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Allergic Reaction
1-4
By SirRender
(a/k/a Zor Prime)
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Chapter 1 - The School Nurse
Tamara Jenkins couldn't understand what was wrong with her. Since arriving at school today she'd been
experiencing an awful itching sensation all around her neck, shoulders, and upper chest. The five foot six
flaming redhead had been discretely scratching herself when she thought no one was looking, and the itch
would temporarily fade but return within minutes. The delay for it to start again seemed to be getting shorter,
too. She'd only had to scratch twice during her first period English class but four times during second period
geometry. Now it was the beginning of third period and she sat in her boring senior year US government class
and the itch was back with a vengeance!
Tamara, or Tammie as her friends called her, tried not to make too much of a scene, but this proved difficult
as her desk was in the second row center and almost everyone had their eyes fixed on the teacher just six feet
in front of her. She was quite embarrassed at having to pull the neck of her shirt open a little to scratch her
upper chest -- she wasn't the type of girl one would expect to see showing off more of her body than
necessary. Tammie's family was very strict on clothing and would not even allow her to own, much less wear,
a skirt shorter than her knees. In fact, today she wore a long sleeve shirt and pants -- not even jeans because
they were "beneath her" according to her parents.
"Is something the matter, miss Jenkins?" asked Mr. Tyler, somewhat irritated by her constant arm movements
which reminded him of the way children make "chicken wings" when deriding their friends for being scared
to do something.
"N-no sir," Tamara stammered, dropping her hands to her desk and trying to smile.
"So you're not trying to say that our forefathers were cowards when it came to facing the tough issues of
social equality?" Mr. Tyler smiled merrily as a few of his students snickered and whispered to one another. He
had always liked Tammie. She was a good student with a solid B+ grade in his class, and he often found it in
his heart to include her in witty remarks he made to the class.
"No sir, I'm sorry. I -- I think I need to go see the nurse. I'm not feeling very well."
Mr. Tyler frowned for a second and then nodded. "You are excused, miss Jenkins."
Tammie grabbed her books and slipped out quietly. She furiously scratched all over as she made her way
across the courtyard to the nurse's office.
Reaching the administration building, Tammie quickly found the receptionist and pleaded to see the nurse
immediately. Moments later she was shown into the dimly lit and rather empty medical office. Two large
windows opposite the door were the only source of light, as the overhead florescent ones were turned off. She
glanced up and noticed that most of the lighting tubes were missing and wasn't surprised -- most of the
classrooms had burnt out tubes and one or two missing entirely.
The nurse was a gentle woman in her mid to late forties and she greeted Tamara with a smile. "I was just on
my way out to lunch but it seems you have a bit of an emergency. What can I do for you today?"
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," Tammie started, clutching her books to her chest. "I seem to have, uhh,
gotten a rash or something on my neck and..."
"And what? This may be serious, don't hold anything back."
Tammie lowered her eyes to gaze at the cold tile floor. "And on my chest."
"Oh dear. Now don't be alarmed miss -- what was your name?"
"Jenkins. Tamara Jenkins."
"Don't be alarmed miss Jenkins. It could be nothing more than an allergic reaction to something you ate or a
new perfume. But it could also be serious, so I will have to examine you to be sure you're alright. If it's
something contagious, we may have to have you see a doctor or even go to the emergency room, but it may
just be an allergy. Are you allergic to any foods?"
Tamara shook her head. "I have all the usual allergies, I guess. Pollen, dust, cat hair. But I'm not aware of any
food allergies."
"Well, let's have a look and see how bad this rash is. Please set your books on the table over there and then
remove your shirt." Seeing Tamara's eyes go wide, the nurse calmly stated "It's alright, I'm a registered nurse.
I've seen it all. Besides, there's no one here besides the two of us."
Tammie complied, setting her books on the small table indicated and then slowly unbuttoning her dark blue
shirt. As the last button came off, she slowly slid the fabric aside to reveal her chest and abdomen as well as
her large virgin breasts encased in her plain white 36C bra. Only her mother had ever seen her this way
before.
"All the way off, miss Jenkins. I have to see how widespread the rash is."
Tammie bit her lower lip and glanced to the two large windows looking out onto the street in front of the
school. The nurse, seeing her gaze shift and realizing the embarrassment the girl was feeling, hurried to close
the mini blinds on the window directly in front of which the young girl stood. "The other will have to stay
open so we can have some light in here. I'm sorry to say the lights," she pointed up at the ceiling, "have been
shut off for repairs. I'll stand between you and the window, if that will make you feel better."
It did ... a little. Tammie slid her blue shirt completely off and dropped it onto the small cot against the wall
behind her. She then pulled her long red hair back to expose her neck and upper chest to the nurse, who
looked with great attention at the bright red patch extending down from the girl's neck, over and between her
breasts, to her belly.
"Oh my. This is quite a rash you have here. Turn around, please." Tammie turned slowly to let the older
woman examine her back. "Not as much rash here, but still some."
As Tammie completed her turn, the door to the office opened and a man in overalls and a painter's cap
stepped in. Her eyes opened larger than ever before as her arms raised to cover her exposed flesh. She
squealed in fright. The man looked startled and nearly dropped the load of florescent tubes he was carrying.
He muttered an apology and bowed out through the door. Before it had closed all the way, Tammie caught
sight of two boys sitting in the outer office. Her squeal had apparently gotten their attention and they now
gazed at her near toplessness. The door slammed shut just seconds before Tammie was ready to die of
embarrassment.
It took some coaxing by the nurse to get Tammie to relax and drop her hands to her sides again. She assured
Tammie that there would be no more interruptions -- that she'd forgotten the repair man was to come in and
replace the lights while she was out at lunch. But of course she had stayed in to see this girl with the
emergency instead. The workman's schedule had slipped her mind.
"I'm a little concerned about this rash all the way down your front. I will need to do a more thorough
examination, I'm afraid. I can't legally send you to a doctor unless this is a medical emergency, so I need to be
absolutely certain. Please remove your bra, and remember that I am a nurse and there's nothing you've got that
I haven't seen hundreds of times." The nurse smiled warmly to ease the young girl's agitation. Tammie slowly
reached up behind her back to unhook her bra and, with trembling hands, she slid the straps down over her
shoulders and let the material fall to her lap as she sat on the cot, her full breasts capped with very large light
pink areolas now fully exposed.
The nurse leaned in to examine Tammie's chest and the small red bumps that were visible now between her
firm, young breasts.
