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Stephanie checked the clock on the wall. In 10 minutes, 2 hours would have passed since she and Amy gave up their shoes. They had made it past the first hour when Stephanie realized that their hats could count as a piece of the uniform. If they had to wait another 10 minutes, though, real clothes would have to come off. Stephanie glanced over toward the hostages, who Amy was checking on, and gritted her teeth. The SWAT team just had to be outside by now! Right? She held down her earpiece and cleared her throat. Then she quietly spoke: “Briggs. Briggs!”

“I'm here, Sheriff Morales, what's goin' on?” Robert whispered back after a moment.

“Hasn't anyone shown up by now? Even Lexington's worst response time shouldn't be more than two hours!” Stephanie hissed.

“No, not a sign of anyone. For all I know they could be lost over at Wood Lake by now,” Robert chuckled.

Stephanie's blood froze. “Say again, Briggs. There's a town in Kentucky called Wood Lake?”

“Yep. Clear other side of the state! People end up here by mistake all the time, it would just do to have the opposite happen for once.”

Stephanie screamed internally. If she had misspoken, or someone on the other end had misheard, and it seemed they had, her rescue was speeding in the wrong direction. “Briggs, I need to you to get a hold of Lexington and confirm the SWAT team is inbound! We don't have a whole lot of time here!”

There was a short, embarrassed pause. “Sheriff, I don't know the security clearance.”

“Then send Billy and Ray to the station to look it up! If this paranoid f*cker hears me calling out codes and numbers he's likely to cut my head off! And keep me updated!”

“You got it, Sheriff,” Robert said, and there was a click. Stephanie blew an anxious puff of air from her lips. She had no idea how far away Wood Lake was. It seemed very likely that Stephanie would eventually be exposing her underwear, though, a though that didn't sit well with her. A sour look came over her face just as Amy approached.

“Well, a couple of them have scratches- no wait, they're called lah-sir-ay-shuns, right?- but there's no bleeding, no real pain, they're perfectly okay! Looks like we're gonna get out of here just fine!” Amy babbled cheerily. Stephanie almost didn't have the heart to tell her.

“Actually, Amy, the SWAT team might be lost,” Stephanie mumbled. Amy's face sprung back into its normal worried position. “And while I'm dropping bad news, it's 4 minutes 'til we gotta take our shirts off.” At this, Amy swooned slightly and her eyelids fluttered. Stephanie grabbed a hold of her shoulders and gently slapped her cheeks to bring her back. “Hey, sweetheart, hey, it's gonna be okay! Are you not wearing anything over your bra?”

“Right,” Amy breathed, eyes wide open and staring into space, “my braaaaaa.”

The way Amy dragged out the word confused Stephanie. “Yeah. Bra. Your bra. You've heard of 'em, right?” Amy's eyes came back to space to look into Stephanie's. They were more afraid than Stephanie had ever seen them. “Are...are you not wearing a bra, Amy?” Stephanie asked incredulously. It seemed unthinkable that this shy and jumpy girl would be going topless under her uniform.

“Oh, no, no no no no no, Steffy! God no!” Amy babbled. “I've got something under here. It's just, well...ahem.” Amy cleared her throat as her entire body began to flush bright red. “When God was passing out his gifts, my mama always said, he gave me plenty of 'em but my...” Amy hesitated before finishing. “...bosoms... were just not one of 'em. I ain't really ever needed a bra.” Stephanie was so put off by Amy's dainty euphemism that she felt severe secondhand embarrassment. But she choked down that thought and offered words of encouragement instead.

“Amy, women come in all different shapes and sizes. Who cares if you don't need a bra? It doesn't make you any less beautiful.” (Amy blushed even darker at this.) “I'm gonna take my shirt off with you, it'll happen real fast, no big deal, right?”

Amy nodded slowly as her blush faded. “No big deal.” Just in time, Bruce clapped his hands and stood up.

“I don't see any respected show business figures in here,” he growled, “So you better get a strippin' before I get a stabbin'!” Stephanie quickly reached for her collar and started unbuttoning her shirt. The less she looked down, the less focused she would be on it and the faster it would be over.

Instead, she decided to focus on Amy. “No big deal, Amy,” she said, and then glanced over to look at her partner. She had to do a double take that ended in a stare. Amy had undone exactly one button and was standing there, stock still, limp as a rag and white as a ghost. Something akin to the sound of squeaking leather came out of her mouth, and then she bolted into the women's bathroom behind her.

