The holding cell

It's sometimes humiliating enough to ride in the back of a patrol car, but when the circumstances surrounding the reason for your ride turn out to be quite bizarre, it can make it even more humiliating. How were you supposed to know that a simple explanation would lead to your subsequent arrest, and incarceration? How were you supposed to know the arresting Trooper's name is actually Barney Fife, and that he would end up taking your sarcastic jab personally? Some days it just seems like someone, or something is out to get you. This is one of those days, or nights, when nothing you do seems to fit into the grand scheme of things.

Trooper Fife takes you directly to Central Booking. He goes off and leaves you at the front desk to be booked, while he goes to a nearby office to file his report. Once your paperwork is done, you're taken back to the holding cells by two officers who deposit you into a cell with some very dark and shady looking characters. They're all women, and they're all dressed like hookers. The way they look at you makes you feel very uneasy. "Wait!" you get the attention of one of your Trooper escorts. "I get a phone call, don't I?"

"Yes, you do" says your escort. "After we're done booking you, you'll get that phone call. As you can see, we're swamped with paperwork. Just be patient, and we'll get to you as soon as possible. In the meantime, I suggest you make the best of it with your new friends. Who knows? They might even be willing to pay you for fingering them" he adds sarcastically. "Just be happy to know your purse and other personal items are being cared for." The two troopers turn and leave, slamming the door closed behind them.

There are at least a dozen hooker types in the holding cell with you. You turn to find a seat on the bench where you can sit, but there's none available. None of the hookers say anything to you, they just glare at you. Then finally, one speaks up. "What are you in for?" asks a rather stunning redhead.

"Public lewdness, and resisting arrest. And probably for calling my arresting officer Barney Fife. How was I supposed to know that was his actual name, and that he'd take offense to it?" you say in a somber tone.

"Honey, they have name badges, you know. You should have looked more carefully before you spoke" the redhead says in a matter of fact way. She stands up, and comes toward you. "I like your dress, sugar. Give it to me!" She holds out her hands waiting for you to deposit your dress in them.

"W-What?" you're startled by her request. "What am I supposed to wear?"

"I'll give you mine" she says, smiling. "Now take it off, and hand it over!"

"Please! I'll be totally naked!" you whine.

"That's the general idea, sweetie" the redhead smiles sadistically. "Get them off, and hand them over. Now!"

You look nervously around the cell. Everyone's eyes are fixed on you in a menacing way. The dress you wore is backless, so it will be easy to slip off. With a heavy sigh, you reach in back of you and undo the zipper. Then you shrug it off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You step out of it, pick it up, and hand it to the redhead. You try to cover your exposed body. You stand there and wait for the redhead to undress, growing chillier by the second. "Well?" you start impatiently. "Are you going to give me yours?"

"All in good time, sugar" she says. She starts to walk around you, looking you over closely. "Give me those fuck me heels too."

You take a deep breath, and step out of your heels. You hand them over, and desperately try to hide your body with your hands and arms. "Please, can you give me your clothes now? I'm cold."

The redhead still walks around you. She slaps your ass, then pinches it, making you gasp in pain. "Very nice body" she comments. "You're built for speed, just like a greyhound. Do you shave that pussy? I didn't get to see it. Move your hands so I can see it. Uncover those breasts, too, while you're at it." You reluctantly drop your arms to your sides as she continues giving you a walk around inspection. "Now, I'll tell you how it's going to be, my little naked princess. I'm not going to give you my clothes. But I will sell them to you."

"But I just gave you mine!" you whine. "That's not fair!"

"Who said life is fair?" the redhead giggles. Everyone on the bench starts to laugh as your face turns every shade of red known to man.

"But they took my purse!" you complain. "I don't have anything to pay you with!"

"Oh but you do!" exclaims the redhead. "Think about it, Miss Public Lewdness!"