It had been a very busy Friday night in the bar. My feet were killing me and it was just my luck that I was one of the waitresses on clean up duty that night, along with Sasha. I hated it when it was my turn on clean-up duty. All the other girls would go home while we were left to clean the glasses, wipe down the tables, clean the floor and the toilets and get everything ready for the next day.
I had just finished wiping the last table when two men came into the bar. I looked up towards them.
"I'm sorry but we're closed." I said.
They didn't stop but came all the way in and closed the door.
"I said we're closed. It's after midnight You're more than welcome to come back tomorrow, happy hour is 6 till 7." I tried to say with authority.
I was starting to get nervous and breathed a massive sigh of relief when Sasha appeared along with the owner, Mark.
"It's OK Emma, these are policemen. I asked them to be here." Mark said.
I looked at him with a frown on my face. Why would we need the police? Nothing had gone wrong that night.
Mark continued. "I have been checking the takings, and we are frequently short of money in the till. I checked how the losses correlated with who was working, and it seems that any time either you or Sasha are working there is money missing."
I couldn't believe it. How dare he suggest such a thing. I was always very careful to get the money right and made sure that all the tips went into the jar to be shared out equally among the girls at the end of the night.
The taller of the two policemen was around 6 foot tall, quite thin and had very short dark hair. He looked like he should be in the military. He turned around and slid both door bolts across. The other policeman was shorter, maybe 5 feet 8 inches tall, but much broader, as if he worked out in the gym at least once a day. He walked over and took a long look at me.
"I'm Police Constable Harris." he said. He flipped open his notebook and then looked me up and down.
"Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, slim and tall. You must be Emma?"
"Yes," I said, "and I totally refute any suggestion that I have been stealing from here!" I stared angrily at Mark.
"That is up to us to decide I think".
He walked slowly around me, continually looking me up and down. The waitress uniform was designed to attract the young male punter that Mark wanted in his bar. Above the obligatory black high heeled shoes was a long black skirt with a split that ran almost to the top. The split finished just at the point where the lace topped black stockings finished, showing tantalising glimpses of stocking top as you walked, something the men loved. If they were really lucky they would get a good view of the garter belt as well. On top there was a nice white blouse, with three quarter length sleeves that ended half way down the forearm. It buttoned up the front and generally the more buttons you were willing to undo the better the tips would be. It was like voyeuristic prostitution. Usually I opted for black satin panties and a white lacy bra as underwear, partly for comfort and partly because if the guys did get to see them it was a good option in terms of tips.
Sahsa was dressed in virtually the same way, just with subtle differences. She had the most beautiful dark silky hair which cascaded over her shoulders and half way down her back. My blonde curls only reached down to my shoulders. Her blouse was stretched by her 38D chest, something that helped her get much more attention than I did with my 36C breasts. I always had to show much more cleavage if I was to get the same reaction. She was quite a bit shorter than me and really fitted the picture of a buxom wench.
PC Harris walked over to Sasha and repeated his visual examination. I could see she was uncomfortable as his eyes roamed over her body.
"This is ridiculous." Sasha cried. "You must have made a mistake."
"I think you are the one who has made the mistake, but I shouldn't pre-judge you. You'll have your chance to prove your innocence."
Both policemen laughed as PC Harris finished his sentence.
"Assuming these girls have any innocence left." Mark joked.
My face went red with rage as I stared at Mark in anger. How dare he say such things. I'd make him pay for that, but right now I couldn't believe the situation we were in.
"PC Wilkes, let's start with this dark haired beauty and see if we can help her prove she is telling us the truth"
The other policeman walked over to Sasha and stood behind her while PC Harris placed his notebook back in his pocket.
"Look sir…" Sasha started to say, but he cut her off.
"Call me Carl." he smiled.
"Carl, I can show you my bag. There's nothing in it. Please let me show you. It's just over there."
She looked over to the door to the staff area on the other side of the room.
"I'm sure you can," Carl replied, "but that is a bit too obvious."
"But…but..you have to let me…."
Suddenly Carl bought his hand up and slapped Sasha hard across her face. She was almost knocked off her feet, but recovered her balance and slowly turned back to face him.
