A partial rescue

Colleen wriggled, nude on the back seat of the police car. If she hunched over she liked to think it at least hid her tits from the cops in the front, though it didn't feel successful. All she could really say was that at least the street outside couldn't see her ass.

"C-can I please have-"

"Quiet back there," the driving cop snapped. "Station's not far."

"I just want something to wear," Colleen said.

"I said shut it!" the cop said.

She whimpered. How much longer was she going to have to be naked? Colleen squirmed, wriggling against the seat, still desperately trying to cover up. The cuffs stayed firm.

She ducked her head down as the car went past a busier stretch of sidewalk, turning so that hopefully they'd only see her bare back. Then she whimpered as the car stopped.

Colleen glanced sideways. The driver honked the car horn. She frowned, trying to shuffle so that she could peer in front of the car; there was someone standing in the road.

Wait, she knew who that was.

Bakuto strode from the middle of the road to the driver's side of the car, rapping on the window twice. When the cop rolled it down to talk, Bakuto silently reached in and tapped twice on his neck, then struck the other before they could relax.

It was one of the moves she'd seen him perform before; an easy, no-fuss way to knock someone out, albeit extraordinarily difficult to master. She'd tried but never gotten far.

"My apologies, Colleen," he said. "I accept I was in part to blame for the misunderstanding that lead to... this, but we can't have you losing your place in this city."

"Th-thank you," she said, nodding in what she hoped looked more like gratitude that embarrassment.

Oh god, her sensei could see her tits. Maybe even her pussy, if he looked; she squirmed nervously, trying to shift her legs to hide it.

"I'll use some influence to clear you," Bakuto said. "They won't be coming after you."

He grabbed something from the front, then reached around outside to unlock the back door of the car.

"I assume getting home won't be too much trouble for you," he said.

Getting home?! She was handcuffed, still stark naked, and by the look of it the street wasn't exactly empty.

And, from a logistical standpoint, it wasn't inherently harder than some of her training. Bakuto wasn't one to coddle. It was just that she hadn't been expected to do her training naked in a crowded city. Colleen bit back a squeak, wanting to seem more dignified in fromt of him.

"I'll manage," she said reluctantly, cheeks heating up.

Bakuto nodded before swiftly leaving.

Now she could get out of the car at least, but did she even want to? At least in here she could duck down, hide under the windows; if she went out she'd be giving the street a full 360 view of her uncovered body.

Colleen tugged desperately at her handcuffs.

Oh god, seriously? If she could somehow undo or break them, she'd be able to cover herself with her arms. At best maybe she'd hide her boobs and her pussy, but she'd still be baring her ass. And that was somehow her best option?!

And fuck, she was handcuffed anyway. Maybe she could steal clothes or something from the cops in the front, if she could get her hands free, and if she was willing to still expose herself to the street in order to get around to the front, past the divider.

She stared at the car door nervously, whimpering as she realised those on the other side could still see her chest.

She had to get home!