Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, last year and we had a few drinks at the bar, well after a few more drinks, I really just wanted to get in her pants, (big surprise,) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead.
I met up with her again this year and she was nice enough to tell me more.
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I was hurrying back to my dorm after class, when the white van raced up beside me, again...only this time I was a little more ready for it.
As soon as I climbed in, I could tell by the look on my boss’s face that he wasn’t at all happy with me.
He started barking right away as his partner put the van in gear. "Half the semester is over...are we any closer to nailing this guy?"
I could tell by the look on his wrinkled face that he already knew the answer. I started to tell him about what happened to me in class today. Although I knew that he already knew that too. In fact he probably got a kick out of listening to my humiliation. I only prayed that he didn’t have video surveillance as well. (Thankfully I didn’t see any television monitors in the van.)
"I’ve been talking to my boss about scraping the whole thing. I don’t think you have what it takes to get the job done," my boss said harshly.
It was like he punched me in the stomach, as I was still recovering from telling him my humiliating story. I couldn’t believe what the professor put me through today wasn’t some sort of crime, but he reminded me that I signed that fucking nudity wavier.
"Please!" I begged. "I'm close, really, it's just so humiliating."
"I know, but I can’t have my agents running out every time things get tough!”
"Please!" I begged again...and even batted my eyes.
"Look I’ll be honest. I made a mistake putting you on this case, in the first place. Fucking year and a half down the fucking tubes."
He was right. If they pulled me off the case now it would be a year and a half down the tubes, but it was also a year in a half of my life.
“Please I can do this! I can do the job! Just give me another shot.” I was pretty much panicking at this point. I was even pulling on his arm and pounding on his chest as I pleaded. I guess you could say that I don’t handle failure to well, and the eye batting wasn’t working. After some more drama, he finally used a small towel to dry some of my tears, as he told me to relax.
"Look maybe I can give you one more shot...maybe...but first...."
"But first what?" I interrupted him with a sniffle.
"But first you’re going to have to prove to me that you have what it takes. I mean you have to prove it to me, right here and right now, that you’re not going to run away when the going gets tough."
"I won’t, please," I moaned, though a little fearful of what he meant.
"All right," he said, as he got of the bench seat we were sharing and moved over into a small swivel seat, a couple of feet in front of me. "First are you wearing any panties under that skirt?"
"Yeah," I quickly mumbled. The question sending shivers down my spine.
"Take them off and hand them to me," he said dryly.
I was about to snap at him. I mean really, the nerve.... But looking into his eyes I could tell he wasn‘t screwing around. This was a testing. So I causally slipped them off from under my skirt and handed them to him. Instantly, he laughed out loud at my conservative white panties.
“Geez, do you think you could wear something a little more sexier?“ He held my panties up, shaking his head. I could also hear his partner laughing up front, while watching us from the rear-view.
“From now on wear something black, maybe even a thong, and get a shorter skirt, and, while you’re at it, a tighter shirt, too. That thing your wearing looks way to baggy...and do up your face better. You’re supposed to look fucking hot, not like a nun.”
