My name is Deputy Duffy. I only got this job because my father is the sheriff. I have been working for many years and have had my share of adventures, but I guess I should start at the beginning. After I graduated from high school, were I went to an all boys boarding school, my father sent me to the police academy too follow in his foot steps.
At the young age of 19, I graduated from the police academy near the top of the class. The day I was sworn in, as a Deputy for my dad, was the only day he ever said he was proud of me. My father started me off slowly at first. I would do paper work and work road details, basically learning the ropes. Living and now working for my father was never easy. He had a bad reputation and was a tuff man to get along with. I also knew about his knick name, Strip Search Duffy, for his affection for them and conducting them frequently. This is why my mother left us when I was young and I never saw her again.
Our town is a small one. There is one supermarket, one bar, one gas station and so on. Everyone knows each other so making friends, especially girl friends were nearly impossible and going to an all boys' school really didn't help much either. There was a college on the edge of our town that we were in charge of policing, so I was hoping this would soon change. I was working late one night about six months into my training, when my father called in to tell me he was bringing in a couple of drug suspects. I knew he was working the college detail and knowing my dad, I figured the suspects were probably female ones, so when he showed up with two college cuties in tow, I was none to surprised. He led them into the processing room and slammed the door shut. I began to feel flushed as I began to imagine my father conducting a strip search of the two women.
After about a half and hour my father came out of the room and went across the hall to use the men's room. He also left the processing rooms' door half-open. Curiosity got the best of me so I crept up to take a peek. What I saw I would never forget. The two young woman were standing back to back while their wrists were handcuffed together, but the surprising thing was they were also buck-naked.
There was a blonde, lean and tall, with nice perky breasts. The other girl was a brunette, she was a little on the heavy side, but her Breasts were huge. Both the girls had their heads down, I could only assume they were totally humiliated. I was moving to get a closer look when I heard my father voice behind me.
"Care to join me," he said.
Like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar, I quickly returned to my desk while hearing my father laughing behind me. For the next couple of days my father laughed and teased me every time he saw me, while also sharing the story with my fellow deputies. He was obviously enjoying my embarrassing moment. About a week later he called me into his office for a man to man talk. He said a lot that day but the thing that stuck in my head was when he said. If I was his son, then he couldn't stand to have me running away every time I saw a naked woman
The next day he led me into the processing room, as I entered the room I was surprised to see Ann Davis sitting on the large stainless steal table that was in the center of it. Ann and her drunk of a husband, owned and ran the Crazy Horse, which is the only bar around.
"You know Mrs. Davis?" My father asked.
"Yes," Is all I could mumble as I shook her hand.
"Ann is here to help us out with our little problem. Today I will be showing you how to process a female suspect, from now on we will treat Ann as a suspected drug dealer," my father growled.
He grabbed Ann by the wrists and put them on her head.
"Easy," Ann groaned.
"The first thing you should do is frisk the suspect," my father continued.
With every thing happening quickly, my mind raced. Why would Ann agree to do this? She had to know my father had the hots for her, hell half the town did. Ann was a fox, she had long blonde hair and a killer body, yet her she was submitting to my fathers pat down, (Looking for contraband) as he called it. Ann was dressed in a tight blue skirt and a tight blue sweater that hugged her rather large breasts. She wore high spiked heels that made her about six feet tall. As my father was running his hands over her body, rather roughly, he was asking her rapid-fire questions all of which she seemed none to happy to have to answer. He told me to write her answers down on the clipboard that was hanging on the wall.
Name: Ann Davis Age: 29 Height: 5'7" Weight: 122 Measurements: 36d-24-35
"Your turn," My father barked, having finished giving Ann's body a good going over.
I turned to look at Ann's green eyes now welling up with tears. She was obviously embarrassed. In my blue uniform and with my baby 19 year-old face, I had to look more like a Boy Scout does than a Deputy does. I moved slowly, my face flushed, not really believing this was happening. I followed my fathers instructions that he was barking, I started running my hands over her blue skirt up over her back than down her front just lightly brushing her breasts down to the front or her skirt. I thought I did a good job but my father just looked at me and laughed.
"Son you weren't paying attention," he huffed.
"When searching a busty suspect like her you have to take your time and do a thorough search, she can hide a lot of contraband there," he said this while fondling Ann's breasts over her sweater. He stopped and shoved her into me and I went next trying to do a better job this time, I was trying to act professional but I had to admit I loved having Ann's soft breasts in my hands. I noticed Ann squirming under my touch but she remained surprisingly silent.
"Son when a suspect is wearing heavy clothing you might have to make some adjustments. Now unbutton her sweater," my dad barked. By the tone in his voice I knew he was serious, so I started to fumble with Anne's buttons. She had a worried look on her face but did not protest. There were only a couple of buttons so soon the sweater fell open exposing her small blue bra, her breasts, almost spilling out of their cups. I again searched her per my father request, running my hand over the bra and checking under the straps. He had me lift each breast out of their cup and inspect each one. I had to admit the feeling was almost overwhelming. She had soft full breasts with large shiny areolas and nice brown nipples. Ann squirmed even more under my touch as I massaged her now naked breasts. My father whispered something in her ear and she seemed to calm down a bit. I was a little disappointed when my father told me to stop, however that quickly faded when he announced that her lower-half search would be next.
He helped me pull up her tight skirt, which revealed her small blue silk panties. I roamed my hands over them patting them down looking for contraband.
