The Strip Search Interview

I still remember the look on Linda’s face, when I opened the door to the processing room. She looked like she just saw a ghost, her mind racing back to that fateful day when she ran into me. We sat down on the steel table that has held many a naked ass, over the years. I watched her, as she ran her fingers over the table’s cold smooth surface, as a shiver obviously ran through her body.

Looking at her arrest report, it had been about three years, since she last sat on this table, but this time she had a pair of jeans protecting her from the cold. It also seems like after that day that we keep bumping into each other, much to her chagrin I’m sure, as we seemingly hung out in the same circles.

One night, I even helped her out of a sticky jam, she had gotten herself into, with a couple of bad dudes, in the Crazy Horse parking lot. Then I met her again, when she came in to the station to do some paper work on the incident. While she was there, I asked her is she would mind doing a brief interview, or follow-up as I put it, about her arrest. She was definitely hesitant to share her personal feelings with me, but she finally and somewhat reluctantly agreed, to return the favor and submit to an interview about that fateful day, three years ago.

After I let her sit in the processing room for several minutes, so she could go back in time. I asked her if she was ready. She took a deep breath and said she was, so I pressed the record button on my tape recorder and started with the interview.

"Do you remember the events that led up to your arrest?"

"Yah I’ll never forget, it was only the scariest day of my life, but I’ll start from the beginning." Linda started, in a soft trembling voice. "I was out with my boyfriend; riding in a strange car, that he said he borrowed from a friend. What he didn’t tell me is, he never asked his friend if he could borrow it."

"How old were you again?"

"At that time, I just turned 19, and just for the record, he was the only guy I had been with, you know, so far, so I was too infatuated with him to question him. I just wanted to be with him, if you know what I mean."

"Yah, but before we go too far, and just for the record, could you describe yourself?"

"Ok I guess, I ah, am like 5’6" 125 pounds, honestly maybe a couple of pounds heavier than I was three years ago. I have short brown hair, and green eyes."

Linda moaned, as it is never easy to describe yourself. Safe to say she was a looker.

"And your measurements?"

"Why am I not surprised, 36-25-34 or something like that,"

she said with a nervous laugh.

"You’re like a D Cup?"

"You have a good memory."

Linda said, flashing me a dirty look, as my mind and I guess my eyes, were on her impressive breasts. Safe to say, she had a body that could make a grown man cry.

"No it’s in my notes," I said trying to swerve. "So you were parked, and that's when I came on the scene?"

"Yah, we were parking, doing what you do when your parked. I was even like half undressed when your spotlight, lit up our car, scared the piss out of me, almost literately!"

She cried.

"And then what?"

"Well he freaks; he took off, like a bat out of hell."

"What was that like?"

"Oh I was terrified, not only cause he was driving like a maniac, but like I said I was half undressed. I had my top off, and I think my underwear was even around my ankles. I was desperately trying to dress, while screaming at him to stop,"

she said, as she blushed.

"And then he hit a pothole or something?"

"Yah, the car felt, and sounded like it exploded, there was smoke everywhere and we finally spun to a stop."

"And."

"And Mr. Wonderful took off on foot, leaving me dazed in confused in the car. The next thing I know, I’m lying on the grass, face down, hands cuffed behind my back. Thankful I managed to get my panties back up, but I couldn’t get my shirt buttoned up, but at least I was wearing my bra."

"Reading my notes, my fellow deputy caught up to the runner a short time later and you came with me."

"Yah, aren't I the lucky one!"

"You were, you were lucky that you didn’t get killed in the crash."

"I guess."

"So what do you remember next?"

"Well you had me sitting against the back of your car and then oh yah, I remembered that I noticed, one of my breasts, was hanging out of my lacy bra."

"What made you notice that?"

"Gee, I don’t know. It could have been the honking horns from the passer-by’ers, or the nice melon ball, comment from the tow truck driver, but with my hands cuffed behind me..."

"I know, but I did help you out."

"Oh yah, you finally came over and grabbed it, like a grapefruit, and stuffed it back in my bra."

"And then I buttoned up your shirt."

"What a guy!"

