The cops can appreciate a naked human zoo animal as well

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had ducked as low as I could, hoping the cops wouldn’t see me, and hadn’t seen me already. My palms and the soles of my feet began to sweat, I was scared.

There was one downside to being ducked down so low; and that is that I could impossibly see what the police car did. Whether they would stop us, overtake us, or simply keep driving behind us. I considered slowly raising my head, but decided not to do this because the risk of being seen was simply too great.

It felt like time had slowed to a crawl, almost a standstill. That did not matter for my heartbeat, though. My heart simply continued to race. If I had previously ‘only’ smelled like piss, I was quite sure that now my sweat would also be very noticeable to any person in a 10 meter (~33ft) radius around me.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It felt like at least minutes, but it had probably only been a few seconds. As time moved on, my curiosity got the better of me. I simply had to see what was going on around me.

Slowly, I moved my head up. Just high enough so my eyes could look through the window and see what was going on behind me. The police car was still behind us, but didn’t look like they wanted us to pull over or anything.

While I was observing the cops I accidentally made eye contact with the driver. Briefly I considered to hide once more. I decided not to, though, because that would be what a guilty person would do. And I definitely didn’t want to give them any more reason to pull us over and arrest me other than simply being naked, and not sitting in a car seat with my seat belt on.

Instead, I broke off the eye contact, and simply decided to look around me. Pretending the police car wasn’t there. Like I was some kind of dumb animal simply enjoying a car trip and my surroundings, without even knowing what the police or a police car were.

Along the street that we were driving were some trees that were slowly beginning to develop some leaves. Looking up, there were some birds flying over us, and I focused on the patterns that the flock of birds was making. Slowly, my heart rate went down, and I realized what kind of adrenaline rush I’d been having.

Looking around and pretending I had never even seen the cops behind us made me feel calm again, and slowly I became at ease with the situation again. My body still tense, but not scared anymore. If they were going to arrest me, then that’s how it was going to be. It wasn’t as if there was anything I could do right now to change the situation.

On the lane that was going in the opposite direction, I saw some traffic signs. One of them was warning for wild animals that might cross the road. I realized how much more difficult wild life had it as opposed to the zoo animals. Wild life always had a chance of getting eaten by some predator, or getting hit by a car. They also needed to scour entire forests, just to find a little bit of food, and do so every day again.

The only upside, I reasoned, was that they could roam around more freely. But, if you got to enjoy a careless existence in a zoo enclosure, and you had a continuous stream of visitors flowing by every day that you could observe, would being stuck in a cage really the worst thing that could happen? I suppose you could say that that is a small price to pay.

Also, Stacey’s remark that she had made earlier today sounded in my head. “Just think of the zoo keepers as your personal servants looking after your every whim”, she had said, “The keepers provide you with food, and will clean up after you”. In a weird way I started to look forward to it. Not just because it was a lot of fun to get to entertain all the zoo patrons, while being naked. But also because of how different my life could become. I would no longer have to be concerned with things like my mortgage, never have to think about what kind of food I needed to buy, etc. Depending on how many choices the zoo was going to make for me, I was looking at quite a careless period with my own servants and never have to think about anything again!

All of a sudden I felt the car slow down. I briefly turned my head, and saw that we were approaching a traffic stop. There were multiple lanes and we were going to take a right turn. As I looked back out of the rear window again, I realized that the police car was still driving behind us. Whereas our car slowly began making the turn, the cop car went straight ahead, slowly stopping for a red traffic light. I looked at the cops one more time, and noticed they were also looking at me.

Suddenly, they started waving at me, like they were saying goodbye. Maybe they had seen me on the news and knew about my situation? As they were waving, I quickly sat upright and showed them my boobs. The police car had come to a stop, and the cops were staring at my tits. “It’s the little things that can make a man happy”, I thought as I smiled.

As the cops could no longer be seen, I felt a wave of relief come over me now that I hadn’t been arrested and was finally going to go home. I recognized the street we were on now. It would only be two more turns and we’d be at my place. I looked some more around, and felt the car turn exactly at the crossings where I had expected them to turn.

“Is this it?”, I heard Ms. Bullstrong both ask and yell at the same time.

