Caught

Oh no!

I looked over my shoulder and locked eyes with the female security guard. Her arms crossed over her chest, lifting her breasts slightly. She locked eyes with me. I stood up and turned around as fast as I could.

"Uh," I could barely speak. "hi, occif... Officer. I can explain... Sorta. It's like this..." The woman just stared. It was hard to tell if she even had noticed my state of undress. "Umm... Oh, where do I start?"

"Don't bother. You can tell it to the judge."

Shit! She definitely knew. She must have seen my bare ass as I bent over. I knew it felt drafty in here!

I subconsciously tugged the labcoat, trying to closer it more across my chest.

"J-Judge?" I stuttered. "You're arresting m-me? But I haven't done..." I began to plead.

"Oh Pu-leazze, don't play me the fool!" She said angrily. "Industrial espionage is a serious crime. Now up against the wall!" She pushed my shoulder to spin me around. "... and don't try any of that ninja shit with me I've got a tazer!"

"Industr..." She shoved me harder. "What?!" I spun around on the spot and lifted my arms to stop myself from crashing into the wall.

"You know..." She began tugging at the back of the labcoat. "Even for an industrial spy, this is a pretty pathetic disguise."

"Spy?!" I shouted out. "Disguise? No, no, you've got it all wrong. I can explain."

She reached around to the front of the labcoat. "Right, let me check your pockets for any incriminating evidence. Then I'll check the inside pockets of this labcoat as well. You can't outwit me." She said as she rifled through the two pockets resting on my thighs, I could feel her soft fingers against my legs, and once again my loins stirred at the stimulation.

What?!!!

I quickly pulled her hands off of me and span around to face her. "Now listen bitch! Neither you, nor anyone else are putting their grubby hands inside this labcoat. Clear?" I said sternly, finally defending myself. "And about this industrial spy business..." She began searching her own person for something. "... I'm actually here for a job interview, there's no way..." She continued grabbing at something on the side of her belt. "Hey, are you even listening to me?"

She quickly spun back around, now with something shiny in her hands, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Sir, you're under arrest."

"What? WaitNO!!" One loop of her handcuffs fastened around my right hand.

"Now don't struggle." She spun me back to face the wall and pulled my right hand behind my back. "You'll only make it worse!"

"Wait! Ow! Yow! That hurts!"

She grabbed my other hand and pulled it behind me also. I began pleading again. "Listen, you're making a big mistake. I haven't done anything! Not a thing!"

"Uh hu, yeah, whatever."

She managed to cuff both my hands together. She reached to her belt again and began speaking into her walkie-talkie. "Lonewolf to main desk, clear the recycling sacks and my bicycle out of the holding cell. I've got a code 762-niner, I'm bringing down over and out.

"Cell? CELL! NO WAY! Let me go this instant!" I began struggling against her strong arm as she held tight onto the cuffs.