Cathy had a hard time telling exactly just how much time had passed since she was placed in that dingy, cold and sterile cell. It could have been half an hour, it could've been half a day. She had no means of determining anything, which in hindsight was sort of the point of jail. She had no phone; it had been confiscated during the search; she had no watch either; she wasn't wearing one.
In fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all when she was arrested by the cops on that roadside, save for the heels she had on, the oil on her bare skin and the handcuffs they kept her in till now - likely to humiliate her further.
In all likelihood, she was probably called on by a bystander who spotted her. Imagine the public's surprise at the sight of a curvaceous 42-year-old lady wandering about naked on the street, her skin glistening in the oil she covered herself in. The oil itself made her naked state indefensible and it wasn't as if she could claim she was attacked. Oh no, this lady was for all intents and purposes a definite pervert, and the police were about to make full use of the situation.
The cops who caught up to her weren't buying her babbling excuses for one second and slapped handcuffs on the poor girl, her gleaming nakedness for all to see as she was pushed into the backseat, staining the leather with her oily skin. One thing was for sure, though: the station had one hell of a night when the naked Cathy graced the nearly derelict building, adding much needed excitement to what had been a slow weekday night.
"We got an exhibitionist! Lady Godiva!" yelled the officer as he paraded her through the holding bay as the rest of them applauded and whistled. Cathy didn't know what was so funny about the Lady Godiva joke he kept repeating since he arrested her, even calling her that on the radio while on the drive there. At least Godiva had her hair to cover herself with, while poor Cathy had to contend with her bob haircut that did little to cover anything beyond the nape of her neck.
It only dawned on her just how awful her situation was as they hauled her into the charge office by her arms held behind her back; both officers and detainees fixating their gazes upon every inch of her naked glistening body; the harsh lights above highlighting every inch of raw flesh as her slightly sagging breasts bounced about in her futile attempt to resist being dragged ever forward. Cathy was utterly vulnerable and ashamed as she felt the lustful gazes of the male detainees in the cell, some of them howling and whistling like wolves.
"Knock it off! Keep it in your pants, horndogs, you better shoot off anything in there or I'm gonna make you drink it up!" yelled the officer beside her at the detainees as he pulled her toward the desk.
"Put her in here officer, she can drink mine up!" yelled the detainee as Cathy's face grew red from sheer embarrassment.
"Behind the red line at all times, Dolly Parton!" mocked the officer as she slowly inched toward the frayed red tape on the cold hard tiles. It wasn't that her ankles were cuffed or restrained physically at all; the poor girl was just too embarrassed to open her stride any wider, pathetically attempting to safeguard the last bastion of her modesty that was her dripping wet pussy.
It was made worse by the fact that all eyes were on her, especially the judging glare of the female charging officer at the desk. Her face betrayed a mixture of disgust and jealousy as Cathy could feel her scanning every inch of her lewd body. She didn't even have the option to cover her bits with her hands - they kept the cuffs on her wrists since they brought her in, and they made damned sure to restrain her hands behind her back to further expose her for all to see.
"I don't suppose you got any sort of ID on you, huh?" asked the female officer sarcastically. "You just gotta stand there and answer my questions then."
After what seemed more like a round of jeopardy than a questioning, Cathy could hardly remain standing any longer from the overwhelming embarrassment. How much was one lady supposed to take? She felt light-headed and dizzy from standing there butt-naked in her heels, her body still dripping with a mixture of sweat and oil everywhere she stood.
"Cal-state, huh? You're a long way from home," said the female officer snarkly. "You're gonna have a hard time getting bail or a lawyer on hand, so you better think about anyone you can call in the next hour or however long we're gonna hold you. Hope you don't get too cold."
"Can't you give me something to wear? A raincoat at least?!" pleaded Cathy as she was escorted through the door.
"Lady, with tits that big you're lucky if we can find a tent big enough for each of them. Now shut up! You have the right to remain silent, and undressed!" said the male officer with a cheeky chuckle.
After putting her through a breath test and a very humiliating mugshot session, came the "strip" search - as far as it can be considered one at this point - where she was inspected by another female officer who liked her no better than the last. She was made to step out of her heels - the only thing she had worn to barely protect the soles of her feet - and was now fully nude. It was a strip search, after all.
"What were they planning on finding? It's not as if I have any pockets..." she thought to herself, being too scared and ashamed to say anything as she stood there while the lady cop checked under her sizable breasts for any hidden objects in continuing their ritual of humiliation.
"Bend over!" commanded the female officer as she pulled out her flashlight from her belt. Cathy had little choice but to obey the order, rendering herself totally at their mercy as she bent over as best she could with her arms still cuffed behind, totally exposing her pussy to her violators.
"Any STDs? Chlamydia, HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea?" barked the lady officer as the male one behind giggled.
"I'm clean..." answered Cathy disdainfully at the insulting question.
"You sure about that or you just can't remember what you got anymore? Walking around ass-naked in oil like a slut free-for-all? Maybe I should've asked you what you don't have," joked the female cop mockingly as Cathy bit her lower lip, on the verge of tears at the humiliation. She felt the warmth of the light from the officer's torch as they inspected her cleanly-shaven pussy - outside and inside.
"Goddamn (She's bald down here...) I gotta say I admire the landscaping, lady. Enjoying the breeze huh, Godiva? Look at that, you can drive a semi through, hahaha!" the officer joked to her colleague back there taking in the view, as she told Cathy to stand back upright.
"Did she have anything on her when you brought her in? Besides johnson & johnson?" asked the female cop to the male one. "Just an old phone. It's some nokia, probably a burner. Got a few texts on it while we drove her in," answered the male cop.
"Burner phone? Oooooh now you're getting really interesting, lady. Take her to the holding cell, and don't try anything Romeo, we got cameras all over the place," directed the female cop.
