Laura 22 yr old bartender

Laura sighed as she wiped her sweaty brow. She had been working all day at the pub, tending bar for almost 8 hrs straight. It was a busy night at the pub she worked at and she had been on her feet since she ounched in at 4. It was now a little after midnight and she was grateful the day was almost over. She poked her head into her managers office to ask a question and was surprised to find 3 cops standing there. They were all guys, all in their 40s and tall and imposing. Her manager Dave and the assistant manager Linda were there too. “Laura come in please, and shut the door.” Dave said in a serious voice. Laura walked in nervously, shutting the door behind her and immediately feeling outnumbered and scared.

“Laura these officers told us that someone here that figs your description is selling ****, they need to search you.” Laura looked around desperately. “But theres been a mistake!” She whined, sounding like a little girl. “Maam weve been given a description of a young white woman, about 5’2, short brown hair in a ponytail… flat chested.” Linda smirked at the last part, lauras face turned beet red as she looked at the ground. “But… here?” She asked in a small voice. “Maam, everything off, unless youd like usto remove your clothes for you… but youd also be charged with felony resistance of a lawful order.” Linda spoke up, “ and wed have to fire you cus of our no tolerance policy.” Laura looked like she was going to cry as she slowly took off her tshirt, lifting it up? Revealing a purple bralette. She handed the officer her shirt numbly as he “inspected” it. “The pants next maam.” The officer said coldly. Laura tried her hardest not to **** up as she slid her jeans down her skiny legs, pst her tiny, tight, 22 yr old ass, revealing a pair of pink hipster panties. She stood there l, feeling lost and alone, in her bra and underwear in front of these strangers. “The bra please maam…” the officer said. Laura closed her eyes tightly and took off the embarrassingly sweaty undergarment, covering her meager chest with her free hand. She swore she heard Linda snicker again. “And the panties…” the officeer finished. Laura cried softly as she slid her sweaty, dirty panties down. Linda audibly “tsk tsked” disapprovingly as the stains from a long day were visible to all, the back of her underwear displaying an unflattering brown smudge. She handed the filthy garmet to the officer. She stood there crying for a second, her hairy young pussy lewdly on display, her womanly scent wafting up in the stuffy office. Linda sniffed dramatically making laura cry harder.

***Hey everyone, hope you like part one! Make any comments below if youu have anything youd like to see happen to poor laura. Dont be shy.”