Zur Schau gestellt (2) - Sexgeschichten

Zur Schau gestellt (2)

... along with your shoes and other things, until you are released."

Clarence sat across the table from her, while awaiting her compliance.

Meanwhile, he poured her another glass of water.

To be sure, it had occurred to Nancy that she might be required to shed some of

her clothing, and she suspected that in the exhibition she might have to wear

some sort of prison attire. But she had not expected to have to strip down in

front of a male police officer. However, she knew the consequences of

non-cooperation. She carefully slipped off her blouse, revealing a white bra,

and hung it up. Clarence kept his eyes on her, to her embarrassment. After

all, she thought, I am not some pretty young chick; I am, in fact, a

grandmother; not a real eyeful to anyone. Her body was lightly tanned from

much time in the outdoors, but her shoulders bore signs of white lines from

the straps of the tops she often wore. She realized her breasts were much in

evidence, but she was not overly endowed. She hoped she wouldn't have to take

the bra off, because she knew she drooped a bit, her breasts showing a bit of

her fifty plus years.

She slipped off the skirt, revealing white cotton panties. Her legs had a few

imperfections, she knew, but there was no way to hide them. She wished her

stomach was a bit flatter, but after all, she was just a bit overweight, and

she supposed it could be in worse places. As she hung up the skirt, she noted

the pitcher ...

... still had water in it. She quickly downed the glass pushed to her,

and commented "My stomach's getting full - do I have to drink more?".

Clarence answered by refilling the glass one more time, which almost emptied

the pitcher, and gave it to her. "I think this will be enough, for now. You

were told to expect some discomfort, weren't you?" "I was", said Nancy,

trying to get down the last glass. She felt really bloated, with a whole

pitcher of water inside her, and she felt terribly exposed, standing in front

of a police officer with nothing on but a bra and cotton panties. "Are you

ready?" he asked her. "Ready for what", she inquired.

"For your appearance before the magistrate", Clarence informed her. "You are

mostly prepared - what's left we can do after your appearance. He has to see

you and approve your preparation and you must give him your consent to

proceed." "Where will this occur?", she inquired, mindful of her undressed

state and seeing no evidence of a prison uniform or other attire in the room.

"Follow me", said Clarence, opening the door, "the magistrate is in the

courtroom just down the hall. We'll go now, and this should be over in a few

minutes."

Nancy responded with a horrified look and hesitation. He was asking her to

follow him down a hall in a public police station, to a public courtroom, when

she was barefooted and attired only in two skimpy pieces of underwear. A

fiftyish matron was expected to ...