Epilogue Epilogue - Laura and Annie escort the Hacker

With Rebecca's badge in hand, Annie and I marched our way past the leering and mocking eyes of the students (most of whom were carrying fruit for some strange reason), our hands clinging to our privates. Since our hands were likely going to be too busy holding the hacker, we were savoring our last moments of cover. We made it to the art room, where the hacker had been left to punished, and were greeted by her tormentors. "Wow, that cop wasn't joking, you really are escorting her starkers."

"Just show us where she is." I grumbled. The girl led me further into the room, and my heart sank.

As expected, the art students had gotten to work on painting the hacker. From head to toe, her body was now a picasso like jigsaw of bright shades of red, green, yellow, blue, purple and orange. But the bad news was that in order to keep her in place, the art students had glued her feet to a podium, and glued her hands on her hips to prevent her from covering herself. The hacker only spoke in muffled cries, which led me to assume her lips had also been glued together. Was superglue just the latest hazing craze? It seemed the Queen of Pranks still haunted me beyond her completed casefile.

"Pretty good work, if I do say so myself."

"Who cares about that, how the hell are we supposed to move her?!" I said aghast.

"I dunno about you boss, but I don't want to be waiting around for that glue to wear off."

"Relax you two. Look down." Annie and I followed her finger to see that she was pointing at a red square beneath the podium. At first, I had assumed it was just a mat to prevent paint going on the floor, but I realised that the square had four wheels underneath, and had a giant metal handle propped up by two cylinders attached to it's sides. It was some kind of pallet cart, like the ones used in warehouses. "Now you two can transport her while showing off our handiwork. It'll be like a travelling art exhibition! Have fun you two."

As the girls left, Annie and I looked at each other, then looked into the pleading eyes of the hacker. It seemed no matter who was the victor of today's battle, we all had a long road ahead.

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Despite the blinding sunlight in my eyes, it couldn't fully obscure the aghast pedestrians we passed. I tried my best to ignore them, but not even my aching muscles could distract me from my situation. Due to the angling of the cart's wheels, we could only pull it in the direction of the handlebar. As such, both mine and Annie's arms were behind our backs, allowing everyone to stare at our tits and vulvas. There'd been one instance at the start of our journey where Annie had let her nerves get the better of her and prompted her to cover up, but since the road was at a slight incline, that had resulted in both of us chasing our runaway cart down the street, and we had learned better. Said incline meant we exerted a lot of effort dragging incognita around, Forcing us to occasionally stop and rest while still holding onto our cart, giving everyone a chance to inspect us up close. Thankfully, although we gathered a few stares, our prisoner was a lot more eye catching.

That was until she came along.

"Laura? Is that you?"

A woman with a wicked grin and her hair in dark bob cut approached us.

"Holy shit, it is you!"

"Hi... Janine." I said awkwardly. Annie looked at me expectantly for context. "We went to high school together."

"You make us sound like acquaintances. Girl, we were a ironclad. You, and me ruled those hallways with an ironfist and the best wardrobe around."

"So you're friends?" Annie asked.

"No, I learned that the hardway in senior year. I accidentally upstaged Laura with a much better outfit one day, so she pulled the fire alarms while I was in the shower and hid the towels. I had to stand outside naked and soapy for what felt like forever."

“I had a reputation to maintain.”

Janine looked my naked body up and down and tutted. “Well it seems like you aren’t maintaining it anymore,” she suddenly pinched both my nipples, prompting a startled yelp from my lips. My grip on the pallet handle loosened and it shifted behind us, but I straightened back up to prevent another downhill chase. “How the mighty have fallen.”

"You could say that again," another voice piped up, and I groaned as I saw that it came from an all too familiar (though admittedly handsome) police officer. "It seems only Yesterday you were the star pupil of the police academy. So good that you decided to quit the **** and strike out on your own.” He turned to Janine “Miss, you're looking at the most famous, quick witted and accident prone Private Detective in the city. Laura here has ended up naked in public so many times that we have a 'Days without a Laura incident' counter at the precinct."

"Hello to you too, Jerry."

"So, what's the story this time? Don't tell me the hypnotist is on the loose again."

I showed him my left thigh, drawing his attention to the police badge I had glued to my skin (I had wanted to keep my hands free for the journey). Jerry whistled as he saw Rebecca's photo. "Let me guess, Becks brought you in to help with that hacker case, and you and your assistant did something to piss her off."

"Something like that," Annie grumbled, staring accusingly at me. "Any chance you could give us a lift to the station? Or maybe some spare clothes?"

"Sorry Annie, but I have enough sense not to step on Rebecca's toes. But I'm sure we'll be allowed to give you something to wear when you reach the station. That is, if you're willing to regale us with the tales of your misadventures," Jerry could barely contain his glee, "We've always wondered how you ended up hanging from that pier, or how that girl gang got you playing naked basketball."

"Like hell I will. I'm taking those stories to the grave." I'm sure that you, dear reader, will appreciate the irony of this statement. But past me wasn't as strapped for cash as I am now, so penning and publishing my misery as memoirs doesn’t seem that bad anymore.

"If she won't, then I will," Annie piped up. "I got tons of stories about us, even stuff you don't know about, like when we were stranded naked in Italy."

"WE AGREED NEVER TO TALK ABOUT THAT!"

"So Annie's telling the truth? Good to know. I'll radio ahead and let them know you two are headed down. I look forward to hearing about it."

"Can I come?!" Janine said excitedly. "Our high school reunion is coming up, and I need something embarrass her with if she tries to make her life sound more impressive."

"If you buy me a coffee, I might consider it," Jerry said with a smirk. Janine reciprocated with a flirtatious grin, and the pair wandered off into a nearby cafe chattering away. Not wanting to ponder the fact that my humiliation had initiated a meet cute, I turned my attention to Annie.

"Traitor." I snarled.

"You betrayed me first boss."

"You better be getting clothes for the both of us."

"You're on your own on this one. Maybe you should swallow your pride if you don’t want to walk home naked.”

"MMMMPHHH!!!" Incognita's muffled cries somehow cut through our argument, and she flailed around trying to motion us to keep moving. Annie and I renewed our Sisyphean task, giving each other the silent Treatment.

It seemed my days of high school supremacy were officially over.