Primary Legal Restriction - Cavity Searches and Monitoring

Cassie had a pretty normal life. She finished high school with average grades and got a two-year degree in college (took three.) Her jobs were mostly just restaurant work until she got her big break working at a large bank. The duties were simple and straight forward. She was an administrative assistant who was to handle scheduling plans for the business investment team, prepare legal docs, send emails, and sort the mail.

Things went by normally there until there was a terrible mistake, completely outside of Cassie's responsibility.

Although it was never definitely *proven* whose **** it was, there were a number of political appointees of the administration who had visited just prior to the election with the bank's leadership. Cassie was innocent of their meetings, but it seemed to involve a lot of suspiciously-clad women and cocktails of illicit substances. She was as shocked as everyone else was when a storm of local police raided the building in the middle of the work day. Unfortunately for Cassie, she was dropping mail off at one of the bank official's offices when the police arrived.

"Hold it!" She heard yelled from outside the office door.

"Sshhh...Shit!" Her boss stammered, holding his nose with a baggie in his hand.

"Sir! What's going on!?" Cassie asked out of concern in an scared tone.

Her boss jumped, accidentally tossing the white powder all over her work clothes. Cassie gasped, seeing that she was thoroughly covered in the stuff.

"Cassie you need to clean that off now! Don't let the police see you!" her boss shoved her into his office's luxury bathroom, turning on the shower.

"Wait! You can just explain!" Cassie pleaded, her office clothes about to be soaked in water and whatever he got on her.

"No! No! I'm not going down for no bitches." her boss said with bloodshot red eyes.

She fought to keep him off, but he succeeded in getting her powdered vest and skirt off before the water had soaked her lace underwear and shirt. It was then the police busted in.

"I said STOP!" the officer shouted in full SWAT gear, entering the steaming bathroom.

"Officer please! She... she was trying to hide the evidence!" her boss shouted before she could say anything, betraying her.

"Wait no! He got it on me!" She pleaded, but it was too late.

"Thank you sir, I'll take care of this criminal!" the officer replied, clearly unable to see her boss being obviously **** out of his mind in the chaos.

Cassie was rounded up with the rest of the officials and other bank employees caught up in the raid though only she was left half-dressed and soaked. She tried to explain to other officers, but they just thought she was playing innocent. In truth, it was the most embarrassing day of her life thusfar, she had never had a boyfriend or sex, never even been in her underwear in front of anyone. Somehow her boss avoided being caught, and her coworkers when interrogated decided to make her the scapegoat.

"She was the ringleader!"

"Cassie brought the ****! In her bag, no her ass!"

"She had some in her pussy too!"

"Didn't she have two containers in her? Maybe it was three!"

"I think she was having sex with lots of guys there... or maybe it was the prostitutes?"

Cassie was astounded when she heard the comments recounted to her. It didn't help she was desperately trying to cover her naked body, having been stripped at the police station for evidence on her clothes.

"I didn't do anything like that! I'm a virgin!" Cassie shouted out of embarrassment and desperation.

"A likely story, but then why did they collaborate each other's stories with such similar details?" the federal agent who was present demanded to know.

Cassie was incredulous "I guess they were having some.. inappropriate parties, they don't know!"

"They do know Cassie, and they told me everything." the agent took a none-too-subtle drink from a metal container "You're some kind of sex, ****-fiend with connections. Lucky for you, we'll use that for the betterment of the country."

"What are you talking about???" Cassie did not like the tone of the obviously drunk federal agent.

"You're going to be our test subject for **** mule practices." the man nearly fell over when he opened the door to the interrogation cell. "Hussies like you give a bad name to innocent women that I need to protect... bitches like you ruin their friends and make terrible moms for the future. If you like smuggling with your holes so much, we'll see just how much you can take and in what forms."

Local police walked into the room, male officers...

"Yes sir agent?" one of them asked.

"This criminal is not allowed to leave this city, we'll be using her to bait out her friends. The **** trade is strong here and her subordinates told us all about how she smuggles. We'll use her as the honeypot to catch the bigger nets. I want her ready to handle at least a kilo of a cocaine package we'll plant a tracker in 12 hours."

Cassie was sweating profusely.