Lucy is innocent - But they don't have time to return the sweater!

“She’s a lucky girl – store owner confirms the sweater is not the one stolen.”

Lucy sat back with a sigh of overwhelming relief. With everything that had happened to her, every bit of bad luck and confusing humiliation that had been piled on her, the naked girl had expected the response to come back that she was being arrested.

“Rodger that, wagging our tails in here!” The female cop teased, turning to Lucy with a cheery smile, “Well, looks like you were telling the truth after all.”

Her words made Lucy blush brighter knowing she’d been made to strip completely naked for nothing.

“C-c-can I have my sweater back now?” the naked girl pleaded, **** to get this whole ordeal over with; hoping the radio would give her the answer she desperately wanted.

“You just hang tight,” The cop said with a laugh as Lucy took a few deep breaths of relief – for the first time all day it was like the worst thing possible hadn’t happened to her.

But her relief was short lived, as another crackling voice over the radio shattered her sense of safety all over again, the male cop’s voice sounded suddenly breathless, “Suspect spotted, pursuing on foot!”

“W-wait…” Lucy sat up, eyes wide in horror.

The female cop jumped into action, picking up the radio at the urgent call, “Roger – 247 – will provide urgent support”

She pulled down the radio and turned to Lucy with a less than apologetic shrug, “I’m sorry, my partner has more pressing things to do right now. If you want your property returned you can retrieve it from the precinct office within the next 21 days.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand…” Lucy stammered desperately as she felt her body heating up again, “I need it back now!”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, and I need to attend this call,” The officer said meaningfully.

“I... b-but I’m naked…! I need it back!”

“That’s not happening and I need you to step out of the vehicle.”

“W-what?!” Lucy shrieked, heart pounding as she stared in wild panic at the street outside. She couldn’t step out there like this!

“I can’t! I can’t go out there! I’m naked – please!” She pleaded frantically, “Y-y-you can’t do that… won’t I be arrested?”

The female cop shook her head, “You know most people are happy when we tell them they're free to go? Your state of dress is irrelevant.”

“Y-you can’t be serious…” Lucy whined.

“I have to assist my partner. You were the one out in just the sweater – the difference between one item of clothing and zero isn’t exactly a lot…”

Lucy shook her head desperately, “I c-can’t… I don’t have anything”

“Ok look, is there someone you can call? To come and pick you up?” The cop pressed rapidly.

“I uh, I don’t know… um… my boyfriend maybe but…”

“I don't really have time for this but I can call him to come get you. What’s the number?”

Lucy blanked, her mouth opening and closing mutely as she tried to search her head for the answer. She didn’t know! Max had put his number in her phone when they’d met… she’d never had to dial it, he was always just in her contacts…

“I don’t… I don’t know…” The brunette mewled helplessly.

“Is it on your tag?” The cop nodded meaningfully towards the little pink bone hanging from Lucy’s collar. The girl whimpered and sat back, alarmed and confused – the collar was just a kinky sex thing Max had wanted to try; it wasn’t a real pet collar!

Lucy shook her head to refuse, causing the little tag to rock back and forth, flashing the sight of the other side to the officer.

“There’s definitely a number on the back, lean forward”

Mortified, Lucy did as the cop instructed, disbelieving it was true but unable to see it herself. She whimpered anxiously as she felt the woman’s fingers dance over her slender neck and take hold of the little tag. The cop read it and punched the numbers into her phone, “Good thing you boyfriend has you properly tagged huh?”

Lucy could only squeak quietly in shame – what was happening to her? She felt even more blood rush to her cheeks, not only from humiliation but frustration and anger with Max again. How could he do this to her? And to lose the key – had he really tagged her with his phone number?!

“It’s ringing…” The cop held the phone up for a second and then pressed it to the edge of the bars so Lucy could get her ear to it. The naked girl sat, her toes curling fretfully, listening to the rhythmic metallic ringing tone down the line.

“Come on… pick up… please pick up…”