JARVIS, DT
by seezinhai

seezinhai@yahoo

I am a detective, sixteen years on the force. I work in the mean streets of the mean city. I take no shorts and I give my all to maintain order...and Law when possible.

On the east side, I was investigating the murder of a low level drug dealer. He was a student at State and was two months from graduation. That's tough, despite the fact I hated drug pushers, I felt bad for the kid. Dumbass figures he'll sell to keep money in his pocket until he graduates. But their ain't know graduation in the school of hard knocks.

Anyway we were perusing the campus and the small club district just south of it. In a parking lot, across the street from the trendy computer cafe we were watching for a person of interest, we saw some kids possibly making a drug deal. Two guys in seperate cars, in one I saw three young women seated inside. It was getting late and I figured we had waited for that bum to report to work long enough. Besides we could always check back, this would only take a moment...

We screeched up to the cars parked diagonally in the parking lot. The guys started frantically jerking and twiching. Clear signs of stashing away drugs and maybe worse. I had my partner Mitchell toss their sorry asses in the backseat of the Impala. I left him to search the car and the guys, the girls were all mine.

I orders them all out of the car, hands in the air. " Stand here now!" I ordered. You had to establish who was boss and then apply pressure.
"Empty your pockets and put every thing on the hood. Put your purse, cellphone, jewelry and keys on the hood, too." They were stunned and quickly tossed different items out of their pockets and put their cellphones on the car's hood. You had to get the cellphones, their a headache, I hated cellphones.

I made them walk to a curb that was close the cars and sit down on it. Their was a wall behind it seperated by a small patch of grass. We were next to the dumpsters and this place didn't have a drive thru. Customers coming in, would park away from a detective car and investigation so we had the area to ourselves.

As I check their ID and cellphones for information on them I started to take note of their looks upclose. On the right was a tall brunette with a nice sized butt and decent tits. In the middle a blond who was cute with tits a littlle bigger and a didn't get to see her ass well enough yet. The other one was an athletic bronze goddess. Brazilian, or maybe even Indian, or maybe a blackchick with light skin. EIther way she was built like a pony.

It didn't take long before ol' Mitchell waved several big shiny bags of weed and one container of pills in the air. And with that...

"Take off your shoes and socks, right now!"

The girls protested but I threatened them with jail and that this would be on their permanent record.

"But that's not mine, we where sitting in the car" the blond snapped.

"We were just getting a ride back to campus, honest" chimed the bronze athlete.

"You heard what I said, your friend is pushing dope, and either you push dope too or you were just using. I will charge you with both and let the judge and lawyers sort it out." I spoke directly at them in a controlled but focused way. This scared most of 'em more than yelling.

After several more moments, all three complied. They unlaced and pulled off their shoes and begrudingly pulled off their socks. All three had very pretty feet, the brunette in particular.

"Stick your legs out, raise your feet, and spread your toes"

I loved this order, it always got a really shocked response out of 'em. Again they whined about 'this not being necessary', but I wasn't listening.

"I am not going to listen to any more protest, the next protest and we go downtown." "Stick your legs out, raise your feet and spread your toes."
This time they gave and sheepishly each lifted straighten their legs raised their feet up and spreaded their toes.

" Spread your toes wider" I Instructed.

I always made that order regardless of how much the women had spread already. It was a sight that I spoiled myself on from time to time.The sight of six naked feet, the smooth soles and spread out toes on display just for me. I liked forcing them to hold the position for a long time. THe strain mixed with the shame was a great deterrent from crime in the future. I was certain that neither had ever been forced to remove their shoes and show their feet. Subconsciously, this could be as intimidating as what was to follow.

"Let your legs down, now take off your shirts, and that jacket.", I said pointing at the bronze one. And remember what I said about protest."

They angrily removed their shirts, each taking a little longer than with the shoes. Now they were in their bras and immediately began to shiver. Remove your pants, I yelled, as I looked through their socks. (sniffing a couple) At the shirts part I'm sure they thought they was it. Now at the pants I no they are scared. They each gave pleading looks hoping to dissuade me from my routine but not willing to verbally protest. The blond began to tear up and tried to softly wail a repreive through her throat.

EEMMMMMhhhmmm! she murmured like a child trying to induce sympathy into a determined parent. Her whining was sexy, I thought.

" Ladies do it now, take off your pants." The bronze started pulling away at her form fitting spandex typed jogging pants. Looking disappointedly up into the night sky. Partway she balked,

"Why isn't their a woman cop here?".

"...why? I'll tell ya why, because my partner and I have been investigating the murder of one Theodore Flannery? When we came upon this drug deal and you three kids! Did you know mister Flannery?
Did you know who's behind his murder? Do you!? If it stands that you three are in fact involved with this murder, there ain't know campus club gonna bail ya outta double life! Regardless of the verdict, whatever you coulda been will be finished, get it? No lofty corporate office for a bunch of murderin' dope peddlers!

