This is the story of Patty and her Adventures in the city. Be sure to check out the profile to read the foreword to her story, and a link to image albums of the outfits used during appointments kept.
The officers walked to her one each side. Sarge said, "You are a beautiful woman, what are you doing out in the streets?"
Patty quipped "Gotta eat somehow!"
Sarge said, "Come with us, I have something to show You."
Back at the car, the younger officer reached into the floorboard grabbing a very lacy peach color half slip and handed it to ol' Sarge. Letting it fall open, he examined it for a minute without saying a word.
The pretty slip was cum stained and dirty. Part of it's lavish lace was torn away from it's silky body and it was still damp from who knows what.
Ol' Sarge spoke up, "I believe this is yours. We found this up at the corner in a puddle of water by a storm drain. Watched the slip blow out it of the alley, into the street. Cars and trucks ran over it until it was in the intersection."
Patti looked at the tattered slip, then up the street. It was one of her favorites until a client trashed it as he fucked her. He was a real all-around asshole and particularly rough on the pretty slip, tugging and pulling on it hard. He jerked her lace repeatedly until he ripped it, as he soaked her silky body with cum. Patty left the ravaged slip in the alley, and now the once gorgeous slip was stained with more than cum.
Ol' Sarge said, "You came out of that alley, not long before. Look at me, here's the deal as he tossed the slip on the hood of the car. I can haul your ass in on a variety of charges, including littering pointing at it. Or we can make a agreement."
Patty looked at him with a frown and said, agreement? He said, "yes" and told her to turn around. His partner opened the back door of the patrol car and Sarge tossed the slip in the floorboard.
Patty said, "Am I under arrest?"
Sarge told her, "Only if You want to be" as he cuffed her.
His partner helped her into the back of the car, her heels trampling the once exquisite slip in the floorboard beneath them.
Her dress rode up exposing the silky pedal pink body of the slip she was wearing and it's lavish white scalloped lace. They smiled at each other as he closed the door.
Up the street toward the station they went and when they were close, Sarge asked, "Shall we turn in or do you want to listen?"
Patty answered, "Ok, I'll listen." and they went past the station. Down to the waterfront, they went onto a closed pier and pulled around between a building and the harbor.
Looking straight ahead, Sarge spoke up, "We know what You have been doing little street whore." He opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car. Lighting a cigarette he stood by the back door of the car for a moment then opened it.
Reaching into the car with a scowl on his face, he unlocked the cuffs, then surprisingly gently helped her out of the car. Officer Young came around the front of the car. Her dress fell back into place covering most of her slip's pretty lace as she rubbed her wrists. Sarge reached back into the car and grabbed the trampled peach slip. Holding it up in the streetlight he looked at the abused slip, dirty and stained then wadded it up in his large strong hands and played with it as he talked.
"Listen up, my little slut. You parade through that slum like a uptown girl dressed in your lace and frill only to end up with scraps when all is said and done." Sarge said.
He threw the slip at her, which hit her in the chest, then floated to the ground at her feet. "Pick it up," Sarge growled, "I said, Pick it up!"
She reached down and picked the slip from the ground holding it at her side. Sarge growled, "Now look at it! Hold it up to the light and look at it!"
Patty complied and held what was once a favorite slip up examining it as Sarge talked. "Patty, my cute streetwalker, you keep on walking that path and you'll end up like that slip, once gorgeous but now stained, dirty and torn. You are far too beautiful a woman to end up as that slip has. What do you even get out of doing this?"
Sarge grabbed the slip by it's lace and snatched it from her hands, ripping the lace some more as he did. She twitched and looked down as he tossed it over her shoulder. The ruined slip landed on the rim of a trash can, most of it on the outside of the can with it's battered lace splayed over the rusty metal.
Grabbing her arm, he spun her around facing the slip on the can. "Look at it now," He said, "That slip was your future. Used up, and in the trash."
Officer Young leaned against the back of the car as Sarge continued, "Your ass belongs to me, now. We have enough on you to put you away for a very long time in a real place, not that little lockup at the station. Would you like to see?"
As if on que, Officer Young walked a couple of steps toward them and took out a smartphone. Thumbing the phone to the video, he started it.
Patty saw herself walking up the street just outside her dump in a sundress. The outline of a very lacy half slip framing her primo ass was visible through the dress.
The guys all turned to look as she passed. Making it to a bus stop, she sat on the bench by a old man with a little slip lace peeking from her skirt and they started chatting.
Officer Young fast-forwarded the video and saying "Here comes my favorite part" resuming play as a city bus pulled up. As it stopped a breeze caught her skirt exposing more of her lace. The old guy boarded the bus and off it went, blowing her dress up some more. Patty just sat there with her lace and some of the shiny nylon body of her slip exposed.
