
bra."

   "Madam, I guess your going to have to disrobe, so we can see what you
have tucked inside your bra."

   "Please, Chief, it's nothing.  Well, it's...let's please go the station
and I'll explain it to you," Sue Anne said.  " How can I avoid this
embarrassment?"

   "No.  I don't think so.  You'll have to disrobe here, and show me what's
inside your bra first.  It might be a booby trap."

   "Please Chief!" "Oh God, how can I explain I stuff my bra?  Please don't
make me show you!" Oh, God!  I uhmm I stuff ummm my bra," a mortified Sue
Anne explained.

   "You stuff you bra?  A grown woman, I thought only young girls did
that." The local police chief said loud enough so everyone could hear.  Sue
Anne thought she would die of shame.  "Pablo, you better feel those tits
again."

   "Sure thing El Jefe." Pablo says, and he fondled the woman again.  He
made a show of caressing her breasts, rubbing, squeezing, and moving them
around.  He loved the power over this old broad.  He knew a woman like this
wouldn't give him the time of day, but here he is openly humiliating her.
"Here she stands just patiently waiting till I'm done squeezing her tits."
"I don't know?  There is an awful lot of padding in her bra, and then I
guess there is something else, but damn if I can feel a tit through all
this stuff.  Damn, this broad is nothing but padding.  Must be flat as a
board.  We'd better make sure.  I think she should strip.  So everyone can
see the real size of those tits."

   "You heard him lady, take off the jacket."

   Sue Anne was emotionally drained.  She acted like a zombie as she began
to disrobe.  She unbuttoned her tan jacket and just let it fall to the
ground in the dusty parking lot.

   "Now off with your skirt," said the Chief.

   She unsnapped and unzipped the skirt, then wiggling and struggling
finally pushed the skirt over her hips and ass, let the skirt fall into the
dust, not even caring that the suit cost $400 and had been worn only twice.
Now everyone could see that Sue Anne had on a short lace trimmed half-slip
under her skirt.  The crowd snorted in approval.

   "OK lady the blouse is next."

   Sue Anne unbuttoned the blouse slowly, because her fingers shook so
badly, and it also went to the dirt.  "This has to be the end, once I'm
down to my underwear I know they will stop.  They have to!"

   Pablo was enjoying the show, as the pristine blouse fell in the dust,
and Sue Anne just stood there in a white bra with lace pattern on the cups,
and her white silky half-slip.  For an old broad she looks pretty good, he
thought.  Nice underwear!

   "Such a pretty little slip," the Chief grinned.  "Let me see it." Oh,
no, Sue Anne thought.  Not this.  Not everything.  I don't have Lauren's
figure, and my underwear is so old fashioned.  Slowly, reluctantly, Sue
Anne pulled the waistband of her slip down.  She bent forward a little as
she pushed the silky garment to the ground.  There was a smattering of
applause as Sue Anne picked it up and handed it to the Chief.  Now she was
just in her bra and dark pantyhose, with her full brief white panties
showing underneath the tight nylon.

   Sue Anne unconsciously reached for the waistband and pulled her
pantyhose up, then ran both her thumbs around the top of her pantyhose,
adjusting them.  She stopped; humiliated that she should be fixing her hose
out in front of everybody.  And for the first time, she noticed the
cameras. The flashes.  The red lights of the camcorders.  The Chief noticed
her discomfiture right away, and had a plan.

   "Ma'am, Please remove your hose next."

   With trembling hands, Sue Anne pushed the waistband down past her navel,
and paused at the top of her panties, making sure her panties didn't go
down with them.  She continued to slide them down, awkwardly, and moved her
hands around to the back and slid the tight hose over her ass.  Her hose
were now at the bottom of her panties when she heard the words she had been
longing for.

   "Stop, I've changed my mind.  You can pull your hose back up." El Jefe
said.  "Oh, is this going to be great."

   "Thank you!  Thank you!" Sue Anne cried.  She pulled her pantyhose back
into place, thinking everything was over.  Sue Anne was standing in the
parking lot in just a lacy bra and a pair of pantyhose that came up past
her navel, and her large white panties could clearly be seen.  Never in her
wildest dreams did she think she would be happy to be standing outside in
her underwear with a bunch of people staring at her, but the alternative
was too scary to think about.  "I'm so happy he changed his mind, I could
kiss him."

   "Now you can pull them off."

   "What?  But you said... I thought we were done."

   "I just need to see something, please remove the hose, and we'll
continue."

   Sue Anne was devastated.  Thinking she was saved only to be further
humiliated was too much to take, and she started to sob softly.  She looked
over at her naked daughter, handcuffed and gagged with her own red panties
and lace bra.  "We're both going to be naked, she thought to herself.  I
could have saved myself the humiliation of begging and just undressed like
Lauren.  At least I can try to have some dignity now." She took a couple
deep-calming breaths, and, still crying, pushed the pantyhose down a second
time.  She noticed the chief staring at her stomach.  "Nobody would be that
mean, but knowing she was probably wrong."

   "Now you see it, now you don't," El Jefe said laughing.

