You bet

Well at least no one is here, Nazia tried to console herself but then to her horror, she heard laughter from underneath her. It appeared her target had emerged on the ground below from the corner and approached Nazia’s dangling legs. As soon as the police detective felt hands on her bare legs, a shiver went down her spine. This could only be the Pirate, her target, the one she was chasing. Due to her unique predicament, she couldn’t even see what was happening underneath her, as her view was blocked by the other planks, and her crumpled skirt on top blocked any gaps to see underneath her. This also reminded her of the extremely embarrassing situation she was in now. Her nemesis, The Pirate was underneath her, touching and feeling her bare thighs, which only meant one thing, her entire bottom half was now exposed to her hated nemesis one more time and she was absolutely helpless. She remembered the pale, yellow panties she had worn this morning, and was mortified at the thought that they were now exposed to her tormenter. The hands felt her up and down her thighs and legs. And most frustratingly, she couldn’t even see what her rival was up to, she couldn’t even see her face. Oh why did she always find herself so defeated and helpless in front of this wretched woman?

“Oh my… Dear Inspector, you seem to be in quite the situation” cackled the voice from underneath. It sounded a bit different from the voice of The Pirate she had encountered that night on the roof. “Such a sharp detective eh…tailing someone wearing bright ‘look at me” clothes with a yellow hijab that stands out from a mile away’. I heard the clatter of your heels and saw your pretty little head in that hijab a long time ago. Just wanted to set you up on a wild goose chase but this is beyond even my naughtiest imagination. I didn’t even have to do anything…you got yourself stuck..thanks to your expanding waistline.”

Nazia grimaced in embarrassment at these insults. The words hit her hard for they were true. Not only was her bottom half clad in embarrassing panties totally exposed with her skirt bunched around her waist, her most hated foe was now insulting her and mocking her body. Nazia knew she had been gaining weight and her waist/tummy area had softened. Her midriff was not what it once was. And she always had a plump, bubble butt. It had been the object of attraction and envy throughout her life. But now, once again, her nemesis, the criminal she was supposed to catch was having an unobstructed and intimate view of her nether regions. And there was nothing she could do about it.

She tried to swing her legs in an attempt to kick her opponent, but without any visibility, it was futile. Her opponent easily moved and avoided her legs, only to grab them firmly, and deliver a hard spank on Nazia’s soft buttocks. She squealed in shock before the humiliation kicked in. Her first encounter with The Pirate was mortifying but this was even worse. Now she, an officer of the law, was being disciplined in rather humiliating fashion by a law breaker.

“You bitch… I will get you” burst out Nazia with gritted teeth, more in helpless indignation than anything else.

Her opponent laughed, knowing how empty the threat was and how she held all the cards. “Language Detective. You’re such a prim and proper lady with a pretty little towel wrapped around you, so modest at all times, and this is the language you use? Tsk tsk.” Nazia tried to kick her one more time but this time her opponent grabbed both her thighs and held them tightly.

“Boy you do have thicc thighs. Did the police department give up on basic fitness standards? I mean not that you lot were ever the epitome of fitness. But there’s too much jiggle here” remarked the woman as she played with Nazia’s soft, thicc thighs, making them jiggle. Nazia felt violated, scared even, trying to figure out a way out. “Look, I’m glad you were the one tailing me. You’re dumb like most cops, flat footed and always two steps behind someone like me, but you’re also so much fun which is more than what I can say for the rest of department. You’re dressed like a Victorian Nun, trying to hide your oh so precious body but look at you, totally helpless and exposed in front of me. And what a sight it is.”

Nazia could say nothing in response to this latest insult except blush even more at how crudely and bluntly her opponent was pointing out everything about her, making her defeat feel even worse.

She continued “you clearly don’t get much action do you, there’s no way a woman wears such pathetic underwear if she’s expecting action at night.” Nazia was stunned at how much of her life had been figured out by her nemesis merely by her choice of underwear. And she was the detective, and yet she had not managed to figure out one clue about The Pirate. She had not even managed to get a clear view of her face once. She felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her. Nazia grunted and punched at the wooden planks in frustration, hoping to break them and get loose. She imagined getting her hands on The Pirate after getting loose. She would like to tear her hair apart, so enraged she felt by all the jibes and humiliations she suffered at her hands. In complete contrast, the woman below her was calm and still and in no particular hurry. She continued to feel and play with Nazia’s thighs, and with the occasional poke at Nazia’s vagina which made the policewoman moan. “You bitch, when I get loose and get my hands on you, I will destroy you.” Nazia had never been this livid and felt so helpless at the same time in her life.

“hahahaha your impotent rage is just music to my ears. Keep them coming.” And she gave Nazia another tight spank on her buttocks. “Look Detective, as you know, I am a professional thief, so I kinda feel unfulfilled if I return home empty handed. This was meant to be a wild goose chase for you but I feel like you’ve presented me with an excellent opportunity to not return empty handed”