"Oh yes, oh dear. This does look fairly bad, but I still can't be sure if it's an allergy or an infection. Can you
think of anything else you might be allergic to?"
"Well, I did just start using this new perfume my mom bought for me. But I didn't use that much!" The young
woman's voice rose as if defending herself against a doubtful opponent.
The nurse began to say something but was cut off by the sound of the office door opening again. The
receptionist who had shown Tammie in stood in the doorway, leaning slightly inward and resting against the
width of the door as if in a hurry to get in and get out. "Joyce, what did you say was the name of that fellow
who was in yesterday?"
Joyce stood, turning her attention to the opened door and the office secretary leaning against it. Tammie
turned her gaze as well, and to her horror saw those two boys in the office over the receptionist's bent form.
They were sitting not ten feet from the door and leering right in at Tammie's fully exposed chest! They both
cracked wide smiles as Tammie crossed her arms over her chest, clutching opposite shoulders, and doubled
over in utter embarrassment.
"Tom Robins," said the nurse. "He owns Robins Drug Store down on 23rd."
"Okay, thanks!" the receptionist said as she pulled the door shut quickly behind her.
Tammie was having trouble breathing. She'd never been so exposed or embarrassed in all her eighteen years.
She must have looked like quite a slut, sitting there in a cold room with her breasts on display, her nipples
hard from the chill air. She felt like curling up under the cot and dying right there on the spot.
The nurse tried to soothe the young woman. She hadn't gotten a very good look at those red lumps before she
was interrupted and she needed to finish this examination and get to lunch or she would have to go without.
She was well trained in the nursing arts and was able to get the girl to ease up and realize it had been just a
fluke. They were alone now and her examination would be over very soon.
Tammie nervously sat up straight and slowly lowered her hands to her lap again. The nurse bent forward to
look at her reddened chest and lightly poked at one of the small lumps there.
"Does it hurt when I touch this?"
Tammie shook her head when she found her voice was temporarily missing.
"Well that's a good sign, anyway. And you say you've been trying a new perfume? Is this the first time you've
worn it?"
Tammie nodded, trying very hard to relax.
"Well, I'm going to recommend you do see a doctor, miss -- Jenkins was it? It does seem to be just an allergic
reaction, but if it's causing you so much discomfort, you will probably need to get a prescription cream, and I
cannot give you that here." Joyce walked across the room to her small desk and began writing on a note tablet.
"This is the address of the doctor we send emergency cases to. She has a position on the school board and
offers her office for when a student needs more thorough treatment than we can provide on the school
grounds."
As Joyce was turning to walk the paper across to Tammie, the office door flew open amidst a torrent of loud
coughing and groans of discomfort. Two students, young boys probably no older than 16 or 17, stumbled in,
one seeming to be in great pain and the other supporting him. Tammie wasn't the least bit fooled, though, as
she'd gotten a good enough look at these two boys before to know neither one of them was horribly ill.
"My--my friend, he threw up in class and I had to bring him down here." the one boy said, before glancing
over at the topless redhead on the cot. She buried her face in her hands, that feeling of wanting to curl up and
die returning strongly.
Joyce, for her part, hadn't been paying enough attention to the waiting room earlier and didn't recognize the
two boys. She saw so many students every day that they'd all started to blend together in her mind long ago.
She very quickly ushered the boys into a small side room and told them to remain calm and she'd be with
them in two minutes. They side-stepped through the doorway and then turned to completely face the
humiliated Tamara. Joyce walked over and held out the slip of paper for her.
"I want you to take this note to Dr. Stevens immediately. You are excused from school for the rest of the day
and we hope to see you back tomorrow."
Tammie, trying to keep her exposed breasts out of the boys' view, looked up at the nice elderly nurse. She
began to reach out a hand to take the paper but realized her right breast was fully exposed now, and quickly
covered up again. Doubling over, she quickly fumbled for her bra and tried to slide it on. She wouldn't be
safe until she was fully dressed as long as there were two leering younger boys in the next room watching her.
"I haven't got all day, miss Jenkins. I must attend to that poor sick boy." Joyce realized she would now be
missing her lunch today and began to grow impatient. The last time she'd missed lunch was three years ago,
and she'd suffered a fainting spell near the end of the day. She didn't intend to go through that again. "Go on,
take it."
Tammie quickly reached out to snatch the paper and return her arm to cover her breasts. She got her bra up to
her chest and grabbed her shirt. Clutching them both tightly in front of her, she made her way to the exit,
intending to get fully dressed in the girls' bathroom down the hall.
Chapter 2 - Fully Exposed
She had left school before 11 o'clock and now not half an hour later Tamara Jenkins sat in the waiting room
of Dr. Stevens' office. Tamara had just undergone the most mortifying experience of her life back in the
school nurse's office but now she was safe in the hands of professionals who dealt with embarrassing medical
cases every day. Most importantly, she was away from those two leering boys who had seen her topless. The
hungry looks on their young faces had frightened her more than she'd thought possible.
Tammie could not stop scratching her irritated neck and upper chest, and now the rash seemed to be moving
down to her abdomen! She just couldn't start scratching all over right there in front of people, so she grit her
teeth and tried to think about other things. She wondered what could possibly have been in her new perfume
that could make her break out like this. But really, who ever knows what they put into perfume?
The waiting room was filling up with patients, most seeming to be in their early to mid twenties. Tammie
caught one young man watching her over the top of a magazine. When her eyes met his, he quickly looked
away and pretended to be searching intently for a certain page. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he had
been ogling her chest. Not really surprising, she thought. She may have lived a sheltered life but she was well
aware that her breasts were a bit larger than most girls her age. Couple that with the fact that she had been
scratching herself through the fabric of her shirt ever since she got to the doctor's office and it was a wonder
that everyone wasn't watching her that intently.
Tammie thought the guy was kind of cute. Slim and trim and sporting a very professional haircut. She
decided she would refer to him in her recollections as a new car salesman -- slick and tidy to win over your
trust but perhaps a little fiendish behind the eyes. The eyes, she noted, were green; her favorite color. She
smiled in spite of herself.
As Tammie shifted her gaze about the room, she noted a young woman, perhaps twenty years old with long
brown hair and a healthy figure, looking in her direction. The woman wore a pair of dark sunglasses but
Tammie noticed her smirk and just knew the woman was watching her. The woman gave Tammie a full smile
before turning to watch the office door open as a woman and her ten year old son entered. Tammie looked
through the large sliding window at the receptionist's desk, hoping to see the doctor preparing to take her in
for her checkup. From this angle, Tammie could see two wooden doors behind the desk. No doctor was in
sight.
