BUSTED! Ch. 01

Sitting across from Carole Collins, his stare hidden by his sunglasses he can see the faint camel toe outline of her fleshy pussy lips. She's taken out the lining on purpose!

What an exhibitionist!, he think, wondering how he can use those urges to get his already swelling cock into what must be a nice tight cunt.

She sees an overweight guy stumble as he tries to hide ogling her as he nonchalantly walks past and laughs at the poor sap.

Not that he blames her. He laughs too.

She notices and looks in his direction. Caught but unashamed, he shrugs and smiles.

A moment later I see her adjusting herself and leaving her thighs slightly wider than before.

He makes no secret of adjusting his black surfer shorts to give his hard-on some room and watches as she consciously or unconsciously licks her lips.

Checking his watch he realizes he has 40 minutes to get back to the station, into his uniform and out on patrol.

He stands, points at his watch, shrugs, gives her a little wave and heads to work.

He hopes he'll see her again soon.

It was not taken into consideration when the state decided to stop issuing orange jumpsuits and have the defendants appear in court wearing what they were wearing when they were arrested that that might include a blue string bikini with white splotches because that's what she was wearing when she was coming back from the pool and distracted by something on her phone, glanced away and ran a Stop sign.

Either one of them, the distracted driving or running the Stop sign would have gotten her a ticket. But the combination dictated an arrest.

The driver, hoping to use her feminine wiles to maybe get out of the arrest, used her upper arms to try and create some cleavage but glancing down at her 32b's she figured that wasn't going to work. So she loosened the bow at the back of her top and allowed the cups to fall forward and expose her erect nipples.

When the officer reached her door she smiled her sexiest smile and looked up. Only to see a much larger pair threatening to burst the blue serge uniform and a frowning woman officer in mirrored sunglasses.

"You can put those away and shut off your engine. I'm not impressed."

Carole had never been happy about her modest endowment, no matter how many times her lovers had praised them and described them as perfect.

"License, insurance, and registration... now!" she growled, the B-word definitely implied if not verbalized.

Reaching over for the glovebox for her paperwork her top's bow came undone, fully exposing her breasts.

"I'm adding Indecent Exposure to your charges. Now hand over your info!"

Embarrassed and suddenly both afraid and aroused by the officer's obviously growing ire, she mumbled, "Yes, Ma'am... sorry, Ma'am" and after adding her license to the other two, handed them over and immediately re-tied her top.

"Put your hands on the steering wheel and keep them there," the woman ordered before going back to her patrol car.

Carole was vaguely aware of the increasingly draconian laws that had been passed of late but as a professional woman had not been too concerned. Suddenly, she had become very aware of them and very afraid. And, she mentally cursed, very wet.

It seemed like an eternity before the officer returned and handed back her papers, informing her, "You're being charged with Driving While Distracted, Failure to Stop, and Indecent Exposure..."

"Indecent exposure?!" she sputtered. "It was an accident!"

"We both know that's a lie. You're under arrest. Now hand me the keys and get out of the car," she said as she opened the door.

"But what about my car?" she asked plaintively.

"I've called a tow truck. I suggest you put your paperwork, your phone, and anything of value in your purse and hand it over."

She complied and was told it would be inventoried at the station.

Stepping out, she was none-too-gently turned and pushed against the side of her car.

With her left hand holding her firmly against the hot steel she ordered, "Open your legs."

The idea that she was going to be searched while wearing nothing but a few triangles of cloth seemed incredibly stupid but she knew better than to open her mouth.

"I have to pat the fabric with the back of my hand to make sure you're not hiding anything."

Mentally rolling her eyes and thinking, "Where the fuck would I?" she smartly kept her lips zipped. The small triangle at the back took a single pat and the officer quickly cuffed her and then she was spun around and again pressed against the car.

Her bra was quickly examined and if the cop noticed her stiff nipples she made no sign of it.

With the back of her hand she pushed her thighs open further, making Carole very aware of the

moisture she knew the officer must be feeling,

Taking her hand away she brought it to her nose and inhaled, "Not piss."

And meeting her eyes licked the back of her hand and added, with a slightly sinister smile, "Definitely not piss."

Carole felt her entire body blush as the officer took her firmly by the elbow and escorted her back to the patrol car. Just as she was being locked into the back seat she saw a tow truck pull up, which was a relief.

"I'm not going to ask you what was so important on your phone that you took your eyes off the road but I'm sure the judge will."

The thought literally drained the color from her face. It was a sexy message from her online Master!

As if that all wasn't bad enough, just when they pulled into the station parking lot she exchanged glances with the officer in another car as he was leaving. It was the guy in black shorts from the pool!

Keying the mic on his shoulder he spoke, "Dispatch, can you connect me to Officer Miller?"

A moment later he heard her voice, "Miller here. What's up, Mark?"

"I saw you coming in with a prisoner just now. Just curious as to the charges."

He tried to keep his voice professional, not revealing his prurient interest."

With a noticeable cheeriness in her voice she answered, "This one is good. Distracted driving, running a Stop sign, and Indecent Exposure."

