The Bad Cop

The phone ringing next to my bed jolted me out of a sound sleep. I looked groggily at the clock on my nightstand. 6:23 am.

"Hello," I muttered into the phone.

"Hello, Laurie. It's been awhile."

It took me a couple of seconds to connect the familiar voice with the face but when I finally did I bolted upright in my bed.

"Megan?"

"You remember me," she laughed. "I thought you might."

I remembered her alright. Being forced by her to streak naked in front of 45,000 people at a Seattle Mariners game wasn't something that was going to slip from my memory anytime soon. Summer had turned to fall and I'd begun to have the faint hope that this dirty cop and her friends had decided to leave me alone. Obviously not. This was the phone call that I'd been dreading for the past two months.

"What do you want, Megan? Are the Seahawks playing today or something?" I was only being half-sarcastic; I have to admit that the beginning of the Seahawks' season had made me more than a little nervous.

"No, nothing like that," she laughed. "Not today anyway. But I do have something fun planned for this morning though."

My stomach churned as I began to imagine what her idea of "something fun" might mean. Whatever it was I was pretty sure that it didn't include me wearing any clothes. "I have to work today," I told her halfheartedly knowing it wouldn't do any good.

"Call in sick," she said. "Do you know where Mistmoore Park is?"

"Yeah." It was a small park near where I grew up.

"Good. Meet me in the parking lot there by 8 o'clock. And don't be late."

The line clicked dead and I sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes allowing different emotions to wash over me: fear, anger, nervous anticipation, and, yes, arousal. Whatever Megan had planned for me today was going to be humiliating. I also knew that, whatever it was, I was going to do it.

I reluctantly got to my feet and headed for the shower.

MISTMOORE PARK

I arrived at the parking lot a few minutes early and saw no sign of Megan yet. I got out of the car and walked around a bit, checking things out. I was relieved to see no one was around at the moment. Mistmoore was a small neighborhood park and its only amenities were a few picnic tables and barbecue grills. This was a good place to eat lunch or lie in the sun reading a book but the cool fall air and early morning hour weren't conducive to either right now. If this was where Megan wanted me to get naked it was definitely a different atmosphere than the packed Mariners game.

I leaned back against my car and took several deep breaths to calm my nerves. The silence was broken by the crunching of car tires on gravel and I turned to see Megan's familiar black SUV pull into the lot. Any momentary calmness I'd just gained was gone. I cursed myself inwardly again for about the thousandth time for allowing myself to fall under the control of this perverted bitch. The car's front doors opened on each side and I saw that she wasn't alone. Megan stepped out wearing a light sweatshirt, a pair of jeans, and a big smile on her face.

"Hello, Laurie!" she said brightly. "It's good to see you again." I didn't respond and eyed the man coming around the front of the SUV toward me. "You remember Dave don't you?" she asked. I nodded. He'd been the other cop with Megan on the night I was originally pulled over for drunk driving and had also been with her at the Mariners game. I was pretty sure he was Megan's boyfriend, which made getting me naked in front of him seem kind of weird.

"Hey Laurie," Dave said. "How've you been since the last time we saw you?"

"I've been better," I mumbled, and that was the truth. To say that my life had been nerve-wracking in the aftermath of the Mariner's game would be an understatement. Afterwards I'd been mortified by what I'd done and terrified that someone I knew might have seen me. Even worse I was afraid that my family might find out about it and I'd have to explain it to them without mentioning Megan, who had threatened me with all kinds of things if I ever told anyone about her.

The morning after my nude run I'd picked up both daily Seattle papers and nervously scanned the articles about the game. They each devoted a snarky paragraph to the female streaker who had interrupted the game in the seventh inning but I was relieved to see no mention of my name. After that I got on the internet and checked out a popular Mariners fan forum and found a long thread devoted to my streak. I was in full blush as I read play-by-play descriptions of it as well as lots of comments about my body, most of them good ones thankfully. Apparently Bret Boone had hit the game winning homerun off of Pedro Martinez right after my naked run so there were lots of jokes about the "Rally Streaker" and how the Mariners should hire me as the team mascot. One of the guys there posted a link to pictures of me that were already floating around the internet and I was relieved to see that they were taken from fairly high up in the stands and didn't show my face very well. I knew there had to be better pictures out there though.

