Food Court

Ahh, the food court should be a nice open area with plenty of choices for fun to be had and as such it is my first stop on the journey of the not-trues. Once I reach the food court I take a seat and survey the offerings, my gaze is quickly taken by a cute redhead in some sort of fast food restaurant uniform. I had found my first companion and made my way over to her ready with some not-trues to have some fun.

"Hello there, what's your name?"

"My name is none of your business, get away from me."

"Now, now, that's no way to talk to a member of the Carnal Police is it? You will answer my questions and know to respect my authority."

"Oh, I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know that you were a member. My name is Elizabeth."

"That's better ma'am, but I think that Candy is a much more suitable name for you, you know as a member of the Carnal Police I have jurisdiction to make these sorts of determinations."

"Yes sir, Candy it is for me then, I like the sound of that. Is there any problem officer?"

"Yes, your uniform is far too conservative, you aren't showing off enough skin and I bet you're wearing underwear too, I can already tell you are wearing a bra under there."

"Yes sir I am, is that a problem. Are you serious? My records have you as a Grade B - PoA, you do know your PoA grading don't you?"

"Ahh, of course sir", Candy's face was a picture of confusion as her mind was trying to piece together the new reality that I was sculpting. "Can you remind me what is required with that sir?"

I sigh heavily as if having to explain something simple to a simpleton, simply for effect but the effect it was having on Candy was fantastic. "As per the public attire statute, a Grade B - PoA must refrain from wearing any sort of underwear with the express exception of pantyhose and socks. Furthermore there is a minimum required level of skin to be shown at all times when outside of the Graded PoA's domicile. This level is a skirt or shorts no longer than 6 inches below the waist, a top that ends at least 6 inches above the pubic bone and at least 40% of the lady's breast to be visible at all times."

"Oh my, I have no idea why I am not in the appropriate attire, this is my work uniform sir I am not sure what I can do about it."

"If you cannot comply with the statute whilst wearing your uniform then you must remove it or rectify it as soon as possible."

"Thank you sir, I believe that I can do so quickly at the clothing store close by but I will not be in uniform and will likely be fired."

"You mean you have been knowingly defying this statute just so you can work and earn money? As a Grade B - PoA you should have known better and found more suitable employment as a prostitute, a stripper or a topless waitress. I am going to have to write you a ticket for inappropriate clothing in public. I will be **** to confiscate your current attire, it will then be your problem to attain appropriate clothing."

"Are you sure sir, right here? You want me to strip right here?"

"Do I have to repeat myself ma'am? I am giving you a direct order."

This sudden rush of power was intoxicating, my word being accepted unquestioningly was making me rock hard. I pretend to write some things down on my wallet as Candy begins to strip her clothes in front of me. We are drawing quite a few stares and some shocked gasps as well. I hold up my wallet and make my boldest not-true yet with a bellowing voice.

"There is nothing to see here this is standard Carnal Police procedure, this has been law since the Public Attire Statute was added to the Carnality Laws of 1998. Please return to your meals and your shopping."

It appears to have worked, there were still stares but that was mostly just out of curiosity of the hot girl now standing there in her lacy white bra and panties.

"One moment ma'am, here is your official citation ticket", I say handing her an old receipt. "It details the infractions you have committed and the immediate punishment that will be meted out."