The cop keeps trying to untie Jamie, but gets familiar as he does so

Jamie was beginning to wonder what was going on. How could it be so hard to untie her? The guys who did it to her weren't as far as she knew, experts, they were just a bunch of perverts.

As if reading her mind, the cop said, "Don't worry, miss, I will get you free. It might take a while, though."

Then he spoke to the lifeguard. "Do you have some place where we can do this with a little more privacy?"

"Use our office, behind the dressing rooms."

"Thanks." The cop picked Jamie up and carried her to the offices. They were small and dusty and rather shabby-looking, with a single desk, some chairs, a filing cabinet, and a forlorn looking computer.

The cop set her down and then shut the door. "We don't need all those people gaping at you," he said. Jamie agreed.

"Now, let's get this stuff off you."

Once again, Jamie felt the cop's fingers tugging and pulling at the tightly knotted bikini top that bound her wrists. She moaned in protest when she suddenly felt the cop's hands slide down and start fondling her taut round buttocks.

"Relax, miss," he said, "I'm working as quickly as I can."

That wasn't the problem, Jamie thought, but couldn't say.

Then she felt the cop's hands on her upper back. "Let's see if we have any better luck with these," he said, tugging at some of the strips of towel that bound her arms to her back.

Jamie looked down, eyes wide in shock, when she felt the cop's hands fondling her breasts. She watched in alarm as he pinched and tweaked her nipples.

"Stop that, you pervert!" she tried to say. It came out, "St tht, yr pr-rt."

"I told you, miss, this is going to take a while. For some reason, these knots aren't coming loose."

Jamie gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as the cop continued to play with her tits. She only opened her eyes and looked down when she felt his hands leave her chest.

Then she felt his hands probe her pussy. "I'll try this stuff around your wrists again." Jamie protested again, but again, the cop ignored her, not even bothering to respond.

Suddenly, the radio attached to one of the epaulets crackled. The cop took his hands off Jamie's body. "I've got to go to a call. I'll get the lifeguard to come here and take over."

Then he left the office, shutting the door behind him.

Jamie choked back a sob, tugged at the bonds around her wrists, which seemed to be as tight as ever, and waited for the lifeguard to come. It was all she could do.