"Then I helped you clean off the grass, from your clothes."

"Like I said, what a guy."

"And then it was off to the station. What were you thinking?"

"Well, during the trip to the station, I was just wondering how I was going to tell my parents. I had never been arrested before, not even close."

"So you had no idea of what was in store for you at that point?"

"Gosh no, it never even entered my mind."

"What struck me at the time was that you never pleaded your innocents."

"I just figured, what’s that saying, guilty by association? He told me the car was stolen, when you were chasing us. Man, I could have killed him."

"So what then?"

"Well, when we got back to the station, we filled out some paperwork. I had my fingerprints taken and then the dreaded mug shots. That’s when it hit me that I was in trouble."

"It hit you?"

"Well yah, I just thought you would call my parents and they would come and get me. Yah, when the camera flashed, it hit me that I was an adult now."

"You probably also thought, you would be led to a holding cell after the fingerprints and mug shots?"

"Yah, silly me."

"But that’s not what happened?"

"Not at all, after that, you brought me into this brightly-lit room, as my stomach turned. I still couldn’t figure out why,"

Linda said, her voice starting to quiver.

"Why what?"

"Well for starters, I was looking for the bars and there weren't any and then I spotted this steel table, and then when you went over to close the door, I ah spotted that sign, on the outside of the door."

"What did the sign say?"

"God you know, it said. Processing room. Do not enter. Prisoner search in progress, or something like that."

"No you got that exactly right, and what did you think now?"

"I thought a female deputy might frisk me, like YOU did, before you put me in the back of your car."

Linda said with a snarl, directed at me.

"I think you forgot that part earlier," I moaned, although I didn’t. "But anyways what happened next?"

"You said something about searching my belongings and me, before I could be put in the holding cell, as I would be spending the night in jail and then I’d see the judge in the morning."

"And what were you thinking now?"

"My mind was racing with emotions, for one I didn’t want to spend the night in jail. I wanted to call my parents, but you said I would have to wait until after. Then I remember thinking

AFTER?

And then it hit me that you said something about,

ME AND MY BELONGINGS."

Linda said, as she turned away from my eyes and looked to the floor.

"And?"

"And I was praying."

"Praying?"

"Yah, praying that didn’t mean, what I thought it did."

"Which was?"

"You know,"

Linda mumbled, as I handed her a glass of water.

"Which was?"

"You know, Strip Search."

Linda finally mumbled, after she took several gulps of cold water from her glass.

"Where you still waiting for the female deputy?"

"Yah, I never even thought about what was about to happen, happing!"

"Which was?"

"You simply, asked me to take off my shirt and hand it to you."

"What?"

"I know, what was I feeling,"

she interrupted.

"Well I was pissed, I was thinking, certainly you didn’t except me to get naked in front of you, so I asked about the female deputy."

"What did I say?"

"Some BS, about this being Vermont and being behind the times in all...Yah go a head and laugh asshole!"

She snapped, as I couldn’t help myself.

"Sorry, but everyone always says that, after the fact."

"Well yah, at the time I was to scared to think straight. I was literally shaking, and my face felt like it was on fire, sort of like it feels now. I mean I was 19 and only one boy had ever seen me naked, but I thought I loved him, and we were always in a darkened car, but this room, it’s lit up like a fucking library!"

She said, her voice crackling.

"And then you started?"

"Well yah, after a short stand off, I figured let’s get this over, but I was still holding out hope that I would only have to take off my shirt and skirt."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, so you start to unbutton your shirt."

"Yah... Geez, now you want to take it slow, typical,"

she said with a laugh.

"Stick to the story, please."

"Ok, yes I started to unbutton my shirt. I mean you saw me in my bra anyways and then I handed it to you. And then you asked for the skirt, which I figured was coming, but it still wasn’t easy slipping it off and handing it over, as I cursed myself for my underwear selection."

"How were dressed now?"

"Gee, the what are you wearing now question... Well Beavis, I was only wearing a lacy blue and white bra, some bikini like panties. They were black, it was also a thong...Hey I was on a date. Oh and I had my sister's high heels on. I never figured I would be standing in front of..."

