Abigail's Exposure to the Law

It was a slow day on patrol for Officer Jones. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, after all, Dawn thrived in low-action situations. They made her more focused and controlled. After three days of no activity on her route, boredom had finally set in, a first for the not-really-a-veteran cop.

She was more or less **** for action, something to make her feel productive. So as she drove around the quiet neighborhood, she kept her eyes peeled for anything that would serve as an excuse to get out of the car. The official term was "proactive policing" or something like that, something that made it sound more professional than it felt. Dawn had to admit, as devoted as she was to the cause, driving aimlessly around a college town because she was bored did not make her feel like much of a cop.

It was at this thought that she noticed someone that made her smile. On the side of the road was a young woman, presumably one of the students from the college. This on its own wasn't of much note, but what was noteworthy was the way she was dressed. Aside fromher high heels, every bit of skin below her neck was covered up by a trenchcoat. Dawn had been around long enough to know what that meant: she had a potential streaker on her hands.

Well, she had asked for action, so she shouldn't complain when she got it. She just hoped it would be worth the wait.

...

Abigail was positively giddy. The weather was warm, the streets were clean, and the crowd heading toward the stadium for the championship game was electric. This streak was going to go down perfectly.

She had been so excited that she hadn't bothered to bring emergency clothes with her this time. Having them so close would ruin the experience. Nope, all she had with her was the trenchcoat and her finest heels, and she was regretting even bringing those. Running across the field in high heels was going to be impossible, especially if she wanted to actually get away.

As she peeked her head out of the alley, something fell out of her trenchcoat and hit the ground. Abigail yelped and reached down to pick up her ski mask, the most important part of her attire. She couldn't exactly sho her face at school again if she showed it today.

"Lose something?" Abigail shot up and turned around to see a police officer standing behind her, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised in concern.

Abigail blushed. "Oh, no, officer. What makes you say that?" She put on a nervous smile, quickly hiding the ski mask behind her back.

"You seem to be missing quite a bit there," the cop said , gesturing to Abigail's bare legs, which the short trenchcoat did a poor job on concealing. "I don't suppose you have any special plans today."

Abigail's face went bright red. "O-of course not," she stammered. "I'm just... on my way to the big game, you know. I don't want to be late and all." She took a few steps back out of the alley, but without looking where she was going, stepped on a rock and, being in most unfortunate footwear, snapped her heel and took a major tumble to the ground.

Unfortunately, this caused two things to happen: 1. the ski mask flew out of her hands, and 2. the bottom of her trenchcoat flew open, showing off everything she wasn't wearing underneath to the police officer in front of her. Of course, getting the wind knocked out of her made it hard to get a grasp on the situation By the time she realized what had happened, she was being picked up off the ground and ushered back into the alley, the hem of her coat revealing much more than her legs.

"Wait, wait. I can explain."

"I'm sure you can, and you can do so at the station."

"I'm under arrest?! For what?"

"Public indecency, of course." The officer lifted up the hem of Abigail's coat, showing some sun to the bottom of the would-be streaker's butt. "Did you think you were being subtle? You picked the second-most obvious streaker outfit you could."

"Hold on, technically I'm still dressed, so I'm not indecent. You can't just arrest me for that."

The cop sighed, before looking Abigail in the eyes. "Then let's bring you home for some clothes. You're dressed so warmly, and on such a hot day. Why, you might pass out in this heat."

"No!" Abigail struggled out of the officer's grip and started to run off. She only made it about two feet, however, before her remaining heel broke underneath her and sent her sprawling to the ground.

"This has to be the most pathetic escape I've ever seen." As the cop started to walk over to Abigail, the student yelled out in both pain and frustration at being caught. But then she got an idea.

"Okay, fine. You got me." Abigail stood up on shaky legs. "I was going to streak the football game, okay? You caught me. That what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes, actually."

"Look, miss..."

"Officer Jones."

"...Jones, I know I messed up here, and you're just doing you job by bringing me in, but I have a really good reason to be doing this."

"And what would that be?" Jones asked skeptically.

"I really want to."

A moment of silence followed, as both ladies simply looked at one another. Eventually, though, Jones broke the silence. "So like, I said, you're under arrest."

"Come on, can't you just let this slide for once. What's going to happen, anyway?"

"You're asking me to let you break the law because it would be fun? Why should I take you seriously?"

Abigail bit her lip and smiled. "Well, technically you need permission from campus police to hold students accountable. And you and I both know they don't give a shit about streakers. You don't want to go through so much paperwork for nothing, do you?"

Jones stood in thought for a minute. Abigail was genuinely surprised that had worked, and she wasn't going to squander this chance. "I'm sure you thought of doing something like this in college. Would you really want to squash my future over something so trivial?" She leaned in closer to the policewoman. "You know, maybe it would be cooler if more than one person streaked today."

"What are you implying?"

"I'm saying we should do it together. Come on, I have an extra ski mask, so no one will know it's you. Plus, you seem pretty fit, I'm sure you can outrun the stadium security. Don't you want to let loose, just once, with no consequences?" Abigail knew she was pushing things, but at this point, she was all-in.

The cop began to smile. "You know what? Maybe I do." She reached out her hand. "I'm in."

Abigail was genuinely taken aback. She hadn't expected that to work. Still, this just made things better. Now she not only got to strip, but she didn't have to do it alone. She had to resist the urge to jump for joy in the alley right there. "Awesome! Now come on, we gotta get there before the game st-Ah!" Abigail almost tripped for the third time before remembering both of her heels were broken.

