Deena comes to town

Heads turned as the topless state trooper came galloping down Main Street, wild-eyed and frantic, cupping her breasts with her arms. Pinchton was crowded this time of year, with all the tourists from the cities and the nearby women's college come to see the autumn foliage. A cute Asian girl from New York nudged her blonde friend.

"Hey," she said. "That cop's got her tits out."

"I know, right? Hilarious. But what's that strange mist?"

They turned to look at the mist, currently rolling down the street towards them, eating up storefronts one by one. "Must be some weird Maine weather thing," the Asian girl said, taking a step back. "Gives me a creepy feeling, though. Almost like it's..."

The mist surged over them.

"Eeeeek!"

"Ahahaha! It tickles!"

"Stop looking at me! No, don't take off my..."

"Why is it so slimy??"

"Don't... that's private! Don't play with... eek! Eeeeeeeeeek!"

The supermarket door slid open. Deena stumbled in, hands clasped to her tits, pursued by a couple of wisps of mist that dissipated as the door shut again behind her. She stood there, breathing heavily, as shoppers and cashiers turned to look at her.

"Listen, everyone," she said, surveying the store. It held about thirty or forty people, almost all women except for Pete, the handsome young man who worked the deli. "Please remain calm. I'm state trooper Deena Diddell, and I have an important announcement to make..."

"Hey, Deena," piped up one of the shoppers, a tall tough-looking black woman by the name of Angela Vine. They weren't exactly friends. Angela worked for the mayor, and Deena had to keep reminding her this couldn't get her out of parking tickets. "Where's your top?"

"That's not important right now. We have a city-wide emergency."

"Those titties are a city-wide emergency, girl! Damn!"

"Nobody can leave the store, okay? You have to listen to me!"

"Hell, ain't no topless girl goin' tell me what to do. I say we all leave the store right now!"

Deena cupped her breasts more tightly, painfully aware of how ridiculous she must look in just her uniform trousers. Her athletic body was exposed from the waist up to every eye in the supermarket, including Pete's, who was standing behind the deli counter trying not to ogle her too obviously. A couple of shoppers were casually sauntering towards the exit. "No, wait! If you go out there, you'll.."

"What? Lose our tops?"

"Exactly! You have to stay here, or..."

"You come in here with your titties out, you think you can push us around? Deena Diddell, the famous topless trooper, thinks she runs the place. Well, listen, girl, I've got half a mind to..."

There were a squeaking sound and an awed hush from within the store. Angela trailed off in mid-sentence, her eyes going very wide. Hesitantly, not knowing what she was going to see, Deena turned around.

An Asian girl, stark naked, cheeks blazing intensely red, was being rubbed up against the plate-glass window. Something was holding her, pressing her small breasts flat against the glass, spreading her legs so the hairs of her pussy left trails in the cold condensation. The people in the store, including Pete, could see absolutely everything. And judging by the expression on the Asian girl's face, she was very aware of it. Her beautiful bare body gleamed with translucent slime as she slid back and forth across the window, burning with the indignity of her exposure.

"...or that," finished Deena. "So I'm in charge now, right?"

"Uh..."

"Good. Everyone's staying here. And, Angela, give me your shirt."