With the flash of the camera blinding you your hands raise towards your face automatically, only to be caught in the big meaty fists of the female guard.
"No obstructing your identity," she says authoritatively, and you find yourself nodding and keeping your hands at your side as you blink away the black spots in your vision.
With a slight quirk of her lips she releases your delicate little wrists and unties the front of your checkered top. Your eyes widen, but your only other reaction is to clench your fingers as she yanks it apart, her palms rubbing across your sizable breasts. The shirt is pulled halfway down your arms, pulling them backwards and jutting your breasts.
A few more snapshots blind you as she documents the bikini.
"Now the bottom," she mutters, and unzips the miniskirt, tugging it down to your knees to display the colorful bikini bottoms.
Blinking furiously at the flashes of the camera and the inexplicable tearing of your eyes, you submissively let her pull the shirt and skirt off.
"Now the merchandise," she says, and you stiffen as you feel her meaty hands trace across your breasts. Just having breasts is a strange enough experience, but to have someone else touching them, even if only to trace the edges of a bikini, is both mortifying and strangely... interesting.
Your breath picks up its pace as she inspects the colorful top, a clipboard in one hand and the other jotting down a couple of things. You open your mouth to try to explain again, but just then she reaches her fingers into the top, her thick fingers brushing your thick, hard nipple as she flips out a little tag.
Maybe it's because Larry left you so horny, or maybe it's just from having someone else touch your body, but a slight moan escapes you at the surprising jolt her fingers induce. A blush crosses your cheeks as her eyes snap to yours, a knowing look entering them.
"What's your name?" she asks. "Do you have ID?"
You shake your head no, grateful at the change of topic, but notice that her fingers stay where there were.
"You don't know your name?"
"Oh, um, it's Ma... uh, Janine... Leary," you correct yourself at the last minute. Unfortutely the slip seems to make her suspicious.
"No ID and you're not sure of your name," she says, removing her fingers from your top to make a note. You close your eyes a moment in both relief and disappointment. "We'll need someone to verify your name, as well as your address. Who can I contact?"
Your mouth opens to say Janine, your mind reminding you that now it's Matt. Then you wonder if you want her... him... to know about this. You could ask for Larry, but would he brag about his conquest? |