Kawakami could do nothing but stare with wide eyes as a police officer opened the door. “No way it was a wild goose chase,” he muttered to himself irritably. “This ‘doctor’ has got to be up to something.” To her horror, he glanced up from the ground and stared directly at her! He froze for a moment, squinting in confusion, before taking a few steps closer. “Hey! What’s your name?” he asked gruffly.
Well, she was dead. Goodbye teaching! She’d had a good run. Well, maybe not so good the last few years, but still! There was no way she was going to keep her job now. Not after being caught like this by a police officer! “B-Becky,” she said, defaulting to her maid name out of habit.
The officer snorted. “Okay, ‘Becky’! Step away from the wall. Hands where I can see them!”
Kawakami cursed silently. Without the wall behind her, anyone walking by would see her butt! But she couldn’t just ignore a police officer. Reluctantly, she took a few steps forward, feeling the cool breeze on her bare behind. She spread out her arms, to make it clear she wasn’t hiding anything.
The officer looked her over critically, walking around her in a slow circle. Kawakami **** herself not to fidget as he ran his eyes all over her. “An apron and...a collar?” he asked in disbelief. “Nothing else? Well, I guess it’s true what they say. Whores don’t get cold!” He laughed at his own crude joke.
Kawakami reddened. This situation was mortifying enough already, without him mocking her! “I-I’m not a whore,” she said as clearly as she could. “This is just an accident.”
The officer snorted in disbelief. “Sure. Don’t worry; all the boys will be happy to hear your story down at the station. I’m sure we’ll all get a real kick out of it. Hands behind your back.”
Kawakami’s eyes widened. Wait...he really thought she was a prostitute? Oh, this was bad! She thought he was planning to arrest her for indecent exposure or something. Which would probably mean losing her job. But...if he thought she was a streetwalker, she might actually go to jail! “No, really!” she insisted desperately. “I was doing laundry, and-”
“I said, hands behind you back!” the cop barked, grabbing one of her wrists and twisting it behind her back. ‘You got any I.D. in the outfit?”
Kawakami winced, both from the uncomfortableness of having her arm held like this, and how close the officer was to her. He was practically pressed up against her bare ass! “No,” she managed to get out. “It’s in my other clothes. Please, you have to-”
“Save it for your lawyer,” the man said brusquely, fiddling with something behind her. She couldn’t properly see what he was doing. “Or your pimp’s lawyer. Have you used any illicit substances this evening?”
“No!” Kawakami said exasperatedly. “This is all just a misunderstanding!”
“Uh-huh.” Kawakami felt cool metal against her held wrist and the sound of something clicking shut. He’d put handcuffs on her! “Your other wrist, now.”
It seemed like nothing she said could convince this man that she wasn’t a streetwalker. And there was no guarantee that things would be different at the station. Aside from the embarrassment of being seen by who knew how many police officers, it wasn’t as though she could afford a good attorney. She might end up going to prison! She had to do something!
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