"Hidden weapons." the man said. The other man moved about the apartment like a jackal at the sight of a slaughter. He tipped over bins, opened drawers, and tore open her pillows. He was Latino, and obviously very fit. A murderous glint shone in his eyes. When he bent over, she caught the glint of gun chrome tucked into his belt...Ariana didn't know what this was, but she knew that she had to play it cool. She pulled the white wife beater she had been wearing over her head, exposing her black push-up bra. He sneered as she slid the black fatigue pants down her toned, athletic legs, and stepped out of them. She wore tight sleep shorts instead of underwear that framed her cameltoe perfectly.
The man grinned like a baboon trying to intimidate a rival. "We'll need to search you. You do exactly what we say, and nothing bad will happen. You dig?"
She looked over at the other man. He put his hands in his pockets, displaying the gun. She nervously nodded her head. "Good. Now, turn around, and put your hands against the wall."
She obeyed. Ariana let her head fall forward as hands reached around her. Calloused hands, kind of like her father's hands, roughly groped her smooth breasts. They slid down her stomach, scratching her skin as they went. She felt her ass get groped and a hand slide between her legs. Thick fingers pushed through the fabric of her sleep shorts, parting her lips as they slid backward. The hands slid down her thighs, over her calfs and ankles.
The Latino chuckled. "Well, what do you think?"
The guy searching her sighed. "You know, I just can't tell. Ma'am, please remove your underwear." She knew police procedure, and this was certainly not it.
"No way. You guys aren't cops." She said. A strong hand clamped on the back of her neck, forcing her cheek against the wall.
"We never said we were. Now, take the rest off so we can get this over with," he said through gritted teeth. He released her neck, and stepped back. She turned around. Both of them had guns, and hers was twenty feet away in the kitchen. It might as well have been twenty miles. With a sigh, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. The laces fell down her arms, and she tossed it on the bed. Next, she hooked the waistband of her sleep shorts, and pushed them down her legs. She stepped out of them, nude and resplendent in her fit and beautiful body.
"Good. Now, turn around." |