Do as you're told

You step back from him and into the center of the room. "C-can you at least close the door?"

He reaches to his side, grabs the edge of the door and pushes it closed softly. He looks back at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath before grabbing the hem of the tank top you're wearing and start to lift it. You pull it up over your head and instinctively try to cover your body with it once it's off.

The man's grin widens. "You've got a nice rack; you shouldn't be ashamed." You can't help but be simultaneously turned on and wigged out by his forwardness.

You turn around to keep him from continuing to stare at your chest. Your heart is beating quickly, though you're not entirely sure if it's out of fear or excitement. You drop the black number from your hands on to the chair you were sitting in. You suddenly wish Alex was here.

You reach down and unbutton your shorts before sliding them down your legs. A wolf whistle behind you makes you snap your body back upwards and look at the man the noise emanated from. "Damn, girl! That's one of the best booties I've ever seen!"

You're stuck: if you face him, you show off your tits. If you turn away, you show off your ass. You kick off your shorts and quickly remove your thong as well. You pull the bikini bottoms off the back of your chair and get ready to put them on quickly.

"Hold up!" the officer demands. You freeze. "You still gotta take your bra off."

You drop the bottoms back where they came from and reach your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra. You try several times unsuccessfully. You hear the guard get up before he says "let me help you out."

His strong, hard hands grab the straps from your hands and unclasps them with almost practiced ease. His hands go to the straps on your shoulders and pushed them off, letting them slip down your arms. You finish removing the straps while trying to keep the cups on your chest.

"It's okay," his deep voice rumbles behind you. "I don't bite." His right hand comes around you, grabs the bra, gently but forcefully pulling it from beneath your palms. His left hand comes around and cups your breast.

"How about we just forget about the bikini?" his voice is firm and reassuring. He drops your bra before slithering the hand it occupied down to your crotch. You want to tell him to stop, but fear that it would mean further trouble for you. If only Alex were here to help get you out of this situation.

You consider calling his cell phone when a buzz of pleasure courses through you, blanking your mind. The officer's fingers are rubbing wonderfully against your clit.