Minutes passed like this before the receptionist opened the door into the inner office and called Tamara's
name. By now she was relieved to be getting out of the crowded waiting room. The hope of having her
allergy cured drifted to the back of her mind. The receptionist, a tall woman in her thirties with a wide smile
and short sandy blonde hair, greeted Tamara with a handshake and asked how she was doing today.
Directly through the door to the inner office stood a medical scale and height measurement device while to
Tamara's left was the receptionist's desk. Behind the desk were three doors leading to examining rooms in the
rear of the office. All three doors were closed.
"Not too bad," replied Tamara, "considering everything that's happened." The receptionist nodded as if she
knew it all and led Tamara to the second door which looked straight out through the sliding glass window of
the receptionist's desk. The waiting room really was packed, she realized. Two youthful men, that young
woman who had smiled across the room at her, the mother and son, and now an elderly woman had come in.
Tammie had heard her mother complain before about doctors over-booking for appointments and finally
understood her mother's frustration.
Tammie entered the cold room and was instructed to sit on the examining table. She did so and was presently
given a blood pressure test, pulse check, and had her temperature taken with a device that went into your ear,
of all places.
"What's with that ear thing?"
"Oh, this is how temperatures are taken these days. It's quicker and more accurate than oral thermometers and
no one uses the rectal kind anymore, thank God. Alright miss Jenkins, I'm going to have you undress
completely and slip on this gown," said the receptionist, producing a flimsy paper gown from a drawer.
"After that, the doctor will be in to see you about this rash." She gave a reassuring smile and turned to leave.
Tammie slipped off her clothes once the door was closed. Her dark blue shirt came off first, then her white
36C bra. She then kicked off her shoes and stood on the freezing floor. Jeez, it must have been fifty degrees in
this place, she thought. Involuntarily she shivered. She unbuttoned her nice black pants and slid them down to
her ankles. Next she hooked a thumb into each side of her white panties and slid them to her ankles as well.
She stepped out of her bottoms in one motion and was reaching for the paper gown on the counter top beside
the examining table when the door opened. The receptionist rushed in, grabbed Tammie by the wrist, and
pulled her toward the door.
"Dr. Stevens will kill me if I forget to get your height and weight. Hurry!" Tammie tried to protest but the
nurse was pulling her by the wrist and it was a little painful. She was pulled, buck naked, out into the hallway
in full view of anyone and everyone in the waiting room. She shut her eyes quickly, hoping to block out the
scene -- wishing desperately that if she could not see them then they could not see her.
But a shrill little voice, that of a young boy of perhaps ten, rose up. "Mommy! Mommy! That girl is naked!!"
Tamara's head rolled back as if she'd been punched. She knew that every eye in the place was now on her
naked body. Someone whistled and called out "Hey baby, nice rack!"
The nurse managed to pull Tamara onto the scale and, thankfully, out of direct view from the waiting room.
Nevertheless, Tammie stood with her hands tucked under her armpits, arms across her chest. She only hoped
that her fiery red pubic mound was out of view below the level of the receptionist's desk. She was beginning
to get that familiar humiliated feeling and wanting to curl up and die where no one would see her. Her
embarrassment made her cheeks and chest go a deep crimson, adding to her existing rash.
Muffled voices and some laughter (laughter!!) could be heard from the waiting room, the child's shrill voice
rising and insisting that he had seen a naked girl in the back room and that she was naughty.
The receptionist, realizing Tammie's embarrassment, tried to take her mind off the unfortunate incident by
asking some questions from a sheet of paper she held. She was simultaneously jotting down information about
the young woman's weight and asking about her medical history, reason for being here today, and whether she
had any food or drug allergies.
The questions started to get a lot more personal when the receptionist asked if Tammie was sexually active
and, if so, how recently. All Tammie could do was stammer that she was not, had not, and was not planning
to be anytime soon.
"Alright, now stand up straight and tall, miss Jenkins. I need to get your height as accurately as possible.
Hands at your sides, please." Tammie did not obey. She clutched her arms tighter to her chest. The woman
smiled and tried to make light of the situation, pointing out that she shouldn't be embarrassed about being the
best looking woman in the building. Tammie found she couldn't help but smile and slowly, very slowly,
moved her hands down her sides and then let them hang normally. She stood up straight and tall as the sandy
blonde receptionist positioned the sliding measuring stick over her head.
"Such a lovely shade of red you have. I tried to dye mine that color once, but it didn't turn out very well."
Tammie was just starting to ease up when the door to the waiting room swung open. A short woman in a
white lab coat stepped in, asking whether all the day's appointments had checked in. Sure enough, as Tammie
turned her head slightly to her left, every eye in the waiting room was fixed on her naked flesh, so white and
creamy and firm. She shut her eyes again and hung her head in shame, but the receptionist sternly reminded
her to keep standing straight so she could get an accurate measurement. Tammie reluctantly raised her head
but would not open her eyes. She trembled as she felt the gazes of the two young men scan up and down her
frame, from her full red bush to her large pert (and constricting from the chill air) breasts.
"Okay, all done. Back to the examining room with you!" the receptionist cheered, and Tammie rushed back to
the safety of the closed room where she grasped the end of the examining table for support as she gasped and
fought for breath. This was far too much humiliation for one day! She had gone eighteen years without
anyone other than her mother ever seeing her naked and now, in just one short day, she had been ogled by
more than half a dozen people. It had been bad enough when all they'd seen were her breasts, but now
everyone had seen her womanhood, the one thing she'd been taught to protect above all else until her wedding
night.
Her mouth was very dry but her breathing was returning to normal. She slipped on the paper gown, being
grateful for the decency it afforded her. She took a seat on the examining table, crinkling paper beneath her
bare bottom.
When the doctor arrived for her examination, Tammie was disheartened to hear that she would now have to
remove her gown. But she'd known all along it would be so. It was only a matter of time, which seemed to be
thoroughly against her today.
Shedding the thin paper, Tammie sat trembling in the cold room. Her nipples were getting so hard they were
almost painful. Oddly, she didn't think it was entirely due to the frigid air, but she refused to believe she could
be turned on by being publicly humiliated.