   "Hey, it's the Pillsbury Dough Girl.  Do you think if I poked her
stomach, she would make that noise?" Pablo joined in.

   "Why are you treating me like this!  What did I do to you, that you
would treat me so mean." Sue Anne knew what they were talking about.  She
had a small paunch, which sit-ups couldn't get rid of.  In the last couple
years, she'd started to wear control-top pantyhose everyday, and sometimes
a panty-girdle.  A small crowd of people was laughing at the local police
chief's jokes.  Sue Anne wanted to crawl into a hole and die.  Never in all
of her life has she been this humiliated.  Even in high school the boys
jokes didn't hurt this much.  They'd laugh and taunt her.  It is the curse
of small-breasted women everywhere, but Sue Anne never had stand there and
listen helplessly, and strip naked for their enjoyment.  To top it off,
Pablo gave her a small jab in her tummy with his finger and watched the
flesh bounce.

   Sue Anne stood there wearing a pair white cotton full cut brief panties,
and her bra with lace appliqué on the cups.  Both men seemed to be enjoying
her distress.

   "Aren't you a little young for granny panties?  Them are the ugliest
pair of drawers I've ever seen." Pablo said, laughing

   "He's right, lady.  Your daughter knew how to buy underwear.  That has
to be the saddest pair of panties I've ever seen a grown woman wear.  You
should be ashamed to seen in them.  I'll save you the embarrassment of
having to stand there any longer in those awful panties.  Take them off
now!" El Jafe said.

   "I wore these for comfort, not to show the world." Sue Anne pushed her
large panties down, and stepped out of them.  "Damn girl, don't you ever
shave that bush?" the police chief taunted.  "The more I see of you the
less I like.  You're all flabby and hairy.  I'm glad there is only one more
piece to go, then we'll see the real you, and get you covered up before
someone gets sick.  Take off the bra."

   Sue Anne was horrified at his words.  "Flabby and hairy indeed!  Make
someone sick!  The nerve of him!  I work out twice a week, and the guys in
the office flirt with me, and I catch them trying to peek up my skirts
whenever they think I'm not looking.  I know I'm sill a very attractive
woman." The Chief knew it too, but he was getting aroused at the effect his
words were having at the soon-to-be naked professional woman.  He thought
back to only a few minutes ago as the snooty women in their fancy clothes
had made fun of his little town and his deputy.  He deliberately stepped on
Sue Anne's designer suit and ground it a little further into the dust as he
waited for Sue Anne's bra to come off.

   Sue Anne was rattle by his words as she reached around and unhooked the
bra trying to keep the inserts in the bra cups, so they didn't fall to the
ground when she removed the bra.  Sue Anne was angry, nervous and sweaty,
and the inserts stuck to her tits, and before she could catch them they
fell to the ground.  She just dropped the bra onto her clothes, and covered
her tits with one hand and her full auburn bush with the other.  Sue Anne
felt ashamed at shaving her pubic hair.  She shaved just enough so the hair
wouldn't poke out the sides of her panties.  She grew up in an era that
only a slut would shave that part of her body.

   "Look!  Her tits fell off!" Pablo yelled, and walked over and picked up
the fake breasts.  He put them up to his chest, and shook and shimmied,
then tossed them to El Jefe.  The crowd laughed at his dancing.

   "Ma'am, please lower your hand, and turn around.  Then we'll take you to
the station." El Jefe said.  Sue Anne reluctantly lowered her hands, and
waited for the abuse to start.  "You ain't nothing but nipples, lady.  You
look smaller than a twelve-year-old boy." Their insults faded into the
background, and Sue Anne just cried harder as she turned her back to them.
"Does your ass beep when you back up?" said Pablo as he swatted her shapely
behind.  She turned until she faced her tormenters once again, her breasts
and bush now on full display as the Chief reached for her arms.

   The Chief handcuffed Sue Anne's hand behind her back, and Pablo picked
up their clothes, and placed them inside the rental car, except for
Lauren's gag.  "I'll march them to the station, and you bring their car,"
the Chief said.

   A totally naked Sue Anne stood next to her equally nude daughter, each
woman looking sadly into each other's eyes.  She felt the police chief
grabbed her arm, and push both of them down the sidewalk to the station.  A
crowd of men formed a gauntlet, and taunted and harassed the women the
whole way to the station.  Sue Anne tried to ignore the insults, and to
walk with a little dignity, but there was none left.  Only shame and
humiliation filled her, as she walked naked past ten or so guys whose
comments were about her small breasts and flabby stomach.  She felt their
hands on her ass, her breasts, and her tummy.  Finally they were inside the
police station, and the harassers were on the other side of the door.  Sue
Anne was now a little more worried at being alone with these two men, since
she knew personally one of the men was sexually excited, but maybe, just
maybe the worst was over.

   "Pablo, do you think at least one of these ladies would be nice to us,
in exchange for dropping the drug possession, and letting them go in the
morning?  Or should we just let them go now?"

   "I don't know Chief.  Maybe after the photographs."

  
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