I was a bundle of nerves my first day back at work thinking that my co-workers might have either seen me nude or had heard about the streak, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Neither did anyone in my family. After a week or two I began to relax a little although there was always an undercurrent of nervousness knowing that more nude photos of me could show up on the internet and that Megan could force me to do something like that again at anytime. And it looked like that time was now.

"Well," Megan said, "now that we've got the teary reunion out of the way what do you say we get started? Laurie, give your car keys to Dave."

"Why?" I asked and immediately wished that I hadn't.

"Because I told you to. The next time you question one of my orders you're going to regret it. Now give him the damn keys."

I pulled them out of my pocket and handed them to Dave who had something of a sympathetic look on his face. I'll bet he's been on the receiving end of Megan's temper a few times himself, I thought. He walked over and opened the trunk.

"Any guesses as to what's going into the trunk, Laurie?" Megan asked. Her mood had suddenly brightened again.

"My clothes?"

"Ding! Correct answer! You've caught on quickly to the theme of our little game. Now go ahead and lose them."

I reluctantly began unbuttoning my shirt and, even though I'd known this was coming, I still felt a sense of unreality about the whole situation. The worst part was not knowing what she had planned for me. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be just a naked run around a deserted park.

I pulled my shirt off and placed it into the trunk and began unbuttoning my pants. I'd been smart enough to wear old clothes that I wouldn't mind losing since I had no idea when or if I'd see them again. That still didn't make being separated from them in a public place any easier.

"The shoes too, Laurie. It all comes off." My shoes and socks went into the trunk and then my pants. I took a quick look around the park before unhooking my bra and slipping it off my breasts. I then slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them and placed the last of my clothing into the trunk. Dave slammed the trunk shut and did a once over of my nude body. I instinctively began to cover up but a sharp look from Megan was all it took to convince me to drop my arms to my sides. The chill in the fall air raised goose bumps on my bare skin and my nipples were already hard, although I'm not sure that was entirely from the cool air. Megan reached into her car and pulled out a video camera.

"Looking good, girl," she said. "I like you at this weight. Make sure you don't gain or lose more than a pound or two." I took this as a warning and bit my lip bitterly. "I also see you've shaved since the last time," she grinned looking down at the narrow strip of pubic hair between my legs. "New boyfriend or did you just want to look good for your next public appearance?" I hated to admit it to her but the thought of appearing nude in public again had made me more conscious of things like keeping trimmed and shaved.

Megan focused the video camera on me and filmed for about 30 seconds before ordering me to turn around. After several minutes of videoing me from various angles she placed the camera back into her car and spoke to Dave.

"We're in a hurry so you'd better get going," she told him. Dave nodded and jumped into my car, starting the engine.

"I'll see you in a few," he said to Megan and then shot me a crooked grin. "You too, Laurie." I watched helplessly as he drove my car out of the parking lot with my clothes locked in the trunk. If I wasn't completely at the mercy of this crazy bitch before I was now.

"Where's he going with my car, Megan?"

"Well that's kind of a secret right now but you'll find out soon enough. We need to have a little talk first, though." She opened up the rear door of her car. "Hop in."

I crawled into the rear of the SUV and shut the door as Megan slid in on the other side next to me. She reached up and pressed the Play button on the DVD player hanging from the ceiling. "I want you to take a quick look at this before we get started." On the screen I saw what appeared to be a television broadcast of a major league baseball game and realized immediately that it was the Red Sox-Mariners game that I'd streaked. I knew that the producers of the local broadcast had cut away from the field so that none of my streak had gone out on live TV so I was shocked to see myself running quite naked across the field with security and the cops in chase. This was no amateur video either -- this was broadcast quality.

"Where in the hell did you get this?" I asked.

"Oh, I know a guy who works on Mariners broadcasts. Unfortunately your naked romp didn't go out live but that doesn't mean that some of the game cameras weren't still taping you. Someone edited this together and it's become quite the hot property among techies at the TV station. It's pretty good isn't it?" I hated the idea of this being passed around among strangers. I watched as the camera zoomed in close as I was being led by the cops naked and handcuffed through the outfield and was horrified to see that my orgasm had been caught in all its glory - and in living color.

