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.
Sub-inspector Sameera Reddy was in one of the cells, interrogating a male suspect. Naked as the rest of them, her globules rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was leaning against the table, her buxom ass jutting outwards as if inviting a hard dick. The suspect seemed unflustered. Save for his erection, Miss Reddy was having no effect on breaking him down.
Bipasha and Shilpa entered the interrogation cell.
"Who is this scum?" Bipasha demanded.
Sweat dripped down the valley of Sameera's breasts as she answered, "Milind Soman. He tried to grab a lady on the bus this morning. When I tried to let him off with a warning, he grabbed my ass."
Bipasha felt herself flush as she stole a glance of his dick. Her lips parted slightly. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. She stifled a moan. This was a beautiful man with classic Greek God looks, finely chiselled chest, and an ass so tight that it set the standard for all asses to be compared with. Tall, dark, and very handsome, this man was the stuff women labelled Mr. Right. His cock seemed painfully erect, almost to his belly button, the pre-cum dripping down his shaved balls.
"What do you plan doing with him?" Miss Basu questioned.
"I have been asked to hold him here for a while. Commissioner Madam is busy interrogating two suspects in the adjacent cell. She says she will deal with this slime-ball herself."
Bipasha involuntarily stiffened, the way all subordinates stiffen at the mention of their superior officers. She had not expected to find Mrs. Malini in her station. Mrs. Malini was her idol. She had gotten through the academy hoping she would one day be like the woman she admired.
At 60, Mrs. Malini could have been DGP if she desired. She chose to remain a commissioner because she was not cut out for a desk-job. She wanted to be where the action was -- out in the streets of Mumbai nabbing criminals. This was her last year in the force, retiring at the end of next month.
ACP Basu walked into the second interrogation room. She froze. Mrs. Malini was completely naked, standing by the water cooler. She had on her duty cap, her belt, and her shoes. That is all. Her hair was tied up in a smart bun. She brandished her duty stick in her right arm. Her service revolver lay on the table.
Mrs. Malini had the body of a 35 year old woman. Heck Bipasha was 30 and she would love to have that body five years on. Mrs. Malini's body was firm, a result of two hours spent each day in the gym. Her arms were taut, smooth, her legs long and healthy. Those thighs were gorgeously muscular. Her stomach was still flat. Her fair skin had a shade of pink. Her ass was tight, still held up like a 20 year old girl's.
But her most prominent feature was her rack. Hema was a very big breasted woman, at least a 38 dd. They sagged a little. Her nipples were huge, almost covering half her breast. Black on the white background, her nipples stood out. Bipasha's eyes trailed down to the thatch between her legs. She had not bothered to shave. Her vagina was covered in very dense hair.