Doctor Stevens, much shorter than Tammie, asked the young woman to lie back on the table and, if she felt
like it, to place her feet in the stirrups protruding from the end. Tammie figured it would be a little better than
just dangling her feet over the side and raised her knees. She suddenly realized that her open womanhood was
aimed almost straight toward the door. Oh god, if someone opened that door and saw right up her slit, she
swore she would just die right there.
"Oh my, this does look like quite a bad allergic reaction, miss Jenkins. You say you've been using a new
perfume?"
"Yes ma'am. Just used it for the first time today."
The older woman (Dr. Stevens was perhaps forty, Tammie guessed) poked and rubbed the reddened area
between Tammie's neck and abdomen. "Does it hurt when I touch it?"
"No. It just itches all the time."
"Well, I've certainly seen this happen before. What you have is an acute allergy to a chemical fragrance in this
new perfume of yours. It happens quite a lot. You'd be amazed. I want you to get rid of it and go back to
whatever you were using before, if that did not cause this rash. It's the only thing that's going to help."
"Aww, but it smelled so sweet."
"Well the option is to keep breaking out like this and having to come to the doctor's to get ointment to soothe
the itch. But I don't recommend it, as this rash could become much worse over the long run. For now, though,
I am going to give you some cream to rub on the rash. It won't go away for a day or so, but the itching won't
be as bad."
"Thank you doctor."
Doctor Stevens fumbled in a drawer for a moment before producing a tube of cream. "You can sit up, now,
by the way." She smiled. Tammie pulled her feet out of the stirrups and swung them down toward the floor,
raising her back up off the paper pulled over the examining table. It clung to her back as if not wanting her to
go, but in a moment she was free and sitting at the edge of the table, the doctor rubbing ointment onto her
neck and shoulders.
As fate would have it, the door to the hallway outside opened and a man, the handsome "car salesman" from
the waiting room, stepped in. His mouth formed into a tight "o" as he realized he'd opened the wrong door.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. The nurse told me to go through the third door." He gazed at Tammie's naked splendor up
close, her legs hung over the edge of the table and parted just enough that he could fully make out her virginal
pussy lips and that succulent red pussy hair. He glanced upward to her heaving breasts, gaping as the doctor
rubbed some sort of cream onto the young woman's tits!
The doctor was quick to respond that this was the second door and that the man ought to learn to count. He
bowed humbly, never taking his eyes off the young woman's firm body. As he bowed, Tammie saw people in
the waiting room staring right at her. One in particular was the woman who had been watching her through
sunglasses to hide her interest. The woman whistled and made kissy faces. Tammie tried to cover her tits with
her hands but the doctor's were in the way, still rubbing ointment on the rash. Tammie resolved, then, to
cover her crotch, but it was too late. She watched the woman in the waiting room make some obscene gesture
with two fingers in the shape of a 'V' and her tongue between them. Tammie wasn't real educated when it
came to sex, but she could figure out the message. She shuddered violently, tears rolling down her beautiful
face, as the door clicked shut.
Had the world turned against her? Had she done something terribly wrong? It seemed as if, just when things
couldn't get any worse, they got a lot worse. She could not walk back through that waiting room with her
head held high. She had been seen and made fun of publicly. Her humiliation was complete. What more was
there for her to do but rush home and bury her face in her pillow and cry her eyes out?
Chapter 3 - Tammie's Slide Into Depravity
Humiliated beyond her wildest dreams, Tamara Jenkins trudged the few blocks home from the doctor's office
with her head down and tears streaming down her normally beautiful cheeks. This day was anything but
normal, however. For the past eighteen years she had lived a utopian existence where public nudity and
premarital sex were things that only happened to bad people with no moral strength. If she had done
something so wrong, she could not think what it was, but in the past two hours at least a dozen strangers had
seen Tamara's bare breasts, most of those having also seen her most private womanly parts.
She had been frightened as hell in that doctor's office. She knew that under other circumstances, that guy who
barged in on her examination and that woman who made the obscene gesture at her while Tamara sat with her
legs spread over the examining table, would probably have done something horrendous to her. She shut her
eyes tight trying to block out the image.
"Good thing I wasn't wearing much make-up today," she thought, picturing how grotesque she would look
with mascara and blush mixing and running down her cheeks.
She was at the end of her block when a thought came to her; a thought so bizarre and yet so understandable.
Clearly this was not her day and time was against her. This much she knew by the simple fact that every time
she'd gotten undressed for a nurse or doctor today, she had been caught that way by a handful of others. So
she was destined to be humiliated all day and it wasn't like it could really get much worse, could it? The
painful edge of humiliation could be so easily dulled if -- if she took control of the inevitable! If she was to be
so publicly humiliated, would it not be easier to take if she were in control of who saw her naked and when?
Avoiding cruel fate by beating it to the punch. It was brilliant!
Naturally she was still frightened and extremely embarrassed by the very thought of acting so lewdly, but if it
was going to happen with or without her consent, it was so much better if she did it herself rather than having
it done to her.
As the school day was not over, her parents were not expecting her home. She found the house empty and
knew it would be at least three hours before either of them got home from work. Tamara rushed upstairs to
her room, where she changed clothes. Her dark blue button-down shirt and black pants were tossed carelessly
into the laundry hamper in her bathroom, along with her white bra and panties. She stood before the mirror
for a moment just staring at her full frontal nudity. She could kind of understand why so many people,
especially young men, found her attractive. She'd always thought her face was her best feature, slim and very
white, unblemished by pimples, with two large green eyes set evenly to either side of her small nose. Her fiery
red hair certainly made her stand out in a crowd. But she knew that the guys were usually drawn to her large
chest, slim waist, and narrow hips. Back at the doctor's, she'd seen the look of hunger in the eyes of both that
young man and young woman when their gaze fell on her full red bush. She'd always hated it, but it seemed
to get quite a reaction from others. Was that a bad thing? She couldn't quite decide.
Washing her face, Tamara made up her mind to go back out wearing only an old white t-shirt which she'd
pretty much outgrown in the past two years of development and her shortest skirt. Compared to what she'd
been showing off today, the skirt might as well have been eighty feet long and fully covering her skin, but
coming to just below her knees, it was considered almost racy in her household. As for shoes, she opted to
wear a pair of sandals she'd bought for this coming summer. After brushing her hair, she dressed and went
downstairs to the kitchen. She'd missed lunch and her stomach was starting to revolt. She appeased it with a
quick sandwich and glass of orange juice, then grabbed her keys and her purse and headed out the door to her
'95 Escort, which her parents had bought for her new when she got her driver's permit.
