Assistant Commissioner of Police Bipasha Basu thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she read the Commissioner's memo. Surely, there had been a mistake. She placed a call to confirm.
Commissioner Hema Malini was on the line, "Hello!"
"Good morning, mam!" Basu blurted, "I just called to cross-check memo no. F1RTY4136..." her voice trailed off.
Mrs. Malini was gruff, "Miss Basu, I will not have my subordinates doubt my memos. Either you carry out those instructions or you find yourself another job!"
The line went dead.
Bipasha held the receiver a long time in her hand before placing it back. It was surreal. She re-read the memo, hoping she had read it wrongly earlier. She hadn't.
Miss Basu was the head of the all women's police station in South Mumbai. The station housed its fair share of scum in its lock-up -- pick-pockets, thieves, fraudsters, brawlers, small-time goons -- all awaiting their arraignment. She sometimes laughed at the irony of her situation. Technically, the station was only meant to deal with women criminals. But with all the other stations in the area over-loaded, there were a few men in the cells too. It was almost as if the men had started committing petty crimes just so they could get to spend a night or two behind bars.
And that made the contents of the memo even more surprising. Apparently, Mrs. Malini had decided, in the spirit of the season, to celebrate National Nude Day in all her stations. All that the cops were allowed to wear on the day were their belts, holsters, shoes, and caps. Even the cell-mates were asked to join in the celebrations.
With Nude Day a week away, she could sense the rate of small crime doubling overnight.
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Miss Basu was awe-struck when she drove to work on D-day. All of Mumbai was naked. The streets were filled with people, all in their birthday suits. She had caught the morning news urging people to join in the festivities but never thought people would shed all their conservatism and take the plunge. Even after years of living in this city, it never failed to surprise her.
As she entered the station, she fought off an urge to laugh. Posted at the entrance, were two fat dark-skinned sentries as usual. But they were naked. Their bellies protruded in an almost vulgar fashion, as they kept a straight face through their bushy moustaches. She could not make out if their penises were visible through all those layers of fat. Her hand almost reached out between one sentry's legs but she stopped herself in time. This was no way to behave with your subordinates, she reprimanded herself.
All eyes were on the 5 feet 8 inches voluptuous Bipasha the moment she entered the building. Her dusky skin glowed with the flush of attention. Her 36 C tits stood up even more, the brown nipples hard as stones. Her bubble butt sashayed rhythmically, the movement exaggerated by the gun slung over her slim waist. The pink of her clitoris peeked through her labia, glistening with the wetness between her thighs. In an instant, all male members had sprung up in salute to honour the curves on this woman.
Inspector Shilpa Shetty was leaning over the desk when Bipasha walked into her office. Shilpa was a tall woman in her early thirties, with possibly the best figure in the police force. She had lips so luscious that Bipasha had fantasised kissing them many a time. Shilpa's belt wrapped around her waist like the sexiest cummerbund; her gun slung by the left. Her round ass called out for a nice hard spanking. Bipasha knew this bitch well enough to know that she had probably planned on this.
"Good morning, Inspector!" Bipasha greeted.
Miss Shetty snapped into attention in the presence of her superior officer and greeted her with a salute. Damn, those perky breasts almost did a split as her chest stiffened. Those beauties were a handful, and Bipasha was sometimes jealous of all those men whose hands had held them.
"As is," Bipasha said, "Report."
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Except, we have too many men to contend with today."
Shilpa flashed a smile of those pearly whites. Bipasha's eyes involuntarily moved down to her pubis -- was it her imagination or did she see her clit throb?
"Let's go down to the cells and take a look."
As the two women walked down to the cellar, every officer saluted their superiors. Male cops were usually not allowed down here. There had been instances of female prisoners' harassment. Today every second cop was a male, and they were all saluting with their hands and penises.
Shilpa answered anticipating the question, "It was necessary. There are too many men in our lock-up today. We had to get our male colleagues to help us out."
Help out? She was kidding, right? In this state, they were the ones needing all the help. In all her years as a cop, Bipasha had never come across a single man who could help anyone out with a raging hard-on. Still it was better to have male criminals locked up by male cops, even if they were erect.
