Clothes Without Clothes?

"Body paint!" Tammi cried as she recognized what she saw. Then, "Body paint!" Of course! It's the perfect substitute for clothes. Perfect for the moment, anyway. She knew it couldn't be as varied as the many, wonderful shapes clothes could be put into. But it was perfect enough for her to forget about her itching, though not her "polka dots". She hornily approached the officer.

The cop became suspicious and irritated. Then only exasperated as the girl's clothed friend told her, "She's just come down with the virus."

"I understand." Still, she didn't really like having to put up with the intense scrutiny.

Tammy stared intently at the painted-on uniform as she circled the non-naked nude woman. "I want to touch."

The glare warned her away from that impulse. It would have followed her as she went behind her back if the pervert perp hadn't made a sudden move. That stopped when she twisted his arm and raised her billy club. If he broke free of her, it would be the revolver.

"Part of your ass is naked!" Tammi said, disappointed. "And so are the thighs below your "

Without thinking, she pushed her molester far enough away from the woman's front to see her pussy area. "That's naked, too!"

"Body paint wears off after two or three days," she was told. Those parts that were weren't completely naked, but tinted with the faded color of her 'pants'.

"You sit a lot, Officer Ramsey?" Lizzie innocently asked the cop with the painted-on name plate.

"I have a hard time sitting still."

"You're a wiggler!" Lizzie smiled.

"Not on duty,"

"You fuck enough to wear it from your pussy!?!" Tammi blurted her thought out.

"No! And I'm married!" She gathered the inner strength she had to have in dealing with the public (it was so much easier handling criminals), and did the safety advisory to the girl who was obviously thinking of putting on a coat or two of her own. "Body paint is safe only if you do not consume any. It has dangerous toxins. I don't want them entering through my vagina, or my husband's meatus."

"You're hubby's meat!?" Lizzie was surprised by the sudden slang.