"Don't you dare tell me what I have, or don't have, to do!" he told her sternly. "Keep your mouth shut unless asked something, and then answer as briefly as you can. Got it?"
"Ye.. ye .. ye.. yes" Sasha stuttered, before another slap was unleashed into the other side of her face.
She stood there trembling, a tear rolling slowly down her cheek. Carl looked over to me and stared into my eyes. His face was totally emotionless and I knew not to try anything. These guys were in control and we had better do what they say or we'd be made to suffer, I could be sure of that. Carl returned his attention to Sasha.
"Hold your arms up and out to your side. Hold them straight and keep them there!".
She slowly raised her arms until they were pointing straight out from her shoulders. PC Wilkes ran his hands over her arms, then down her sides. I found myself hoping that they would find something hidden on her, and then I would be free to go.
PC Wilkes then began to check that she had nothing hidden under her skirt, running his hands all over her legs, gradually moving up to her waist. With his hands still under her skirt I could see him probing her underwear as if searching for the money. The smile on his face showed that he was really enjoying this examination.
His hands slipped out from under her skirt and started to roam up to her chest, caressing her breasts as if feeling for the money in her bra. After a few minutes he stopped.
"Nothing obviously hidden there." he reported.
"See, I told you," Sasha said angrily, furious at the invasion of her personal space.
I expected a reaction from the policeman infront of her but he just smiled.
"Not so quickly my voluptuous friend." He smirked. "I was not born yesterday and know the tricks!"
"What about her!!" Sasha snarled, looking over at me. "You haven't searched her yet!"
"All in good time. She'll get her turn once we have finished with you" was the calm, frightening reply.
I shifted uneasily where I stood, desperately trying to think of a way out of this, knowing that it was only a matter of time before I would be the focus of their attention. Maybe I could just give them the money I had in my bag, but how could I admit to such a crime when I was totally innocent?
Carl reached up and started to undo the buttons on Sasha's blouse. She pleaded him to stop but knew there was no point. Soon all the buttons were undone and her blouse was pulled from her shoulders. PC Wilkes swiftly undid the strap to her bra and those wonderful 38D breasts dropped into view. Given their size they remained remarkably pert. Surprisingly her nipples stood out like bullets. Was she really getting turned on by this?
"Nothing there I guess." was Carl's response. He then lifted each of her soft mounds like he would find some hidden treasure underneath them, but clearly he just wanted to grope her chest for his own enjoyment.
I could feel my nipples begin to harden in my bra as I watched what I knew would become my future, played out infront of me. The first signs of arousal were also appearing between my legs. I had sometimes wondered what it would be like to be controlled and made to do things I wouldn't normally do, but had never wanted to find out if my thoughts were accurate or not. That would be a step too far.
The two policemen made short work of removing Sasha's skirt, taking a step back to admire the sight before them, then swiftly pulling her underwear down to her ankles. She was pushed backwards until she bumped into a table, then roughly pushed up until she was sitting on the edge of it. PC Wilkes grabbed her arms and pinned her backwards onto the table, her arms held firmly over her head, her legs hanging over the edge of the table, swinging slowly.
Carl placed a hand on the inside of each of her thighs and slowly pushed her legs apart, revealing a wet and juicy pussy, neatly trimmed with a small patch of dark hair above her slit. He leaned forward, taking a slow deep breath and inhaling her scent, then he pulled her lips apart with his thumbs. Sasha just lay back and sobbed, knowing the futility of resistance. Our eyes met, exchanging glances of helpless sympathy.
I could feel the wetness starting to build in my crotch. These guys would love to know that this was turning me on, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Being bisexual had its benefits, but now it was certainly a curse as I looked adoringly at the sexy beauty spread on the table.
"Can't see anything here either." Carl laughed.
My heart nearly stopped. Now they would turn to me. I was going to be mauled and groped, and there was nothing I could do. I looked towards the door, trying to calculate how long it would take me to get there, how long to undo the bolts, open the door and run for my life. Maybe I could do it. A small hope flickered in my heart.
Mark noticed where I was looking and slowly crossed over to the door. With each step he hammered my hope into the ground.
