Does she ever?

Melissa stood up and began to disrobe. She swiped her shirt up over her head and placed it on the desk. She then unclasped her bra (she had chosen a nicer one than her usual sports bras), which quickly joined her shirt. She then decided to remove her skirt and panties in one fell swoop, and they too found themselves on the desk.

She then stood nude in front of Officer Hendrickson. Neither Melissa nor Hendrickson appeared to show any emotion, but both were incredibly on edge.

"Apologies for all of this, ma'am, but I need to make sure you aren't in any possession of contraband." Hendrickson stated as he opened his desk drawer to get a flashlight and a box full of nitrile gloves. He donned a pair of the gloves and turned on the flashlight.

"Open your mouth, please," he ordered, as Melissa obliged and Hendrickson shone the flashlight in her mouth and put some of his fingers in. Hendrickson decided to look in Melissa's nose and ears for good measure, not finding any contraband in any of the places.

Hendrickson threw his current pair of gloves in the trash and got a new one from his drawer. "Now I'm going to need you to put your hands on the wall and put your legs back a bit, like you're doing a downward dog but onto the wall, and spread them." Melissa complied and Hendrickson put his hands on her labia, ordering her to cough. Not finding anything yet, he decided to root in the area for the next thirty or so seconds. This was not meant to be sexual, and Hendrickson tried to maintain as professional a procedure as possible, but Melissa couldn't help but get a bit wet in the area. Hendrickson saw this, well, moisture on his gloves and threw out that pair as well, and got a paper towel to dry Melissa off. He then got a third pair of gloves and decided to probe Melissa's posterior, once again not finding anything. He took off his gloves for the last time and decided to check her purse around as well and still found nothing. All told the searching took a minute or two.

At this point Hendrickson would have probably let Melissa off with just the speeding ticket and told her she was free to go. But catching this mule would bring much evidence to put a major **** cartel away for good, and he hadn't heard back from anyone on the matter, so he felt that it was better safe than sorry.

"Ma'am," he explained to Melissa, who still had her hands to the wall, "You are free to get dressed and to place a call to anybody you'd like. However, I'm afraid I'll need to keep you in a cell with a bathroom pail until you pass two or three bowel movements just to make sure you're not carrying anything." With that, he handed Melissa her clothes and pointed her to the phone on his desk.