She sat for a moment in her car wondering if she was really going to go through with her dirty little plan.
Once again her fear of being doomed to humiliation at the hands of others washed over her and she resolved
to take control of the situation and beat fate to the punch. She started the car toward a large downtown
clothing store.
Once there, Tamara made her way to the hosiery. If she was going to do this, she would do it right. She
milled through a varied selection of fishnet stockings, nylons, and silk stockings, finally opting for standard
fare black sheer pantyhose. She moved on to the clearance rack for summer clothes (since summer was almost
upon them, the winter clothes would be dominating the racks within a week or two) and found the skimpiest
two-piece bathing suit. She moved on to find a halter top. She'd always been told not to ever wear one
because she'd look like a perfect tramp, and well that was just the look she was going for today. The selection
was small, but she found a black one with a rather humorous take-off on the those silly milk commercials. In
bold white letters across the front of this little half-shirt was printed "Got cookies?" She didn't think much of
it, other than the parody value, but it was the best halter top they had in stock, so she took it.
Into the dressing room she went, smiling kindly at the middle-aged woman sorting return items by the door.
The dressing room was actually fairly long, running from the doorway down a good twenty feet or so, with
small, slatted door stalls all the way down a narrow corridor. At this end of the corridor was a full-length
mirror hanging on the wall so you could walk up and down watching yourself to be sure you looked good
both up close and from a distance. The first few stalls were being used, so Tamara stepped into the first free
one she found, about halfway down the hall. On the door was nailed a fairly common sign saying that dressing
rooms might be monitored at any time for shoplifters. She looked up to the ceiling and found the video
camera about five feet away from her stall.
She sat her new items on the small bench and stripped out of her clothes, including her sandals. She opened
the package of pantyhose, knowing you weren't supposed to try on such things, and slid them up her slender
white legs, loving the feel as her small hands slid up her smooth skin followed closely by the tight nylons.
When she was fully encased in the hosiery up to her waist, and wearing nothing more, Tamara stepped out of
the stall and strode proudly (despite the remaining butterflies in her stomach) toward the mirror at the top end
of the room. She watched her big 36C tits jiggle and bounce as she walked, oddly finding that she was
growing aroused by the sight and the whole situation.
She came to stand right in the open doorway between the dressing room and the rest of the store, wearing
nothing but a pair of black pantyhose, and turned slowly while watching her reflection in the mirror. She was
magnificent, if slutty, and a smile broke across her thin pink lips. To her amusement, she heard several gasps
and whispered exclamations from other shoppers as they glanced across the racks of clothes to see her slutty
display. She bit into her lower lip in sudden embarrassment, but reminded herself that this time she was in
control. This time she would make things happen her way. She slid her hands up her flat belly and up over her
curvaceous breasts, never taking her eyes off her reflection.
"Alright, that's enough of that," she said to herself. Turning on her heel, Tamara walked quickly back to her
stall. Quiet voices in the stall next to hers got her wondering how many people, and who they were, were in
there. She would find out shortly, she decided, as she slipped out of her pantyhose and began putting on the
skimpy bikini. The neon pink panties slid up her legs to cover her pussy, which was growing quite wet. She
was surprised at herself and dipped a finger into her slit to be sure she wasn't hallucinating. Sure enough, her
finger came out glistening with her juice. She licked it clean, grimacing a bit at the odd new taste. She didn't
think she could grow to like it very much, and went about fitting the slightly-too-tight neon pink top over her
heavy breasts, tying off the strings behind her back. She once again stepped out into the corridor and walked
down toward the mirror at the end. She didn't like this look as much as the other, but a small crowd of people,
mostly guys but some women, huddled around outside the doorway and cheered as she came into their view.
They were being held off by the middle-aged clerk who oversaw the department, reminding the men that it
was a federal offense to enter a women's dressing room and that what they thought they'd seen was only in
their minds. This argument, of course, failed when the small group saw Tamara's stunning figure step into the
doorway, do a quick turn before the mirror, and walk off again. A mass sound of dejection followed her down
the corridor to her stall, where she quickly stripped off the bikini and pulled the tight "Got cookies?" halter
top over her tits. It proved to be quite a struggle as her breasts stretched the fabric, but she managed to cover
her nipples at any rate.
She felt it was now time to check in on the stall next to hers. The soft voices coming over the thin wall
between them was piquing her interest. With no bottoms on, and with her big eighteen year old tits stretching
the fabric of her halter top, Tamara pushed open the door to the next stall and said "Excuse me, how do these
look?" as she pulled the shirt up and let her tits bounce free. Her jaw dropped as she became aware of a young
woman and her six or seven year old son(!) in the stall. The mother seemed to be helping the young boy try
on a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. The boy, sitting on the little bench and looking straight into Tammie's
exposed red pussy hair, looked upward to the girl's heaving, heavy hanging breasts with wide eyes. His mother
wore a look of absolute terror as she shot her hand up to cover the boy's eyes. Tammie took a step back into
the corridor, trying to pull her top down over her tits, but as she was fumbling madly, the task proved too
difficult for her. She bolted back into her own stall and slammed the door shut, leaning against it for support.
Her breath came in ragged gasps and her heart pounded in her ears, clouding most other sounds around her.
She slumped down to the floor and sat, mortified, for several minutes.
"Well gee, my humiliation is pretty much complete," she said to herself. "But at least it was my own. That
amounts to something, doesn't it?" She glanced up to the security camera, swiveling around toward her on its
constant back-and-forth search for shoplifters. A very nasty idea filled Tamara's already oversexed and
humiliated mind. Clearing her items off the small bench at the back of the stall, she sat with one leg up on the
hard seat and the other stretched out to the side. With her tits still hanging free from the skimpy halter top, she
placed her left hand on her right breast and began caressing and squeezing it, quickly bringing the nipple to
full attention. Her right hand slid down between her thighs. She had masturbated in private a few times in her
younger years so knew what to do to get herself off. She rubbed up and down the little creases between her
crotch and thighs, moving slowly inward across her pussy lips until she could slide her middle finger into her
dripping slit. She slid it up and down a few times to coat it with her juices and then began a rhythmic
pumping in and out of her womanhood, teasing her clit with her thumb at the same time. With all the
excitement and her already aroused state, her ministrations both between her legs and around her right nipple
got her hips bucking and within a minute she climaxed, coating her fingers with even more juice. She noticed
the camera was still on her, and she took her fingers into her mouth and licked them dry, then gave a
somewhat distasteful smile for the camera. She slipped back into her skirt and white t-shirt, slipped on her
sandals, and gathered her slutty goods. She would buy them all.
