It's Max, but he's not keen to help

“Hello?”

Lucy gasped a sigh of relief at the sound of her boyfriend’s voice, “Max!” She pleaded desperately.

“Oh… uh… Lucy? Wait whose phone are you using? Are you sure you should be doing that?”

The naked brunette shook her head wildly, trying to dispel the confusion she felt from Max’s questions. Just the fact that he’d picked up at all was a relief for the humiliated girl, but she knew she now faced the mortifying task of trying to explain what was happening to her and by the urgent expression on the cop’s face, she knew she didn’t have a lot of time.

“I need help; please… can you come and get me?”

“Uh, what’s going on?” Max’s voice sounded distracted and Lucy mewled in frustration, her cheeks glowing brighter red from humiliation and growing anger with him.

“I’m in the back of a police car – I…” Lucy stopped, biting her lip to calm herself, “I don’t have any clothes… Kim locked me out… please… please come get me?”

Down the line Max made a noise that made Lucy recoil from the phone, she couldn’t make out if he’d just laughed or coughed. When he didn’t say anything else Lucy grew more frantic,

“Max?!”

“Yeah?”

“The only thing I have on is this stupid collar!” Lucy growled angrily “I’m in the back of a police car, please, I need help! Come and get me?”

There was a pause and Lucy flexed her bare toes in the air, the female cop in the front seat was frantically looking between the road and the phone she was holding, making it obvious Lucy didn’t have a lot of time.

“Max? Is Kim with you? What’s going on?”

“Where are you?”

Lucy swallowed anxiously, trying to mask the hurt and turmoil rising insider her naked chest, “The east entrance of campus… uh… on the corner of 29th Street?” Lucy tried desperately to describe it, "By the café?"

“Ok, sure… uh… I’ll be there as soon as I can…”

“Thank you… Max?” Lucy started and then realised the tone in her ear had changed, “... Max?!”

The cop withdrew the phone as Lucy sat dumbfounded; her boyfriend had just hung up on her! She barely had time to process the disorientation and hurt before the female cop briskly waved her hand towards the doors. She couldn't be serious...

“He won’t be long…” Lucy pleaded in quiet desperation. The naked brunette looked around in total panic; the little bone shaped tag on her pink collar tinkling lightly as she turned her head. Outside the protective cocoon of the cop car were throngs of people and cars moving around them – they were in the middle of a busy public street at rush hour!

“Get out of the car!” The cop scoffed, “My partner is pursuing a suspect, he needs back-up and you’re getting in my way of doing that!”

“Y-y-you can’t be serious… I can’t!” Lucy pleaded frantically. “I’m naked! I thought… I thought you’d let me wait for Max!”

“You can! On the sidewalk!"

The female cop snapped; her voice firm and authoritative, “Get out. Now!” Her biting tone made Lucy instinctively dive towards the door handle in submission, terrified and head swimming, she couldn’t believe the police would leave her naked and abandoned on the side of a busy public street! This had to be a nightmare!

With a squeal of horror Lucy opened the rear door of the car and climbed out. Her bare feet making contact with the cool concrete sent a wave of cold through her warm body, overheated from her constant blush and adrenaline fueled humiliation. The dancing breeze that had teased her exposed legs, ass, feet and pussy all day now seemed to return with a vengeance, caressing every bare curve of her toned skin.

Behind her she heard the door of the car click shut and the siren blare into life, startling her and only drawing even more eyes and attention straight to her naked body stood there. The cop car revved up and sped away, leaving the naked girl bare and alone, her only adornment the garish pink collar locked snug around her neck.

Lucy heard gasps but dare not look up or around, she tried to use her hair to hide her face and kept her hands firmly clamped to her breasts, her legs crossed at the upper thighs in a vain attempt to shield her glistening sex from the eyes of the strangers walking all around her.

"This is a nightmare... this is a nightmare... this is a nightmare!"

The atmosphere in the stately office was cold; a woman in a finely tailored blazer sat stony faced behind her imposing desk, drumming her finely manicured nails against its mahogany surface.

“And the UN?”

“The resolution was fast-tracked, considering the urgency; it’ll go to a vote this afternoon,” a grim faced barrel of a man spoke up, clutching a document marked ‘Secret’. The advisers in the room stayed silent but exchanged glances.

“I assume it’ll pass.”

“Obviously Madam Secretary. It’s just a formality at this point, it has unilateral support – there’s not a government on earth that doesn’t support it.”

“I still think this is unnecessary, all this fuss of having it put into international law like this - Lucy Carpenter is a pet, everyone already agrees!”

“I understand your frustration but considering their physical distance from her, other nations just want to do something to show their commitment and support… Having it in law may give some more weight when the time comes to help persuade her.”

The woman rocked back in her chair and steepled her fingers, “Fine. But if she finds out about this too soon…”