In the back seat Carole blanched. It was easy to figure out who she had to be talking to.

"Indecent Exposure?!" he laughed. "What's that about?... Wait. Don't tell me. I'll come to the arraignment and it can be a surprise."

"Perv!" Miller answered.

"That's me," he admitted.

The girl in the back was humiliated and very turned on.

"How had this day taken such a bad turn?" she wondered.

Like many beautiful women she was a little oblivious as to the chaos her just being could create. On top of that, her naturally flirtatious nature and taste for exhibitionism, when combined with a skimpy bikini that was more appropriate for Miami than a community pool in Virginia, had definitely started her down a path that was almost guaranteed to end badly eventually.

As the officer and her prisoner entered the station and walked towards the booking station the comments when from murmured comments to very vulgar declarations from both cops and other arrestees of what they wanted to do with and to her and hoots of laughter that made her turn crimson from her ankles to her hairline.

"This should not be turning me on!"

But it definitely was.

The process of being fingerprinted and getting her mugshot taken, the latter soon to be plastered all over the internet, was demeaning but not as bad as what was coming next.

Entering the small room with a single chair and a heavy-looking metal table, she saw a very muscular woman whose expressionless face and cold eyes sent a shiver of terror through Carole's entire body.

"Hi Miller. What's this dumb bitch in for?"

As much as she wanted to scream, "I'm not dumb and I'm not a bitch, you fucking cow!" she knew better.

"Triple offense. Phone, Stop sign, indecent exposure."

"I guess any cunt who goes around dressed like that... Or should I say, undressed like that? looks like she's asking for trouble."

"I'm NOT a cunt! I'm a person who got caught up things that weren't... well mostly... weren't my fault!"

"Okay, prisoner. Lose the suit." she heard from her arresting officer.

Thinking she'd be getting some ugly orange overalls, she undid the two bows holding her top and one of the ones on her hip and went to lay them on the table but was intercepted by the heavy-set matron holding out her hand.

Taking them she ran her fingers over the seams and cords of the bra. As if searching for something could possibly have been hidden in that tiny bit of material. After tossing the top onto the table she examined the bottoms, immediately turned them inside out and showed Officer Miller, "See this? She took the lining out of the gusset so everybody could see her fat pussy cameltoe!"

And raising it to her face she breathed in and said, "O. M. G.! You can smell her slutty cunt juice all over it! Is this why you're charging her with I. E.?"

"Nah. It's because she tried to get out of trouble by flashing her tits in the open air. As if those pitiful little things would change anybody's mind!" she said, laughing cruelly.

The humiliation was having a powerful impact and Carole was afraid they'd see her juices running down her legs. She clenched her muscles but this wasn't like trying to hold back a pee. That only made it worse.

Hesitatingly she said, "May I have them back now?"

"Hold your water, bitch. We're just getting started..." she growled as she took a pair of rubber gloves from her back pocket.

The realization of what they meant almost made her throw up.

"You better grab those wrists, Miller."

Watching the way a rabbit becomes mesmerized by a serpent, she saw the burly woman pull on the gloves whose discolored surface revealed they had been used before.

"D-d-don't I get clean gloves?" she asked plaintively?

"Budget cuts. What can I say? But you're lucky, at least the last one was pretty clean."

There was no malice in her tone. Just bored matter-of-factness.

Shuddering, she watched the gloves approach her face.

"Open up."

At this point she was beyond objecting and opened her mouth for the gloved fingers.

They tasted of rubbing alcohol so at least they'd done that.

Her tongue was lifted, pushed to the side, pulled forward and the areas between her gums and cheeks were probed. It was done in an almost mechanical way that somehow made it worse.

That step completed she was moved over, spun around and pushed back across the table, its cold metal surface sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin.

"If you relax we'll be done here pretty quickly. If you resist..." the rest of the matron's words didn't need to be spoken.

The matron lifted her legs from behind her knees and told her, "Grab here where my hands are and hold your legs open. Better you than Miller, trust me." Her snorted laugh was not at all comforting but she obeyed.

"Check this out, Miller. This cunt is soaked!"

Gesturing at the prisoner and her wide open genitals, Officer Miller asked with a laugh, "This cunt or that one?"

She would not have thought it possible to be even more humiliated or embarrassed that she already was and yet... But that wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been naked and not had any way to hide the slippery juices she felt on her vulva.

She caught the two women exchanging glances and nods and knew something was up but before she even had a chance to try and imagine what it might be she felt four fingers jammed roughly into her vagina.

It hurt. A lot. And if she hadn't already been so turned on she might have screamed. But instead she just moaned, making the other two women in the room smile.

The matron twisted her hand around, exploring every textured cranny of the prisoner, pushing her very quickly right to the edge. But seeing that, stopped.

Holding up her gloved hand, now glistening with the signs of Carole's arousal, she joked, "I probably don't even need lube with all of this slime..."

The prisoner shivered with fear. She'd had fingers, vibrators, and even a few dicks in her ass but they (and she) had all been thoroughly lubricated.

"But ya know, protocol and all..." the matron said, dribbling something cold on the tight ring of muscle.