Many eyes watched as she made her way to the cashier, dropped her items on the counter, and pulled her
credit card from her purse. The cashier, the same middle-aged woman from before, tried to avoid eye contact
as she rang up the younger woman's sale and reached for her credit card. She was commanded to stop by a
forceful male voice as a security guard came to stand behind Tamara.
"This young woman won't be buying anything today, but we will need these items as evidence." He took the
young woman by the arm with one large hand and her purchases in the other. "You're coming with me.
You're under arrest." He steered her away from the cashier and marched her through the store toward the
back. The force of his grip on her and the speed of her forced march had her unsupported breasts bouncing
wildly in her shirt, her nipples growing more aroused by the friction with the tight fabric.
Through a series of doorways and up a flight of stairs they went, coming at last to a door bearing the word
"SECURITY" on a small bronze plaque. Tamara was led inside the dimly lit room. It was narrow, a full half
of it being taken up by a table of small closed circuit televisions. She saw all the major areas of the store as
she gazed along the table's length. The guard directed her down toward the far end of the room and stood
between her and the doorway. He pulled a video cassette from the top of a stack and slid it into a VCR. "Pay
attention you little slut," he said harshly, his words biting into Tammie's self-esteem. She felt like crying but
fought it down to a lump in her throat. The tape began to play back on a color screen a few inches larger than
the others, and after a short moment she saw herself in the dressing room, pinching her right nipple and
finger-fucking herself. She couldn't breathe. Not only had she been seen, but they had a video tape of the
whole thing! The camera zoomed in on her pert breasts and then roamed down between her legs, capturing a
perfect shot of her middle finger sliding in and out of her slippery crotch. As the camera pulled back again,
she watched herself raise her fingers to her mouth and lick her own cunt juice from them. Tamara broke down
and bawled her eyes out. She had lost control and was again at the mercy of another. It was too much for her
to take.
"Now," began the security guard, "the way I see it you've got two options. One you can go to jail for indecent
exposure and -- it seems you also flashed a child, which won't look good in a police report -- or you can give
me a good reason to look the other way and pretend this never happened."
Between sobs, Tamara pleaded with the man to destroy the tape. "If anyone found out, I'd be ruined! My
parents would literally KILL me! Please!"
The guard looked puzzled for a moment and then he slid an arm around the young woman's shoulders. "I
could pretend this never happened and just let you walk out of here, if it means that much to you." Tammie
nodded enthusiastically. All she wanted now was to go home and be completely and utterly alone, where no
one could see her.
"But then I'd be disobeying the law," the guard continued. "You wouldn't want me to get fired for that, would
you? I have a wife and a young child to think of. This is the only job I could get. You wouldn't want my wife
and little girl to have to live on the streets, would you?"
Tammie shook her head, not really sure what she wanted anymore other than to go home.
"I think I know something you can do to encourage me to risk my job. It's nothing, really, but it would mean
a lot to me."
"Yes, yes anything. Just please let me go home and never hear of this again," Tammie sobbed.
"Anything?" Tammie nodded. "Well alright. Let's start by getting you out of that shirt. Put this on instead."
He handed her the tight black half-shirt. "I like the idea of having cookies with your milk, and it would make
all the difference to me."
Tammie suddenly realized the meaning of the "Got cookies?" message, and she flushed the deepest red she'd
ever been for not having seen it sooner. But if that's all the security guard wanted from her, she could do it.
After all, he'd already seen her finger-fucking herself. Seeing her in a tight top wouldn't be half as bad. She
slowly fumbled to slide off her white shirt and pulled it over her head. Her breasts were now on full display
for the leering man as he licked his lips. Reaching out a hand to cup her left breast, he asked, "Was this the
one you were pinching earlier?" He rolled her nipple in his fingers and pulled lightly on it as it constricted
with excitement. "No, no. I remember now, it was this other one." With that, he palmed her right breast and
squeezed firmly on the young mound, grinding his palm into the hard nub at its center. He pulled away and let
Tammie slide the black halter top over those gorgeous mammaries, watching her struggle to get it to fit.
"Is that all? May I go now?" she asked with tearful eyes.
"Not quite, precious, that was just the first part. Now I want you to sit up on the edge of this here table. That's
right, right on the edge." Tamara slowly complied with the order, hoping this wasn't going where she thought
it would. When her legs dangled over the side, barely touching the carpeted floor, the guard stood right in
front of her and lifted her skirt high. He took in the delectable sight of her unshaven, fiery red pussy. He knelt
down between her legs and pushed his face into her crotch. She resisted, trying to clamp her legs together, but
he growled that if she didn't comply, the video would be seen by others. She reluctantly eased up but could
not stop trembling and crying. The man's mouth met Tammie's virgin labia and kissed them for a long
moment. He slowly slipped his tongue out of his mouth and licked a wide swath up from the crack of her ass
to her clitoris, which he then licked side to side until it was as hard as could be. He closed his lips over her clit
and began sucking on it, filling her ears and her horrified mind with disgusting imagery.
After a few moments of sucking and lashing her clit with his tongue, the man slid the full length of it up into
Tammie's cunt, swirling it around and around to get the full taste of her young womanhood. She shuddered,
wishing he'd just get it over with and let her go, and then she shuddered more violently as an orgasm -- her
first orgasm by another person -- washed over her. She sighed loudly in spite of her embarrassment and
revulsion. A moment later, the man stood up before her.
"I'll bet you've made a lot of guys happy with this little snatch," he jeered. His hands went to the fly of his
pants and pulled down the zipper. With a little work his cock sprang free through the opening. "Now you will
make me happy and then I will let you go. Refuse, and the cops and your parents get this video tape. What
will happen to you then, huh?"
"N-n-no! Please! I'm still a virgin. You can't--"
"Ha! Virgin my ass. A girl as fine and slutty as you must've lost her virginity at thirteen. Now open wide, I'm
a-comin' in." She protested in a shrill voice as the man pulled her close, latching his mouth onto hers to keep
her from screaming, as his five inch prick was forced into her sopping womanhood. He thrust hard and felt a
slight resistance, then a surge of wetness as his cock pushed in to its full extent.
