To the Patrol Car

The street outside was busy, and with her wrists cuffed behind her back there was nothing Emma could do to prevent everybody staring at her embarrassment.

The cops led her away from the bar, holding her by each elbow. They paused to let some traffic pass, then crossed the street to where the patrol car was parked.

At least she would soon be hidden in the car, thought Emma. But the cops made her stand facing the hood while they discussed something which she was unable to understand. She turned to see them inspecting her torn bikini, then one spoke to her again.

“Give me your papers please miss. Your passport.”

“I don’t have anything on me,” she exclaimed. “You know that!”

“Okay miss,” he continued. “Since you refuse to co-operate I’m going to have to search you for weapons and contraband.”

Emma started to protest, but then she found herself pushed face first onto the hot hood of the car. The cop had one hand between her shoulder blades, and used his feet to move her legs apart. She knew that everybody on the busy street would have a perfect view of her white ass and pussy bent over the car.

“Please don’t make this any worse,” the cop said quietly. “My partner is going to search you now.”