This is definitely going to hurt you more than it does me. But you know what? I really don't give a fuck."

Putting the four fingertips together she pressed against and pushed relentlessly through her sphincter and into her colon in a single thrust, evoking a grunting moan that was more animal than human. The vinyl covered fingers probed the walls painfully but Carole refused to cry out.

"Fuck this bitch!" she thought.

"Okay, you can take her down to the holding cell. Any idea how long it will be before her case gets heard?"

Officer Miller answered, "Since I'm still on duty they've moved it up so I can get back out on patrol."

The cell was clearly designed to hold one or two prisoners but already held 5. And it was obviously not designed to hold anyone for more than a few hours. It had two steel benches that could serve as beds if one were desperate. Each held two women, the other sat on the floor, clearly trying to avoid any interaction with the rest of the cell's occupants.

Two of the women were clearly hook... No, Carole mentally corrected herself, sex workers. Two were young women dressed for clubbing whose outfits, to be fair, were not that much different from the other two. In the daylight they looked 18, not the 21 needed to be in a club, and that was what they were arrested for. The fifth, the one sitting alone as far away from the rest as possible looked like the suburban homemaker that she was.

Carole's appearance in her string bikini stirred the two sex workers to laugh. One pointed at the swollen pussy lips that made a pronounced cameltoe in her briefs and said, "And they say we dress like whores! That girl definitely wants the world to know she's a horny bitch who's ready for any dick at any time!"

The others, including the lady from the suburbs, all laughed.

Their subject turned crimson. Not just because of their ridicule but because after just having been fingered in all three of her holes she really was a horny bitch ready for any dick at any time. And that realization just made her hornier.

The other, slightly older, sex worker asked, "What'd you get busted for? Caught giving a lifeguard a blowjob? Again?"

This of course brought forth more gales of laughter from the rest.

Softly she admitted, "Distracted driving, running a stop sign, and... indecent exposure," the last two words were barely audible.

"WHAT'S THAT?!" the woman howled with laughter. "

"Indecent exposure..." she said, slightly louder.

"What happened? Caught peeing?" one of the young club girls asked.

Blushing even more furiously, as if that were possible, she admitted, "I tried to get out of a ticket by flashing my boobs."

"HA!" the older prostitute sneered, "Those little things? Even one of these two," she gestured at the teen-aged clubbers, "has bigger tits than those pitiful little things!"

Carole had always been more-than-a-little insecure about the size of her breasts despite the fact that every lover she'd ever had had been very happy with their size and sensitivity. Having them mocked only added to her humiliation and that, of course, made her even wetter.

Looking around she spotted the only available place to sit was on the floor next to the homemaker.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked and at a nod slid down the wall next to her.

After a moment she noticed that the woman was the only person whose wrists and ankles and ankles were shackled, the former behind her back.

"Mind if I ask what you got busted for? They must think you're dangerous"

"No problem. Yeah, they do."

Intrigued, she pressed, "Why? You sure don't look like it."

"Thanks. I guess. I'm not dangerous... at least to them."

"Then why...?" she gestured at the chains.

"I killed my husband."

Carole's eyes went wide.

"Caught him trying to molest my sleeping daughter. She's four."

The rest of their cellmates, already familiar with her story talked as a group, "got what he deserved... got off easy... good for you..."

Carole nodded, "Yeah. Justifiable... How?"

"Kitchen knife..." she said coolly, gesturing at the brownish spots on her flowered dress. "This is his..."

The dried blood had so blended in with the pattern of her dress that at first glance it wasn't visible.

"And your..."

"She's with my sister. She already loves her. She's safe... that's all that matters."

"Can I hug you?" Carole whispered.

Happy for any human contact she nodded and Carole leaned over and gave her a long hug. "You saved her. You're a hero."

After the release her the other four women approached and repeated the comforting gesture.

Happy to have the attention taken away Carole noticed too that the attitude of all the rest towards her had changed dramatically.

Time dragged on, none of the women saying much. The only variation was when the younger sex worker went over to the toilet, shimmied her g-string down, lifted her mini-dress and urinated very loudly into the stainless steel bowl.

This broke the ice and one by one the rest followed, including at last, assisted by Carole and the underage club girls, the suburbanite mom.

There were no clocks or windows to tell how much time had passed and the six women gradually adopted a desultory silence that was eventually broken the sound of a heavy door being unbolted somewhere in the distance and two pair of footsteps approaching their cell.

Six pairs of eyes looked up expectantly and saw the matron and Officer Miller. They gestured to Carole and she stood up.

The others objected but the matron shushed them with, "Trust me. This is not the time when you want to be first in line. The judge is a bit of a stickler and it always seems to go hard on his first few defendants after lunch."

It made the girl in the scant blue and white bikini want to throw up. She stepped out of the cage and heard the steel clang shut loudly her as she was turned and cuffed behind her back.

She cast a fleeting smile at the other women, especially the hero, but was quickly marched away down a corridor and through a line of cells that held men, all of whom had something vulgar to say. And added to her desperate arousal.