Stephanie, terrified Bruce would be angry, spun to look at him, but he seemed pretty nonplussed. “Eh, well, two uniforms would be pretty hot to wear anyway,” he said, gesturing at Stephanie. “You'll have to do.” It took a second for Stephanie to process what had happened, and when she did she flooded with red-hot anger. How could Amy do this?! She was supposed to be her loyal trainee, the girl she was helping to mold into an independent woman! And she just f*cked off when Stephanie needed her most! Stephanie's anger was such that she barely even noticed when she slung her uniform shirt off her shoulders and onto the floor. Bruce shrugged, and all went back to waiting.

40 or 50 minutes later, Stephanie had calmed down enough to return to reality. Amy showed no signs of returning, and that bathroom door had stayed unmoving since she left. Bruce was attempting to clip his nails with the knife, which was disgusting. And Stephanie's boobs were considerably more visible.

Even with the opaque white tank top, when Stephanie looked down she could see she was showing off quite an impressive bit of cleavage. That she didn't mind so much. It was actually making her feel more in charge, like she was an action hero ready to take command, and maybe...even...turning her on just a little tiny bit? What she didn't like was that the the scalloped edges of her bra cups were every so slightly visible. Stephanie kept picking at the top of her tank top, but she could never fully move them out of sight.

Suddenly, Bruce clapped again, and Stephanie spun to look at the clock. Had an hour passed already? She couldn't believe it! That meant she was going to have to take off her pants, and, well, show the room just what kind of panties Stephanie's Secrets stocked.

“Alright, same song and dance, same price,” Bruce said, rolling his eyes. “You know, it would be a lot easier to pass the time if we could just drop a couple sheets of acid.” Stephanie wasn't too amused. Slowly she stood, fingers subtly sliding up her legs to see if she could feel what kind of underwear she had on today. Nope. The pants were too thick. The gears in her head turned, and her hands jumped up to her belt. She quickly unbuckled it as well as her holster, and slid both over to Bruce, but only after removing her gun's clip and tucking it into her bra.

“There. You've got a key piece of my uniform. We're set for another hour,” Stephanie grumbled as she went to sit back down. But it was Bruce's turn to be unamused. He brandished the knife with a scowl on his face and his good eye turned toward the male doctor.

“Not quite good enough, pig,” he said as he began walking toward the doctor. The man gasped and scrambled away on his back, pleading to Stephanie with his eyes.

“Okay, okay, I get it, stop!” Stephanie shouted, and she quickly unbuttoned her pants. The zipper followed quickly, and she felt the weight of the pants threaten to drop as she gripped them with her fingers. She loosened them for a milisecond, and then instinctively tightened them again. She'd seen a flash- just a flash- of many bright colors, dominated by pink, and finally knew what panties she'd put on today. “Oh no,” Stephanie moaned quietly, “Not those.”

Her pants hung there on her slightly squatted body for what seemed like hours as she worked up the nerve to drop trou. Finally, she thought, “I can do this. I'm a proud, powerful Latina with incredible boobs, and I'm a hell of a lot stronger than that b*tch Amy.” A second passed. Then Stephanie stood, and her pants fell.

Her full-size tank top, stretched as it was by her breasts, left only a little sliver of skin visible at her stomach. But it was enough to see every inch of her panties, Stephanie realized, as she stared down at them glumly. They were a pair of little hot pink cotton boyshorts, stretched tight along her trembling butt and wide thighs. They were decorated in yellow and green stylized flowers, made of geometric shapes in sort of a weird 60s-style design, complemented by wavy lines and starbursts in lighter pink. As if that wasn't enough, the thin white waistband running along the top was in that cheap scallop cut and stamped over and over with the branding: Fruit of the Loom.

Stephanie bit her lip- knowing what she'd seen on sale at the local Walmart, it could have been worse, and she would prefer this to wearing a thong, and people tend not to care so much about these things in a hostage situation, but... she was still utterly, incredibly embarrassed. She was supposed to be a big, tough, undefeatable cop, and she had lost all her uniform to expose cute little pink pantie-wanties. It was- “Wait a second,” Stephanie thought. “I've lost all my uniform. I have nothing left to trade him. In an hour, I have no idea how I can keep these people alive!”

She was interrupted from her reverie by Bruce's words: “Nice,” he said with a mild expression. “But if you're done showing off, maybe let me have the pants, pig?” Stephanie looked around to realize she had been standing there, thinking to herself, without ever stepping out of her pants. Turning red, she slipped them off her ankles and tossed them over to Bruce. Stephanie looked to the hostages to see them all staring at her, red-faced. They all suddenly became very interested in the ground, except one nurse who was biting her finger hard in a vain attempt to keep from giggling. “One more hour,” Bruce chuckled, folding Stephanie's pants end over end.