Someone calls the cops

She wasn't ashamed, but people staring still made her feel a little on edge. Why were so many people looking at her? It wasn't like someone had taped a 'kick me' sign to her back, she'd have felt it on her skin.

Iris walked casually, soaking in the city's ambience. She'd never gotten to really feel the air on her skin before. She basked in it, her arms to her sides, not looking twice at the people that passed by her, their gazes lingering on her tits, or even glancing down to her pussy.

More than anything she was thinking about her article. She'd included everything she'd wanted, right? And the site looked good, the topless photo tastefully displayed...

She was a fair chunk of the way home when she heard sirens. Curiously she glanced over her shoulder, wondering what the police were dealing with now. It caught her a little off-guard when the car stopped close to her.

Then her dad got out, with his partner Detective Chyre. She blinked.

"Dad?" she said, confused.

"I-Iris?" he said. "I didn't think you'd be..."

"What?" she said.

He stared at her, pointedly only looking at her face, bewildered. Chyre meanwhile, standing behind Joe West, was a little less limited by where she looked. He seemed surprised, but less sympathetic.

"We got a call," her father said. "Indecent exposure. Iris, why are you-"

"What? I'm just naked," she said. "No big deal."

Her father hesitated; Chyre finally moved level with him.

"Either way Joe," he said, "We can't keep her out here, both legally and, well, for her modesty."

Modesty? Why would she want to hide-

Her father sighed, but nodded. Reluctantly he approached his daughter.

"We'll sort this out at the station," he said. "Iris, you've got to come with us. Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be."

What?! Iris squirmed slightly, but raised by a police officer, she knew how dangerous it was to resist arrest. Still, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. People could see her ass, so what? Passively, she let her father cuff her hands behind her back, and was put into the back of the car.

"I don't see the problem," Iris said, as they drove.

Her father was emphatically keeping his eyes on the rode. His partner meanwhile kept glancing into the mirror, Iris's tits bare behind him.

"I- we'll sort it out," Joe said.

When they reached the station, Iris was led out of the car and up inside; Joe walked in front of her, trying to hide his nude daughter from his coworkers with remarkably little success. Iris felt barely a twinge of nerves, more worried about wasting police time than how many of her father's colleagues she went past.

"Is this really the best place?" Joe said, talking to his partner.

"Where else would you suggest?" Chyre said.

Reluctantly, Joe nodded, unlocking the holding cell. The small room, where criminals were temporarily held, was in full view of most of the precinct; right now Iris didn't seem bothered about that.

"Sorry sweetie," he said, "I'll try to pull some strings, get you put somewhere different while we work things out."

"But why am I here? Dad?" Iris said.

Sure she couldn't be serious, Joe sighed and stepped away, leaving Iris in the cell, her arms still trapped behind her back.

He walked away, confiscating her bag for the duration of her stay. Meanwhile, slowly, the effect of Iris's second pill started to wear off.