"Oh God, I can't believe people are watching this! You've got to make them destroy it!"

"Why in the world would I want to do that? This is must-see TV." She turned back to the nude image of me on the screen. "Now that's what I call a wardrobe malfunction," she laughed.

"No, it's terrible. You've got to DO something," I pleaded.

"Well, I've got a few ideas about what do with it but destroying it isn't one of them. I was thinking more along the lines of sharing it with the world. I know a couple of websites where this would be VERY popular."

"No, please, you can't!" I blubbered, near tears now. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it's fun," she said. "Because you secretly love this as much as I do but just won't admit it to yourself. You might be able to convince me to hold off posting it for now though."

"How?"

"Well if you do good today I might keep it under wraps."

"I'm going to do whatever you tell me to do. What choice do I have?"

"Well, that's true, but you're going to be under time constraints today. You not only need to do what I tell you but you need to complete your task on time. If you can do that I'll consider holding off posting this on the internet for now. I won't e-mail it to your mom either."

"What?! You're thinking about sending this to my mom? Why would you do that?"

"She's probably going to find out about your new hobby eventually anyway so maybe it's a good idea to get it over with now."

"But what in the hell would I tell her?"

"The truth, of course. You're so proud of losing all the weight that you just love showing off your new body to everyone and have become an exhibitionist."

"I can't tell her that. She'll think I've lost my mind."

"Tell her whatever you want then. You just can't tell her anything about me or the real reason you're doing this. Ever." Megan gave me another one of her "don't screw with me" looks.

I was mortified by the thought of my mom seeing this video. I knew girls who had open relationships with their mom where they could talk about sex or anything else, but I wasn't one of them. I'd had a hard enough time with her disapproval of me living with Mark so I couldn't imagine trying to talk to her about this, especially since I couldn't tell her the truth.

"No, please. I'll do whatever you tell me today."

"Okay, hon. That's what I like to hear. I just thought you might need a little extra motivation when you find out what you have to do today. Hop out of the car and we'll get started."

I was a little surprised by this since I thought she planned on driving me somewhere, but I reluctantly opened the door and got out. Another quick glance around the park revealed that it was still empty. Megan slid out of the backseat and walked around the front of the car. After getting into the driver's seat she shut the door behind her and I heard the door locks click shut electronically, leaving me locked out. The driver's side window rolled down and Megan poked her head out.

"I'm afraid I couldn't find as large an audience for you today as the last time but maybe we can make up for it with a longer exposure. The goal today will be for you to retrieve your car keys so you can drive home. Do you know where East Park High School is?"

I gulped when I heard the name and nodded slowly. "That's where I went to high school."

"I know," she laughed. "So you shouldn't have any trouble finding it. You'll find your car in the parking lot there."

I think my jaw hit the ground. That was at least a mile away through a residential area. Maybe more. "Y-you mean I have to walk there to get it?"

"Walk, run, hop, skip...whatever. You just have to do it naked. You're not allowed to accept clothing from anyone. Or a ride to the school either for that matter."

"So my keys will be in the car?"

"Well, that's where things get really interesting. Your keys won't be there."

"Where will they be?" I asked, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.

"They'll be inside the school."

THE LONG WALK

I stood in the silent park for a minute or so after Megan drove off feeling very naked, vulnerable and alone. The sun was still low in the sky and the park lay mostly in shadows with only a few patches of daylight breaking through. The silence was broken only by the chirping of the park's songbirds. It might have been a relaxing atmosphere under other circumstances, but not today. Still, I'd rather stay naked all day in this little park than do what Megan had planned for me. I understood now why she felt I might need extra motivation to complete my task. I didn't think it was possible but she had come up with something even more potentially humiliating than streaking a major league baseball game.

