Strip search

"That's a convenient story," you remark.

"It's all true! Please, you have to believe me!"

"If I bring you to the station, I'll have to bring those too and include it in my report. I definitely have you on possession of ****, next will be the intent to distribute."

"No! Please, I was just trying to protect my friend."

"Do you have any more **** on you?" you ask.

"No! That's it! I swear."

You sigh, pretending to be torn about what to do. "Look, I want to believe you, but I'm undercover and unarmed, so I have to take a lot of precautions. Plus, standard procedure is to bring you back to the station so a female officer can search you."

"But even if they don't find anything, they'll have these pills!"

"I'm afraid that's the case."

"I... can't... please, there has to be a way to prove to you I'm not a **** dealer without going to the station. I can tell that you want to believe me."

"If, IF, you're not carrying any other **** or weapons, I could hold off on bringing you in until I have more proof on whether or not you're using the library to deal ****, but..."

"But what?"

"But I don't know if you're armed or hiding a weapon. I can't take that chance."

"I'm not concealing anything. Look!" Pammy says, standing up. "Look, all I have on is this dress. There's no way I could hide anything underneath."

"And yet you pulled that out," you say, pointing at the pills on the table. Pammy falls silent as she can't dispute that. You pause for a while, letting her sweat, then decide to make your move and offer her a solution.

"Okay, listen, if what you're saying is true and this is a matter of bad luck and timing, I don't want to tarnish your record..." Pammy perks up, looking hopeful that you'll let her off. "...but I've got to do my job too. If you're not telling the truth and I let you off, it will be the end of my career."

"I understand your tough position, detective. I really do. I'm willing to do anything to prove my innocence, please."

"Well, first I need to make sure you pose no threat. Turn around and go place your hands on the wall and spread your legs."

"Okay..." Pammy says, turning around and going to the wall as you instructed. You finally allow yourself to grin as you let her wait for a while before walking around the table to where she is.

"Now, I'm going to search you for any weapons, okay?"

"Okay."

The moment Pammy agrees, you start to pat her down like you've seen in the movies, beginning with her sides, although for her lithe side, there isn't much for you to pat down before your hands wrap around her body and grope her breasts, feeling their supple form under her bra, before you move on to her waist, ass, and legs. Pammy squirms with your hands on her, but she doesn't protest. Last of all, you lift up her hair from behind to check her neck, taking a whiff of her fragrant perfume before letting her hair down.

"Are we good?" Pammy asks.

"Not yet. Take your dress off."

"What?!"

"You'll need to take your dress off. A pat down is only effective for large weapons. Listen, we can go back to the station and-"

"No, no. Okay, okay!" Pammy says, already lifting her hands from the wall and pulling the little black dress over her head. She's wearing a matching set of plain, black underwear.

"Turn around," you order her. She does, but looks down instead of at you. "Raise your hands so that they're parallel to the ground." She does so she's told, although you're just staring at her chest. "Okay, very slowly, take off your bra."

"Detective, is that necessary?"

"In order to conduct a weapons and **** check? Yes."

Pammy sighs in resignation as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting the cups fall forward before she takes off the bra one arm at a time and dropping it on the floor on top of her dress. Her breasts are magnificent, surprisingly hefty and round for her small frame. Your right hand instinctively moves up to grab her breasts, but you stop yourself in time, raising it to your chin thoughtfully.

"Okay, doesn't look like you're hiding anything there. Turn around again, take off your shoes, remove your panties, and lean forward on the wall."

Pammy looks like she wants to say something, but she thinks better of it and does as you say again. As the panties come off, you not only get to see her perfectly round, bubble butt, but also her pink pussy lips and her trimmed bush as she leans against the wall and sticks her ass out at you.

"Nothing there too. Okay, final thing. Will you subject to a cavity search?" you ask.

"Uh..."

"Is that a yes or no?" you press her for a quick answer.

"...yes. Okay."

You almost laugh at getting the librarian to agree to a cavity search. You bend forward and use your hands to spread Pammy's ass, taking your time to grab and squeeze her ass cheeks. Then, you use your index finger and insert it into her anus, hearing a loud gasp from her as you wiggle your finger around. You don't dwell on that orifice and quickly move on, doing the same with her pussy. This time she gasps even louder, and you spend a considerable longer time moving your finger inside against the inner walls of her vagina until you can smell her arousal and feel the moisture on your finger. You pull out your finger and stand up.

"Is that it?" Pammy asks.

"Not yet. I though I felt something. I just need to make sure. Here, lie on the table with your legs spread," you say. Pammy gets off the wall and goes to the table, reluctantly climbing on it naked and lying on her back with her legs spread, her soles on the edge of the table. She stares up at the white ceiling while waiting for you.

You walk up to between her legs, admiring her beautiful body. "To be clear, this is all off the books as a favor, so that you don't get charged with possession. So, if I'm satisfied and don't report anything, you can't either, because that would mean this happened because I found the pills, right?"

"...yes."

"Do you understand what's about to happen?" you smirk.

Pammy sniffs. "...yes."

"Look at me and tell me what you think is about to happen."

Pammy looks away from the ceiling at you. A tear drips off the side of her face. You grin at her, letting her know who's in charge. "You're going to..."

"Yeah?"

"...have sex with me."

As soon as Pammy says that, you start to undo your pants, enjoying the moment as Pammy watches on while you whip out your cock. Her eyes go wide when she sees how big and hard you already are. You grab her by the knees and pull her towards you until your cock is poking against her pussy, then you line it up properly with her lips. You push it in slowly, enjoying her tightness, and it takes a while for you to get the entire thing in her. You start to fuck her, thrusting your hips back and forth and gradually increasing how much of your cock comes out of her. When it's about halfway, Pammy starts to moan with her eyes closed tightly, and you increase your speed, fucking her harder while her breasts shake in response.

You keep going for a while, neither of you saying a word until you pull out too much and your cock pops out of her pussy. Perhaps she was too into the action and controlled by lust, but Pammy does something unexpected. She reaches down to grab your cock and pushes it down and back into her. Her eyes open when she realizes what she just did, and you smile and lean forward, kissing her on those rich, red lips of hers. She's slow to respond, but then she starts to kiss you back and you feel her arms wrapping around you, mashing her breasts into your chest as you keep fucking her.

Soon, you feel yourself ready to erupt and you break the lock of your lips and remove her glasses, staring into her eyes. Any fear or doubt from before is gone as you only see lust and passion in Pammy's eyes. Without breaking eye contact, your hips plunge against hers 1 last time, cumming deep inside her while she shudders uncontrollably in tandem.

"Pammy," you say.

"...yes?" she gasps.

"I'm not done with you. Not even close."