"There's no way you can walk all the way to the stadium in those, and I'm definitely not letting you walk barefoot."

"What do you suggest we do, then?

Jones turned around and walked out of the alley. "Come on, we'll take my car."

Abigail smiled, before stopping herself. "You're police car? Where you keep criminals?"

"Yes?"

"How do I know you won't just take me to campus police instead?"

"You can ride in the front. Besides, I don't want to miss the game either." She waved to Abigail to follow, and, once the wary college girl saw her open the passenger side door, she shrugged and followed. She'd come this far, how bad could things get?

...

As they pulled up to the rear of the stadium, both women were grinning from ear-to-ear. Having removed her shoes in the car, Abigail stepped out wearing only her trenchcoat and ran toward the door of the stadium. "This is so much better than I expected. I wasn't sure I'd get this far."

"You wouldn't have." Dawn replied, getting out of the car herself. "How were you expecting to get past security with only that trenchcoat, anyway?"

"Oh, I have my ways." Abigail winked, and Dawn rolled her eyes. "Anyway, how do we get in?"

"Security usually leaves this door unlocked for about fifteen minutes a day while the crowds settle in." Dawn rattled the lock and the door slid open. "Voila. Now all we have to do i-" Before she could finish, Abigail had swapped her coat for her ski mask, her perky breasts and bubble butt finally seeing the sun.

She held out a second ski mask for Dawn. "Come on, let's get going."

"You're just going to leave that there?" Dawn gestured to the coat on the ground.

"Oh, of course, silly me." Abigail picked up the coat and tossed it into the dumpster. "Kobe!" It flew through the air and landed daintily on top of the garbage bags, billowing out to its full size. "Okay, let's hurry. I'm so excited." Abigail dashed into the stadium, while Dawn simply sighed and closed the door behind her.

As they made their way through the maintenance tunnels on the edge of the stadium and into the locker rooms, Abigail had to avoid looking at the changing areas where the home team was preparing for the game. This had the added affect of placing her eyes right at her partner-in-crime's substantial chest, which was impressive even under her uniform. Perhaps that had been the reason she was so willing to strip outside before heading in.

As they approached the exit to the field, Abigail was giddy with excitement. "This is it." She looked over at Dawn, who was beginning to undo the buttons on her pants. "Wow, I have to admit, I'm surprised you're going through with it."

"Why wouldn't I? We made a deal, didn't we?" Dawn let her shirt fall to the floor, showing off a lacy pink bra.

"Aw, you do care." Abigail turned back to the stadium, where the crowd was roaring and the jumbotron was revving them up even more. "We'll head out once they announce the home team. I want all eyes to be on us from beginning to end."

"Sounds perfect. Is your mask tight enough?"

Abigail pulled on it, noticing for the first time how tight it was. "Actually, it's a little snug, it's really warm in here."

"Oh? Then let me help." Abigail felt a tug on the back of her cap, but then noticed her head feeling less tight. "Oh, yeah, that's great. I think we're ready don't you?" She turned around to see Dawn had shed her underwear and donned her own ski cap. Now as naked as Abigail, her boobs hanging low and her pussy shaven, she gave a thumbs-up. "On the count of three. One..."

"Two..."

"THREE!"

Abigail ran out onto the field, screaming with joy and letting her small breasts fly in the winds. Her bare feet felt wonderful on the grass, perfectly maintained and wet from the sprinklers. She was laughing harder than she could remember laughing in her whole life. She could feel her long hair flying behind her as she ran to the center of the field, not even paying attention to the guards that were surely chasing her.

Wait, hair?

She turned her head up to the jumbotron and her heart sank. She saw everything she had expected to see, and one thing she hadn't: her face. She wasn't wearing her ski mask, and everyone could now see every detail on her face.

At least, they could for a few seconds before Abigail was struck with a stark reminder of why she had been running. Three security guards tackled the streaker to the ground, squishing her boobs into the grass and pressing her face under their arms. "Stay down," they yelled, keeping her mouth shut and partially filled with dirt and grass. One of them spoke into their walkie, "Tell the team to stay inside for now, we've got a streaker on the field and we need to deal with it first."

"Oh, don't worry. I can take it from here." A familiar voice spoke up and Abigail looked up as much as she could to see a familiar uniform. "Looks like someone got past you again, Sherman. You should think about replacing the lock on that door." Dawn said, hiding her cheeky smile.

"You?!"

"Yes, me? And who are you, miss?"

"You know who I fucking am! You let me in here, you bitch."

Dawn shook her head, showing pity for the poor girl. "I don't know what you're talking about. Lying will get you nowhere, young lady." She turned to one of the guards, who had stood up. "I found a trenchcoat in the dumpster out back, so I came in to investigate. Then I found this right inside the locker room. I'm guessing she didn't mean to leave it there." She held up the ski mask, which now had a large tear in the back running along the seam.

Abigail could only growl, realizing how thoroughly she'd been duped. As she got to her feet for the third time that day, she could only glower at the cop as she was pulled away by who she had thought was her friend.

"Oh, I didn't answer your question, before. About ruining your college life." Dawn whispered into the defeated girl's ear. "It's not something I typically do, but this was fun. Maybe I'll try it again sometime."