"ME...And what was going on in you head now?" I said enjoying her rattled description.

"I was back to praying, but again it didn’t help, as you just looked me over, up and down. Oh and you even had me turn around slowly, it wasn’t lost on me that my naked ass was on display now, and then you had me turn back around. I was still praying when..."

"When?"

"Please you know what happened!"

"I know, but continue."

"Well, you stood back and asked me for my bra...I felt like you punched me in the stomach, and God had let me down, yet again tonight."

She said, back to mumbling.

"And."

"Yah...Yah, well what was I going to do? I unsnapped it and handed it over."

"Front latch, if I remember. Speaking of God, God bless the person who came up with the front latch."

"Whatever."

"If I remember you were standing with you hands over your breasts now."

"Well yah, even though you had already seen one, it wasn’t like I wanted to flash'em."

"But?"

"But...Oh yah this was a good one, you had me lift up my breasts by the nipples, to check underneath, but as humiliating as that was, it was noting compared to the hands behind the head, lean forward and shake’em. Where did you come up with that one?"

"I ask the questions here...And your feelings."

"Feelings right, I felt like I was in for a long night, as you obviously were hell bent on humiliating me, I mean really, have you no dignity!"

Linda cried out.

"Just doing my job, well please continue."

"Oh certainly...Well you ordered me to turn around again, which I was almost happy to do, as your eyes were burning a hole through my breasts, but it was short lived, cause you asked for my panties... I remember almost laughing. I mean, my breasts were one thing...But I bit my tongue and pulled them down, and handed them over."

"You made that sound easy."

"C’mon please, this is almost like going through it again. Trust me, it’s never easy...I could feel my heart beat in my throat, but I also felt a strange sense of relief."

"Really?"

"Well yah, I figured the search was over."

"But?"

"But, I ran into the wrong deputy."

"Thanks!"

"That wasn’t a compliment!"

"So what happened next?"

"Look can’t we skip this part?"

Linda said, as she needed more water.

"What part?"

"You know."

Linda pleaded.

"The hands-on part of the search."

"Right, how about the abuse of power search!"

Linda snapped.

"Just remember, I wasn’t the one in the stolen car."

"Yah, but still!"

"Still what?"

"I mean a full body, cavity search!"

Linda snapped, and it was music to my ears.

"Procedures for all prisoners."

"Right! What sick fuck came up with them?"

"Hey don’t talk about my dad, (he's the Sheriff,) like that."

"Oh yah, I forgot, like father, like son."

Linda groaned.

"Something like that."

"No, I mean in general. I mean one woman, at some place and time, concealed some drugs in her privates, and the rest of us, have had to pay for it ever since."

Linda said in her best lawyer’s voice, although she was only engaged to marry one.

"I guess, I never thought about it like that."

"I’m not surprised."

"Now can we continue?"

"All right let's get this over...Well you had me open my mouth and you used a tongue depressor to search it. At that point I still didn’t know what that signified the start of, until you told me to sit on the steel table."

Linda said, as she again ran her hand over the table’s smooth surface again.

"And then it hit yah?"

"Yah like a tone of bricks, as it did when you had me lie back on my elbows, while snapping on a rubber glove. The sound, causing me to almost jump of the table and make a run for it, but I guess my legs weren’t listing to my brain!"

She said, as her voice quivered.

"And the eyes?"

"Another problem."

"Why?"

"C’mon, don’t make me cry again."

Linda pleaded.

"Ok, let’s move on."

"Well you asked me to lift my feet onto the edge of the table. I did this, while also cursing you. I was also cursing my girlfriend, for talking me into shaving my pus, down there, cause I was even more embarrassed. I mean, I knew you could see everything, especially when you moved in-between my knees and spread them apart."

"Continue." I moaned, trying to hide my excitement.

"I remember trying to think that you were a doctor and not some piece of shit deputy, as I felt your finger make contact with my pu...privates."

"It all right to say pussy." I said, while ignoring her insult, as I'm used to it, by now.

"Pig, let’s just say you certainly took your time!"

Linda hissed.

"At what?"

"Ah you really want me to say don’t yah...Searching my pussy...You happy now?"

