Beg

You and your fellow sissy feel trapped, encircled by these hot if clearly dangerous cops, holding each other close. You don’t have id’s, or anything to prove you aren’t the streetwalking sluts they claim. Candy, trying anything, gets on her knees next to you, causing you to reflexively join her. “Please, Ma’am, we are dressed for a party we are walking to. Our outfits don’t let us carry anything, but please believe us we aren’t doing anything illegal! Is there… is there anything we can do to convince you?”

You nod along, even as you worry what she may be implying. The sarge looks stern as the rookie stands behind you both, hands on each of your heads giggling. “Sarge,” she says. “I have an idea, since they are begging on their knees and all.”