Streak to the end of the Range

Michelle knew she was pushing her luck. But when it came to bets the higher the stakes the better it was when she won. She knew that she shouldn’t be messing with a uniformed police officer… it had the potential to end very badly for her… but something told her in her gut that she could push this officers buttons. She didn’t know why… but she was willing to take the risk.

“Normally I bet my clothes.” She responded simply.

*****

Diana was struggling to regain control of this situation. Normally if she felt like this when talking to a suspect she’d either call for backup or slap the cuffs on them… both felt out of her ability at the moment. Backup would only lead to a lot of questions. Namely why was she parked alone in the dark on a campus that she didn’t have jurisdiction over… but she also knew that if she called backup to deal with on blonde coed she’d never live that down back at the station.

She could also break the cuffs out… but if this girl was telling the truth and she had every right to be here… then Diana was in deep shit. Rodgers would have her on the graveyard shift the whole next year…

“You bet your clothes?” Diana asked trying to formulate a plan in her head.

“Oh yeah.” The blonde said taking a few practice swings with the club in her hand. “Just last week this shit head frat guy bet me that I couldn’t sink an easy 15’ putt… he had to jump naked into the water hazard.”

“So what if you hit this 6 shots I let you go. If you miss one you get naked? Hate to break it to you but I’m not some butch lesbian cop that’s into that kinda thing.”

“No… I’m saying you have to let me go regardless cause as I said I’m allowed to be here… so if you don’t wanna bet call campus police and have them come down here and embarrass you… or we can bet. You win… yeah I get naked and then you can arrest me for indecent exposure. But if I win you have to get naked and streak to the end of the driving range and back.”

To say Diana was floored was an understatement. The sheer audacity of the girl in question was to be commended. She stood in silence for a few moments trying to calculate what she wanted to do… her options were limited. She knew the right thing to do was to get on her radio and call for University Police to confirm whether or not this girl was allowed to be here. But she knew that would lead to question from her superiors… and simply put she couldn’t risk anyone finding out about her nightly activities in the privacy of her squad car… worst case this girl made all 6 shots and what she’d have to streak? No one would have to know… and it would be quite the treat for this girl to see what a real woman looked like… plus what were the odds she could hit all 6 shots. There was no way. In the dark it would be impossible. Then she could drag this back talking bitch back to the station… buck naked. She’s definitely score some points with her superiors for given them some eye candy that was for sure…

“Fine you’re on. But when you lose these cuffs are going on and the whole stations gonna get a good look at you.”

*****

Michelle breathed one sigh of relief that the cop had called her bluff about being allowed to be here this late. So she now had an out. All she had to do was make these shots…

She’d made some crazy bets before but this might be the craziest. Before if she’d lost it would’ve meant exposing herself sure… but this actively meant getting arrested… Though the more she thought about it… the calmer she felt. She’d always preformed better under pressure… it’s why the round earlier today had gone so poorly. Nothing there to push her. Now she had all the motivation she needed as she took the first swing.

*TINK* The first shot rattled around in the nearest bucket.

*TINK* This was the exact routine she had when she normally warmed up on the range.

*TINK* Now the mid range bucket. Her short game had always been one of her strengths.

*TINK* Her nipple piercing rubbed against the fabric of her tight sports bra sending a small endorphin rush through her body.

*TINK* 5 shots down… one shot to go…

*****

Diana couldn’t believe it as she heard the last loud *TINK*. She completely forgetting herself shown her flashlight on the buckets spread out several yards in front of her. Sure enough as the light passed over all of them she saw two of the white balls laying at bottom of each barrel.

“Man. It’s kinda chilly out here tonight… that’s gonna suck for you.” The blonde said as she casually leaned on her club a wide smirk across her face.

Diana didn’t have words. She didn’t know what was more unbelievable. The fact that this girl was actually that good at golf… or the fact that she was actually considering stripping…

She could feel that secret submissive side of her slowly taking over. She would never admit to it out loud… but she loved when someone else was in charge. When someone took control of her. And here was this little bitch… looking at her expectantly.

“Not thinking of pussying out are you?” The golfer teased. “I thought you cops were all about honor.”

“What the fuck do you know about honor?” Diana shot back… she couldn’t believe it… but she could feel herself getting turned on… ‘It has to be cause you didn’t finish earlier…’ she told herself.

“I know I’d never Welch on a bet. Didn’t picture you would be someone who did.”

“I ain’t welching on shit!”

“Then why are your clothes still on?”

Diana shot her the dirtiest look with her bright green eyes as she walked back to her patrol car. She started to unbutton her shirt as she did. The dark haired cop figured that it was better to put her uniform (that included her badge and gun) back in the car. As she started to pull off her shirt her tight white sports bra strained against her large tits.

“Damn. That bra is working overtime girl. I can’t wait to see how big those tits are without that thing.” The teasing continued as the shirt went into the front seat of the patrol car. Followed by her pants.

“A thong too? Is that standard issue for the uniform or were you expecting to show off tonight?”

Standing in the parking lot in her underwear the cop suddenly was struck by how cold it was. The cool southern air wrapped around her exposed midriff and ass cheeks.

“Alright moment of truth. What are we gonna see first?” God she wanted to shut that blonde up. But secretly… she knew it was only making her more and more wet.

Deciding that it was best to lose her bra first she struggled to peel it off over her large F cup tits. As each nipple was exposed to the air… her long sensitive nipples instantly went hard.

“Damn. Those are even more impressive than I thought they’d been. Those are honestly the largest tits Ive ever seen in my life.” It was bad enough that she was making Diana submit… but the compliment too? Everything was making her more and more turned on.

Finally it was time. Using both hands she slowly peeled the thong down to her ankles. Mortified that a thin strand of her juices appeared glinting in the light.

“I’d that… a clit piercing? Damn. You must be really freaky.” The blonde laughed.

“First off fuck you. Second I lost a bet and had to get it.”

“Man… So having to show it off now must be really full circle for you.”

“Fuck off.” Diana said as she closed the door to her cruiser. She decided to take off running before the blonde could tease her anymore.

*****

Michelle was wet. Really wet. The last time she’d been this turned on was when she’d won the conference championship golf tournament. Somehow beating the uniform off this cop was even better than that.

As she watched the tight heart shaped ass disappear into the distance all she wanted to do was to get home and get herself off. And that’s when a horribly terrific idea struck her.

Quickly and quietly she opened the door to the cruiser where the cops clothes were… sitting right on top was her utility belt and dangling right off of them were her keys…

She knew she had plenty of time. The driving range was about 500 yards long so as long as she fulfilled the bet to the letter she’d be gone awhile. Michelle hit the lock button on the door and closed it. Sure enough testing the handle the door was locked. Locking the cops keys and clothes inside the car.

Slowly she stepped forward and grabbed her golf bag. The dark haired cop was barely visible running away into the distance. She’d have loved to stick around to see the look on her face when she realized that she was locked out of her clothes… but she figured it would be better if she was long gone by then.

Throwing her bag into the trunk and sliding into the front seat she fired up the car and flipped on her headlights illuminating the entire range. Immediately the pale backside of the cop was exposed. In a panic she threw herself flat on the ground causing a huge laugh to Michelle.

As she started to pull away she glanced over at the cop who was still hunched over covering her naked body about 3/4 of the way to the end of the range staring her car down as she peeled out of the parking lot.

Michelle pulled out her phone as the range appeared in her review mirror.

“University Police how can I help you?”

“Hi. I was just driving past the schools driving range and there was some naked chick running around like crazy. Someone should come and check that out cause that’s trespassing isn’t it?”