She snapped, and I must admit I was, as I got that warm funny feeling all over again.

"If I remember, you were flopping around on the table."

"Well if you had one, you would know why!"

"One what?"

"Oh Please!"

"Did it turn you on at all?" I just had to ask.

"Are you out of your mind? Never mind, I already know the answer to that one."

Linda snapped.

"What happened next?" I said, as Linda hopped of the table, and began to pace the floor in front of me.

"Well, after you changed gloves, it dawned on me that you were intent on humiliating me even more, by searching my bbb, bum hole."

"Rectal exam."

"Right and where did you go to medical school? Let’s call it what it was, you stuck your finger up my ass!"

Linda said, venom in her voice.

"That’s a little crude."

"Well that's what happened, of course you had to draw it out. I couldn’t believe you wanted me to hold my knees to chest, with my back side hanging over the edge of the desk, I don’t know what was worse, the search, or that fucking position, at the time!"

"And then?"

"Well then I made up my mind about that question, when I felt your finger rubbing lotion on my anus, before slowly twisting its way in, shockingly I remember you even made me laugh."

"How?"

"You told me to relax! Yah right, your fingers is drilling into my asshole and I’m supposed to relax."

Linda hissed.

"Oh Yah, but anyways, ah, so I was the first?" I managed, a little flustered at the visual.

"First and only, I’m strictly of the belief that my butt hole, is an exit only lane, and after having just your finger up there, I don’t think I will be changing my tune anytime soon."

"It hurt that badly?"

"Not so much the pain, although it was jarring when you first entered me, but more it was uncomfortable and frankly, it was just plain weird."

"And we were done?"

"Sort of, you gave me some damp wipes, to clean myself up, and it didn’t go unnoticed that you watched my every move."

Linda said, as she made her way to the door.

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness."

"Tell him, if you see him, you Dirty Little Bastard! Cause I think you’ll be going to hell.”

And with that finale insult, the interview was over, as she stormed out of the room.

The End.

Authors Note.

Just a little note as to how this story came together. I wrote this story with a female friend, who provided the female character’s voice. Although friend might be stretching it, especially after this story, which took us about four hours, twelve Buds and five or six screwdrivers to complete. Frankly, I just knew her from a local pub, I've been known to down a few at.

And here is how that even happened. Basically I knew she needed a few bucks to fix her car, so I offered to give her some cash, cause that’s the kind of guy I am! BUT she had to help me write a story for my collection. She reluctantly agreed, even after she read some of my strip search stories. I asked her if she had ever been strip-searched in real life, and she snapped a

"No"

back at me...While I mumbled "No, No that won’t do."

She came over my place, late on a Friday night. After some liquid courage, I asked her if she was ready, and she said,

"Yah, let's get this over."

So I just looked at her and said one simple five letter word.

"STRIP."

Then, after she got done laughing, but I wasn’t, she went on to call me more names than I can recall. All’s I said was "have fun walking home."

I turned my attention to the computer screen, until finally her shirt slammed into the back of my head, a couple of minutes later. With evil laughter inside, I quickly spun around and watched the show. To be honest, she didn’t even seem to mind to, to much. Hell, she had a killer body. She was an erection maker to be sure, but her sly smile faded and she cursed me out, for making her, show me, her pussy, they always hate that part, especially the spreading of their pussy-lips with their fingers part. She also said I should consider her body,

"No Man's Land."

for the rest of the night. Which left me disappointed to say the least.

Finally she dressed while I burned her body to my memory, for future use. Then we sat down and wrote this little story, her embarrassing "Strip" fresh in her mind and a little chip on her shoulder, which I think came out in the story, so Sorry if it reads a little rough, or maybe it was that the blood in my body, was all seemingly in the wrong head at the time. Either way, it was still a fun night. Better than watching the Red Sox anyways.

And the funny part! Turns out her car needs more work than she thought, so maybe I can use my powers of persuasion, (More Dead Presidents) to get her to help write, or at least inspire another story.

So stay tuned for more adventures from Deputy Duffy.

Thanks for your time and hope you enjoyed it.