I shivered slightly from the chill air and crossed my arms across my body just below my breasts for warmth, being careful not to cover them in case Megan had someone spying on me. I began walking slowly out of the parking lot onto the park grass and the damp morning dew on my bare feet sent another shiver through my body. As I walked across the park I recalled the awful instructions Megan had given me for finding my keys in the school and wondered if I could possibly go through with it when the time came. I decided to put that part of the task out of my mind for now and just concentrate on getting to the school.

I was very familiar with this area so I knew that if I could get to a bike path along the river a few blocks south of here it would provide me with relative shelter from surrounding houses and streets. I might run into the occasional biker or jogger but that still sounded better than walking naked right through the middle of a residential area.

Unfortunately I didn't have unlimited time to complete this though, so I didn't know if I could afford to take such a roundabout route. I had to retrieve my keys by 10:00 a.m. or they'd be removed from where they were hidden in the school and I'd be stuck miles from my apartment without clothes or a car. I wouldn't even have my apartment key which was on the same key ring. If that wasn't bad enough, Megan would then post that awful video on the internet and send a copy to my Mom in an anonymous e-mail. That gave me only about 90 minutes to do this and I figured it would take me about a 30-minute walk at a steady pace just to get to the school. I had to leave myself as much time as possible for finding the keys and taking a detour to the bike path would add another 20 minutes at least. I didn't have time. I had no choice but to walk naked right through the middle of a residential area to get to the school.

After reaching the edge of the park I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave the relative shelter of the trees. After looking both ways I reluctantly crossed the road to the sidewalk on the other side and then made a left turn at the corner onto the street that led toward the school. Ahead of me was block after block of suburban homes.

The air was considerably warmer now that I was out from the shade of the park and in the sun but it also made me feel a lot more exposed. Anyone who happened to look out of their windows right now would see me. Being nude in such a public place sharpened my focus intensely and I became acutely aware of my surroundings and the feelings in my body: the slight bounce of my breasts with each step; the feel of the sun and breeze on my bare skin; the rough scrape of the sidewalk beneath my feet. I knew from my previous experience that I'd be in a heightened state of arousal until this was over. Whatever negative emotions that being forced into public nudity brought on I also knew it was a tremendous turn-on for me as well. Nothing had ever given me these intense feelings before, not even having sex. Maybe Megan was right about me. Maybe I did subconsciously want to be forced into doing this.

I was in a middle-class neighborhood so most of the people living here had already left for work by now and the kids were in school. That was some small comfort anyway; at least until I realized that the older kids would be in the very school I was heading for! I made it through the first block without being seen and had just crossed the street onto the next block when I heard a car in the distance behind me. I darted into the front yard of the closest house and crouched down behind a row of bushes until the car passed. I was about to come out again when I heard voices ahead of me. I peeked out and saw a guy talking to his wife as he walked to a truck parked in the driveway. They continued talking for a minute or so before the guy got into his truck and pulled out. After he drove off the woman picked up the morning paper and scanned through it as she stood in the front yard. "C'mon," I said under my breath. "Go back inside." She dallied for another couple of minutes before wandering over to check the mailbox and finally walking back into the house. I was about to come out of hiding when the sound of another car coming down the street kept me laying low.

This isn't going to work, I thought. If I hide every time I see someone I'll never make it in time. I had to keep moving and face the fact that people were going to see me. I wondered if Megan and Dave were watching me from somewhere. I was actually hoping that they were because I didn't like the thought of being out here on my own if someone tried to bother me.

As soon as the car passed out of sight I emerged from my hiding place and began setting a brisk pace trying to make up for lost time. The cool breeze felt like a thousand fingers caressing my bare skin and my arousal continued to grow. I was just hoping now it wouldn't go over the edge into orgasm like it had at the game, at least not while people were around. I was tempted to hide somewhere and bring myself off in order to relieve some of the pressure but I was afraid of losing any more time. I looked around and didn't see any cars or people and if there was anyone peeking out of their windows I couldn't see them. Did I dare do it out here in the open as I walked? Masturbating outside in the middle of a suburban neighborhood was something that would've been inconceivable to me just a couple of months ago, but my life had taken such a surreal turn since meeting Megan that I was actually considering it. I slipped my hand down into the dampness between my legs and felt my body shutter. I quickly removed it and looked around nervously. Whew. I'm close.