I barely finished my tirade when the brownie pulled off her pants. She had the most shapely toned and tanned legs I had ever seen.She wore cute little boy briefs and had a tattoo on the top of her thigh. The blond and brunette slowly followed the lead of the athlete. Peeling away their blue jeans, the blonds had very nice legs while the brunette had on thong underwear.I searched their pants fast and turned to them for the big show!..

" Take off your bra and panties. Then get on your hands and knees facing the wall." This command sent the girls into a rage. "No way, take me to jail", cried out the blond. "I will, as for you other two, you heard me! Take off your bra and panties. Then get on your knees and hands facing the wall."

Brunette and Bronzy both began to strip off their underwear. I enjoyed watching the athlete seated and pulling off her panties. When the brunette turned naked, on all fours, I almost lost it. Next the Bronze girl now naked turned her taught hips over so that her chiseled ass came into view. I instructed the blonde to stand and then I motioned for Mitchell to come over, I wanted him to toss her proud ass into the backseat, too.

At the sight of the large black cop, the cute blond wilted. She plopped her pretty ass back onto the ground. Next she hurriedly pulled off her bra and scooted herself out of her purple panties. The blond had hair down to her now exposed ass. She tearfully got into the same position as the other two.

All three did their best to hold back tears. So cute, so open, I was gonna to treat them real good.

"Hands shoulder length apart, knees just as wide. Reach back and grab your ass. Spread your cheeks", I ordered.

They strained to maintain their balance on their knees, as they reached back and grabbed their butts. All three now crying outright. I made certain that they held their asscheeks wide. I looked up their pretty rectums, taking note of how clean they were. Slightly darker than the rest of their skin, but clean nonetheless.

" Good, now on your backs, put your legs high and wide in the air. Spread your pussy lips wide and cough some more.

The brunette sheepishly raised her well lotioned legs her pussy and butthole showing. The bronze athlete's pussy kept convulsing while she cried, it was funny. While the blonds feet shook and her toes curled in agony.

" Now lay on your stomachs, reach our with your hands overhead and stick your feet out."

The ladies fully compliant now laid in straight lines, head to toe.

I then pulled out my rubber whipstick, I had bought at Weapon World. The blow from it was tremendous, but it left no mark. I stood over the brazilian bombshell first.

"Do not move"
I stood at just ove her arms and swung down at the bottom of her cheeks. I began to savagely whip her across her bare buttocks. She cried like a horrified schoolgirl. The whipstick applies pain that will likely be felt for several days but doesn't leave much more than a slight red welt.

"ARRGGHH, EEHHKKK", she screamed, "Please no more, I won't, I won't get, do it again, I sweeaarrittt!

After twenty five strokes or so across her plump ass, I began striking her legs and feet as well. I made certain she did not move out of the postion of her prone position. She sobbed softly as I moved the blond, who's butt cheeks, trembled in anticipation of her whipping.

She shrieked and wailed as I thrashed her tail with even more ferocity than the brownie's. I paid special attention to the soles and toes of her small feet. This brought gurgling and coughing sounds from the young and pretty coed. Just what she needed, probably spoiled her entire life. To protest to a cop was indicative of it.

The brunette was especially leggy with a terrifically chubby butt. I stood at her feet and struck down on her ass directly at the crack slashing any flesh I could, with the rubber whipstick, she yelled with a pitch that prompted me to pause briefly. I was stunned at being able to stir those kind of noises from someone. I walked around her body, slapping her bare legs and feet.

" I know you three will never be involved with drugs again after this, right?"

YES!", they all whispered still seething, sobbing and panting.

" Good, just to recap..."

I returned to the athlete and began whipping her again, across her butt. I whipped her back and even her arms before doing the same to the other two, now pleading to leave.

Finally I allowed them to stand in place. Pathetic, is how I would describe the looks on their faces. They stood wobbily with their hands on their sides, naked and unsure of what was next. I went into the Impala and retrieved some t- shirts. They were extra large t-shirts from our drug-safety zone campaign, a few years back.

" Put these on, and walk your pretty butts back to campus."

"Can I have my stuff back" the brunette begged.

" No, you heard what I said. I am confiscating everything on the hood along with your boyfriend's car."

"But this is my car, my boyfriend was just driving!" the bronze one whined.

"Too bad, I am taking everything. That's the end of it, pick it up downtown."

The girls dressed in the t-shirts, which came to just under the butt cheeks of the blond and bronze. The brunette showed a little crack out under hers. I pointed them away and watched them putter ungangly, clad only in drug-safety shirts. They held their shirts down with both hands as they jogged back out of the parking lot. Their bare legs and barefeet were quite the sight for my partner, Mitchell. We looked at each other, proud we were able to protect and serve.

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