Tamara screamed into the man's mouth. Her eyes flew open wide and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. He
thrust in and out of her deflowered pussy with an increasing pace and slowly, very slowly, the pain of her
hymen ripping mixed with the pleasure of having a real live cock inside her. But he was going so fast and she
couldn't keep up. She was just starting to learn to like the sensation when she felt a jet of hot liquid deep
inside her. She cried some more as another spurt shot into her womanhood, taking the very last of her
modesty and innocence. He pulled out without having given her the benefit of a second orgasm.
"Well shit, I'll be damned. You really were a virgin! You're a fuckin' freak, you know that? And to be
absolutely sure I don't accidentally let this video slip into the hands of the police or other security guards here
at the store, this is what you're going to do. Every week on Wednesday, at one in the afternoon, you will
come into this store, go into the same dressing room -- I believe it was number 4 -- and strip naked for the
camera. You will then finger your sweet little pussy and lick your fingers clean when you're done. If you miss
any week, any week at all, this video gets distributed around the office. If you miss two weeks, the police get
a copy and you'll be arrested for indecent exposure and performing lewd acts in public. Do you understand?"
Tammie nodded her head, unable to resist the man and knowing that if anyone she knew ever found out what
had happened, her ass would be so sore she literally wouldn't sit for a week. She had brought the whole thing
on herself -- the slutty behavior in the store, the masturbation for the camera -- she supposed she couldn't
entirely blame the guy for wanting a piece of her with the way she'd been acting. She felt filthy for having
lost her virginity, but even filthier for having intentionally done what she had.
"Now get the hell out of my office and don't forget to come back every Wednesday at one. Oh, and if you're
planning to tell anyone about this, the whole video of your whorish behavior will be the prime evidence, so I
suggest you keep it entirely to yourself. If I'm going down, you're going down with me."
Sliding off the table, her long skirt falling back into place, Tamara grabbed her car keys and rushed out the
door and down the stairs. She hadn't thought to take the white shirt she'd come in, and as she hurried out of
the store, her big tits bounced free of the restrictive halter top. A dozen shoppers got a spectacular view of a
fiery young woman's delicious tits bouncing all around as she rushed to her car. Home. She just had to get
home and nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.
Chapter 4 - Black & White
Tammie was several blocks from the clothing store before realization struck her. She had forgotten her purse
in the security office! Another block passed before she again made a startling discovery. Her tiny new halter
top was still pulled up above her full breasts and she was flashing anyone who cared to look her way! She
pulled one hand from the steering wheel and tried in vain to coax the taut fabric down over her firm breasts.
With only one hand on the wheel, she made a very erratic turn from the main street she was on to a side street
that would take her back toward home. She had trouble staying in her lane until she gave up on the top and
used both hands to steer.
But it was too late for good driving, she found, as a police siren started up from one of the smaller side
streets. Glancing in her rear view mirror, Tammie saw a squad car turn out onto the road behind her. She
cursed her dumb luck and pulled off to the side of the road, hoping against hope that the cop would pass her
and be on his way to a real crime. She fumbled again with her "Got cookies?" halter top, just managing to get
it over her nipples before the cop, a tall man of moderate build with dark brown hair and five o'clock shadow,
came to stand by her door.
"Having trouble there, miss?" the man said in a rather Bostonian accent.
"No sir, everything is fine now. I-- I just had a pain in my side but it's gone now."
"Well that was some pretty reckless driving. Have you been drinking?" He leaned over to get a whiff of
Tammie's breath. "You don't smell like it, but it can be hard to tell without a proper breathalyser test. I'll have
to take you down to the station for questioning, ma'am."
Tammie knew that if she got a criminal record for driving erratically while her tits were hanging out in plain
view, she'd never hear the end of it from her parents. As long as she was still in high school and living under
their roof, she had little choice but to obey their rules. She WANTED to obey their rules, but things were
getting out of hand today. She couldn't let them get any worse or she'd just die right there on the spot. She
had to get home as quickly as possible, change out of her slutty attire, and get her recently deflowered crotch
cleaned up before her parents got home.
"Please sir," she trembled. "Is there any other way? I-- I can't have this on my record. I'm a good girl, I've
never been in trouble before. I promise it won't ever happen again." She turned her tearful eyes up to the man
as he gazed down upon her barely contained tits.
"There may be other methods, miss, but I'm a law officer and when you break the law you have to answer to
me. Hand over your license and registration, please."
Tammie's heart sank. Her license, of course, was in her purse back at the store. She rummaged through the
glove box for her registration and handed it to the officer. "I seem to have left my license at home, I'm sorry.
I was going back there to get it when I realized my mistake."
"Driving without a license? What's the chance that you're driving without insurance, too? You know, it's a
misdemeanor and punishable by a hefty fine to drive without license or insurance. Most times, anyone without
those has stolen the vehicle. Perhaps I ought to run you in for grand theft auto?"
"Noo!" Tammie wailed. "It is my car, I swear it. Look, my name is there on the registration. Tamara Jenkins.
That's me!"
"Ma'am, I don't want to have to doubt you, but things aren't looking good here. Please step out of the car."
Tammie bit her lower lip nervously, pondering burning rubber and fleeing the scene. But how would THAT
look on her record? Public indecency, reckless driving without a license or insurance, and resisting arrest. She
wouldn't have to crawl into a hole to die, her parents would kill her themselves! Slowly she opened the door
and stepped out onto the pavement. She glanced around and saw only one other person on the street. It was an
elderly man walking out to get his mail. He watched the crime scene intently from his mailbox about thirty
feet away. Tammie realized he would be of little use against the strong, younger cop if she tried to run to him
for protection.
"Feet one foot apart, hands on the hood of the car," the policeman ordered. Tammie reluctantly complied. She
felt his hands begin patting her down at the knees, moving slowly upward to her hips. He gave a little squeeze
on her ass and continued up over her waist and on up her sides to her armpits. Reaching around, he grabbed
her braless breasts through the fabric of her halter top. "Just checking for concealed weapons or drug
paraphernalia," he whispered as she stiffened up. "And I think I do feel something out of the ordinary here..."
The cop spun her around to face him and, with a deft flick of his wrist, popped the black fabric off Tammie's
jiggling breasts. He hummed appreciation as he beheld her large, light pink nipples perfectly capping her
equally perfect and firm mammaries.
"I guess I was wrong about that concealed weapon." He smirked derisively at her discomfort. "Well now, shall
I add indecent exposure to your growing list of crimes or shall we discuss a way to pay off your debt without
any of this going on record?"
