"I can't do it. You'll have to take me to the station and book me," said Heather.
“Okay then,” said the cop. She read Heather her Miranda rights. Then she started the car and drove to the station.
Once they got there and Heather was taken out of the car, she felt more exposed than before when she saw a bunch of people standing around.
“Don’t you have anything I can wear?,” said Heather.
“No,” said the cop.
“But you can’t just bring me into the station like this.”
“Why not? You didn’t mind walking out of your house like that.”
As the cop entered the station, all eyes were on the naked woman she brought in with her. Cops, criminals, and others were watching as she walked, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t even cover herself with her hands because of the handcuffs. She started to think that she should have had sex with the cop instead.
The cop brought her to a bench. Then she uncuffed her.
“Finally,” said Heather.
Then the cop had her sit on the bench, and then handcuffed her to it.
“Again?!,” said Heather.
“You’ll stay here until you’re booked.” Then she left her there.
Only one wrist was cuffed, so Heather used her free arm to cover her breasts and kept her legs closed. She would have preferred to be in a jail cell than to be on display in front of all the fully dressed people.
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