Hot Lead

Gunshots rang out as the car rounded the corner. Jim Gordon swerved to avoid the bullets, but careened into a parked car. The damage was minimal, but they were sitting ducks. Jim looked for the source of the gunshots and spied a dark van driving off in a hurry. Jim told Barbara to hold on as he floored the accelerator to go after the van.

"Barbara, hold on!" Jim ordered his daughter.

"To what?"

"Hook your arms behind you where the perps' hands go."

Barbara was familiar with the back seat of patrol vehicles, often escorting villains henchmen alike into the specially designed seats. For comfort as well as safety, since persons in the back of squad cars are usually handcuffed behind their backs, the seat backs are molded so that they can place their arms and hands into grooves so their backs are supported and their arms aren't unnecessarily harmed during the ride to the station.

Because Barbara couldn't use her legs to stabilize herself, her only option to stay upright and avoid injury was to place her arms in the grooves. Of course, this left EVERYTHING out in the open. What choice did she have? She blushed and quickly and safely moved her arms and pushed her hands into the groove, still holding onto the towel in her fists.

She was stable and safe, but her legs were wobbling every which way, displaying her womanly treasure between her legs more often than not.

Finally, they stopped, and Jim got out of the car, ordering Barbara to stay put. The naked redhead rolled her eyes at the obviousness of that order. Moments later, a body slammed against the side of the car, making Barbara nearly jump out of her skin. Of course, she realized that she couldn't jump even if she wanted to. Her hands were stick! The towel had squeezed her wrists into the groove and trapped her hands behind her back, so she began struggling as the back door opened and a man on a ski mask was placed next to her.

"You so much glance to your left, pr breathe too deep, I'll have your balls." Jim instructed the perp.

The ski mask was pointed directly to the right, making sure he couldn't see anything. Barbara took the opportunity to look down at her pale skin. After months of staying inside and mostly working at night, her skin was now pale as moonlight. Her nipples seemed to like two rosy peaks upon mounds of snow. The contrast excited her as much as it embarrassed her to have them out with no way to cover up. Her gaze moved lower and saw that her taut stomach had lost some definition because she had limited options for exercise now. Likewise, her legs were now as soft as pillows, but were supple enough to retain a nice shape. Of course, her eyes saw what was between them, and she frowned. Her legs were splayed open, exposing every inch of her womanhood, but she realized how little attention she had paid to its hygiene. Her mound inc was neatly trimmed and shaved into a new landing strip. Now it had become an unwieldy bush, her red curls looking like flames emanating from her sex. At least her legs were smooth.