Tammie knew what he wanted. While she was disgusted by the thought of having sex so liberally, she had
already been defiled beyond her wildest nightmares today so what was one more? She sat sideways in her seat
and drew her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lovely red curls and a little streak of dried semen and blood
down her thighs. She began to lean back but the cop caught her by the arm and hoisted her from the car.
Slamming her door shut, he dragged her to his squad car, pushing her in through the passenger side front
door. He climbed into the driver's seat and drove off.
"Now listen up, little miss Jenkins. We're going a little ways out of town and you've got two choices. Either
you do exactly as I tell you and nothing goes onto your record, or you refuse me and get slapped with half a
dozen violations. Which will it be?"
Tammie's upper lip trembled as she fought off more tears. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.
"I won't hurt you, but you will do as I say and tell no one of this, or else everyone will hear of your
behavior."
Through choked sobs, Tammie said "I'll do what you ask." Her gaze fell to the floor.
"I thought you might. You can start by leaning over and sliding those luscious pink lips up and down my
nightstick." He pointed to his crotch and she understood. She'd never given a blowjob before, but she'd heard
about them at school. All she knew for sure was to keep her teeth away from the man's penis. She slowly
leaned over his lap and began unzipping his pants. When she could get to his cock, she reached out two
shaking fingers to grasp it and pull it free of his briefs. It was a good inch or so longer than the one that had
raped her pussy earlier, and she didn't think she could ever fit it all in her mouth.
"Please!" she pleaded, looking up into his eyes, hoping to see a crack of sympathy. There was none.
"Suck it down, baby. All the way and don't let a single drop spill out of your mouth. Don't worry, I'm not
going to hurt you, I just need a few small favors. My wife has been avoiding sex lately. I think she's having an
affair."
Tammie leaned down and very slowly parted her lips to admit the head of the man's throbbing cock. She took
in an inch and cringed. It was such an odd feel in her mouth, not to mention the taste. She slid her mouth
down another inch, wanting to gag but too frightened of upsetting the cop to give up. As she helped herself to
a third inch of his cock, she felt one of his hands fall onto her bare breasts and begin fondling her nipples,
which to her amazement tightened up harder than ever before.
"You're not doing a very good job of that, missy. Start sliding your lips and your tongue all up and down my
shaft. Make it shine with your spit, girl!"
She found herself awkwardly thankful for the instructions and began to pick up her pace, sliding down three
to four inches on the cock and then pulling out. She began to grow accustomed to the feel of it pulsing in her
wet hole and found that by licking side to side on the way out, she could bring the man to shudder with
pleasure. The area directly beneath the bulbous head seemed the most sensitive, and she began spending her
attention on this, hoping to drive the man to climax quickly and get the whole ordeal over with.
Meanwhile, the cop's hand left her excited tits and slid between her legs, which she spread wider for his
access. There was no sense in resisting him -- she couldn't very well go trying to get another cop to stop him.
Two stout fingers plunged into her dripping womanhood and began pumping in and out, increasing Tammie's
excitement. And she became more aroused, she started to lose grip on the severity of the situation and started
to slurp the man's cock into her mouth hungrily, covering it with her saliva.
The cop's fingers in her cunt brought her to a panting orgasm within minutes. She temporarily pulled her head
up from his lap as the wave of pleasure rolled over her. She realized she shouldn't have done that when, to her
horror, she looked right up at a young man sitting in the passenger side of a pickup truck driving alongside the
cop car. He was staring right at her practically naked body splayed out over the front seat of the cop car and
sucking the cop off. To make matters worse, she recognized the guy from school! He was on the basketball
team and sat a few desks behind her in art appreciation class. The recognition was clearly mutual. Tammie
buried her face in the cop's lap again, having no other choice and not wanting to show her face like that.
Within a minute the cop exploded cum into Tammie's mouth, reminding her to swallow every drop or she'd
be in serious trouble. She hated the salty, sticky fluid, but forced herself to take it all.
After several minutes, the car came to a stop. Tammie looked around and saw they were next to a small park
on the outskirts of town. There was a new home project under construction across the way, but no one was
there today.
The officer gently pulled Tammie from the car and explained that as long as she did as he asked and never
told anyone, she wouldn't get any record. He then told her to walk all the way across the park and back,
completely naked. She undressed with shaking hands and bolted across the grass. She wasn't going to try to
run through town naked, but she was going to get across the park and back as quickly as possible. The cop
watched her ass wiggle on her way out and salivated as her tits bounced on the way back.
Tammie returned, puffing and flushed from the sudden exertion. "Alright, now just lie back on the grass
sweetheart. That's right, spread your legs and let me see that juicy cunt. Ohh yeah."
Tammie lay on the grass, looking up at the white fluffy clouds in the light blue sky, with her legs spread out.
"Now masturbate for me."
Tammie was almost relieved that the man hadn't jumped on top of her. She began slowly rubbing her clit and
labia with one hand while two fingers of her other hand slipped into her snatch and began pumping in and out.
She shuddered through an orgasm but the cop told her to continue. Her fingers became slick with her juices
and her breathing came in ragged gasps as she reached three more climaxes. The cop finally told her she could
stop, knelt over her prone form, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Within seconds her entire 36C tit
was covered in saliva and he moved to her right, lightly biting her nipple which sent shockwaves through her
sexually charged body. He looked around to be sure they were still alone and then unzipped his pants.
Positioning himself beside Tammie's head, he ordered her to suck him off again. She winced but took his cock
back into her mouth and slid her head back and forth, back and forth until the full length of it shone with her
own saliva. She watched as his balls swayed back and forth with the force of his thrusts meeting her own and
gently reached out a hand to cup them. She rolled them around to get the feel, her first balls, and gave a
gentle squeeze. The cop gasped and suddenly shot another load of very hot and sticky cum into Tammie's
mouth. She once again sucked it all down so as not to displease her blackmailer.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed," he commented as he put his cock back into his pants. "You may get dressed
again, miss Jenkins. If I ever require your services again, I'll find you. Just remember that if you ever tell
anyone about any of this, I've got a very hefty report of your offenses to show the court. They won't look too
favorably on that.
He brought her some tissues to wipe herself with. He said he was going to document her myriad violations but
keep them locked away unless she ratted him out, at which point he would produce evidence that she was just
lashing out against just law by using the age-old rape excuse. After that, he drove her back to her car and
made a scene out of apologizing for a false arrest and saying that he was sorry.
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