10. They’re joining Amy in your office.

They get barely a foot toward the door before you have them by the wrists.

“Ooook. You two are joining your friend then.”

You haul the two girls into your office and shut the door behind you. Deftly, you lock it behind you. Amy looks up at her friends in surprise.

“I spoke to your friends and they tried to run. Things aren’t looking good for the three of you. I’ll have to conduct a search.”

“We,” the smarter brunette gestures to her and the ditz, “didn’t do anything!”

“You still ran. That’s certainly doing something.”

You ask the girls the same demographic questions. All of them are 18, in fact they’re shopping for the ditz’s (Lisa’s) birthday, and all of them go to Westwood. It’s a prestigious school up in the mountains known for attracting the daughters, and only the daughters, of the rich and famous. It’s an excellent education in both academics and connections to the glitterati. You decide to file away the contact info for all three.

“Alright,” you put down your clipboard, “Lisa you first. Stand up, arms out, legs spread.”

The girl follows your orders. You begin by innocuously patting down her arms and back, but soon you get the opportunity to explore her chest. She’s wearing her uniform button up, and you discover she doesn’t need to wear a bra. You can see her nipples poking through the crisp cotton as you begin to grope her A cups.

“Hey, isn’t there a female officer for this?” Nia, the third girl, seems like the smartest of the bunch and also the most ill tempered. You feel the urge to punish her rise up in you.

“Not on duty today.” You subtly play with Lisa’s nipples before running your hands down her stomach.

You kneel behind her and begin patting her legs. Realistically you don’t have to do this. She’s only wearing knee-high socks and her uniform skirt, but you can’t resist copping a feel. Her legs are smooth and toned. As you reach up under her skirt, you feel the warmth between her legs. One finger subtly reaches up and brushes her crotch and you feel her shiver slightly.

“Alright, Nia you’re up next.”

“I’m not letting you grope me!”

“It’s that or I call the cops and they can ‘grope’ you down at the station.”

“At least I’ll get a female officer to search me.” She crosses her arms in front of her.

“And I’ll have to file a police report. Which I’m certain will go back to Westwood and probably on to your parents.”

At that Nia blanches. She stands reluctantly and assumes the pose to be searched. You glance over at Amy who’s squirming in her chair. She looks uncomfortable, maybe in more ways than one.

You spend a little extra time with Nia. Her tits are enough to fill your hands as you “search” her. You knead them under the pretense of feeling through her bra. You are trying to feel through her bra, just not for the reason you claim. She’s the tallest of the three, but she still only comes up to your shoulders. You kneel to pat down her legs. She opens her mouth to say something but seems to think better of it. Good, you’re breaking her down.

As you reach up under her skirt, you take extra time with her pert butt. The hand between her legs slides all the way up to cup her pussy lips and you relish the heat between her legs. You grope her ass and you sense a slight bloom of moisture. She may not like it, but her body does.

You look up and see a scowl painted on the girl’s face. You decide not to push your luck with her and stand. You wave over Amy who stands reluctantly and walks over. There’s something about her gait that seems a little off.

“Did you manage to injure yourself while I was gone?”

She looks at you confused, “No, why?”

“You’re walking a little funny.”

“This… this is just how I walk.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. You know what I think I’m going to have to strip search you. Take your clothes off.”