I had totally forgotten about her. Of course every car has a driver, but I had been so focused on my surroundings and the cop car, that I had totally forgotten about her. I looked to the front once more.

“Yes, if you turn right here you can go to the car park on the back of the building.”, I said.

The car started moving and drove to the car park in the back of my apartment building. There were a few cars, but no one was there to be seen. When the car stopped I heard Ms. Bullstrong take the key out of the ignition and saw her getting out of the car. My first impulse was to get out of the car as well, but the trunk didn’t look like it could be opened from the inside.

I closely followed Ms. Bullstrong with my eyes as she walked to the back of the car. She was almost fully behind the car when I heard a phone ring. She stopped walking, and answered her phone. This was maddening! I was almost out, and now had to wait once more before I could get fully home. Luckily the phone call was kept quite short, and in less than a minute Ms. Bullstrong pocketed her phone again.

Then she finally proceeded to open the trunk. Before I had a chance to climb out she took hold of my leash.

“Okay sweetheart, you can get out now”, Ms. Bullstrong said.

I was a little surprised that she still felt the need to hold on to my leash. We were home now, right? Time to let me go?!

“Is this really necessary?”, I asked looking at the chain that emanated from my neck.

“My task today was to bring you home. Do you live out here on this car park, is this what you call your home?”

Of course it was a rhetorical question, and the way she asked it made me feel a little dumb. As if I was crazy only because I politely asked about my collar and chain.

“No…”, I decided to say. I wasn’t 100% certain she had meant it as a rhetorical question, so I figured it was best to answer it. Even if it only were to acknowledge what she had said to me.

Ms. Bullstrong turned around and walk towards the entrance of the building. We walked in, and Ms. Bullstrong stopped walking for half a second to look around and see where she needed to go. I wasn’t asked a thing, I simply had to follow the zookeeper in her footsteps. She walked towards the elevator and summoned it. Its doors opened right away.

“What floor?”, she said as we walked into the elevator.

I answered her question and she pressed the elevator button. I had no idea when exactly she was going to set me free. Either at the car or at the entrance of the building would have been perfectly good places for me to be set loose, if you asked me.

While waiting in the elevator to reach my floor, it dawned on me that I was still naked (d’oh!). I may have been naked before in a building like this one, but usually that was well after midnight after having drunk quite a bit of ****. In those cases it would have been a thrill to run around here with no clothes. It was not something I had expected to do with a zookeeper standing next to me with no **** in my stomach on a Tuesday afternoon. Thinking this over the elevator doors opened, and my train of thought was well interrupted.

“You show the way”, Ms. Bullstrong said.

This was a new experience for the both of us. Ms. Bullstrong had been leading me since taking me out of the aviary, and now all of a sudden I was supposed to show the way? I wasn’t sure if she would be okay with me really taking the lead. As such, I simply pointed left, and Ms. Bullstrong took the lead once more, and turned left after she had left the elevator. I, of course, was simply to follow suit.

“Here it is”, I said as we walked through the corridor and I saw the door that lead to my apartment.

Ms. Bullstrong removed my purse that she was carrying over her shoulder and handed it to me. I gracefully accepted my purse and took out my keys. I put the key in the lock, and opened the door.

Maybe it was foolish of me, but I had expected for Ms. Bullstrong to say goodbye here. No such thing happened, however. Instead, Ms. Bullstrong barged into my very own apartment, and I followed her through the door. She walked straight ahead through my own little hallway and stormed into the living room, as if she’d done so a hundred times before. Finally she came to a stop, and I decided to do the same. It was nice to see my living room again. It had been awhile after all, and I felt like today had been a quest, a mission, just to get from the aviary gate to my own place. And now that I was in my own living room, I had finally completed my quest.

“Well, this is it then, I suppose”, Ms. Bullstrong said.

She let go of the chain and moved her hand into her pocket. Curiously I was looking what she was gonna get from her pocket. It was the key, the key to my padlock. Unceremoniously she put the key into the padlock, and suddenly I felt the collar release from my neck. Ms. Bullstrong took the chain, except this time I wasn’t on the other end of it.

“Goodbye, sweetheart. I hope I see you soon”, she said and she turned around, and walked out of my apartment, slamming the front door closed as she walked out into the corridor.

I decided Ms. Bullstrong was a woman of few words.