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Stephanie knew now that she would have to attack Bruce at her next chance. If he was distracted looking out a door for police, she might have a chance, but she would have to be able to restrain him effectively, and her cuffs were long gone. She glanced over at the hostages, who looked extremely puzzled and a little worried. The female doctor caught Stephanie's gaze, trying to figure out what was happening. Stephanie supposed that in the walk to the door, she might be able to get something off them, like a coat, but she couldn't count on that. Bruce could easily separate them. Stephanie had to count on what she had in front of her.

And Stephanie only really had one thing in front of her. Her hair tie was too small to fit over two wrists, even Bruce's bony ones. That just left her boyshorts, her panties, her last line of defense between herself and complete, naked shame. Stephanie thought of how her mother had never given her a speech about keeping her panties on in front of others, probably because the idea was completely inconceivable to her. And it was barely conceivable to Stephanie, too. It would be like stripping off skin, just as painful and foreign to her body.

So she tried desperately to convince herself there was another way. Maybe the cotton wouldn't be strong enough to hold. Maybe she wouldn't be able to react fast enough to tie a knot. Maybe her mother would come out of the heavens and chastise her for parading her most intimate parts to strange men. But even all those maybes were more certain than trying to hold Bruce empty-handed.

What Stephanie's thinking had convinced her of was that she would have a far better chance if Amy joined her in this plan. She actually found it entirely possible that this suggestion would give Amy a stroke. But she had underestimated her partner before. She wasn't about to leave her out just to try and save her embarrassment. “Amy,” Stephanie hissed, waving for her to stand up. Amy did so reluctantly, and holding her arms over chest and panties a good deal more effectively than Stephanie. “He's not following the plan.”

“I know he's not, Steffy!” Amy replied. “What are we gonna do?”

Stephanie breathed in deeply, then locked her eyes on Amy. “Amy, I trust you. I believe in you. I really do. So I am going to look you in the eyes to tell you this extremely terrifying plan. We are going to charge Bruce when he looks out the door for police. We are going to get the gun out of his hands. And we are going to bind his hands with our panties. Which means we have to take them off right now.” Amy's right eye twitched as the blood drained from her face.

“No, no no no no no. No. No, Steffy, no. Steffy. No. No no no. No no n-” Stephanie gently closed Amy's mouth to stop the flow of “nos”. She sighed.

“Amy, I don't want to do any of that, either,” Stephanie began. “I'm really scared one of us will get hurt, and besides that, Bruce has seen more of my body than any boy in 4 years. But I need you. I...” Stephanie cringed as she admitted a vulnerable truth she had been coming to realize. “I don't think I could be standing here, boobs out, almost naked, if you hadn't been here with me. It made me feel like I wasn't alone, like I wasn't a complete sl*t and a freak for taking all my clothes off.” Amy's eyes watered and she looked to the floor bashfully as she nodded.

“But more than me, those four people need you!” Stephanie continued. “I know they laughed at you like a bunch of f*cking morons, but they could all be dead without you. You're protecting them. You're their Batgirl. So be brave like Batgirl.” Stephanie shut her mouth and nodded. Somewhere in the back of her head, she was proud that something sensible and brave had finally been able to come out of her mouth for the first time in more than an hour.

Amy was even more affected, tears shining in her big blue eyes and a hardened smile on her trembling lips. Suddenly she threw her arms around Stephanie in a big hug and squeezed her tight. “I will, Steffy! I will, because we're the best damn police ladies of all time!” Reluctantly, Stephanie removed her arms from her body and wrapped them around Amy. As her huge bare boobs pressed against Amy's tiny, perky ones, a host of new sensations and thoughts filled Stephanie's mind. It was tremendously strange, and pleasantly warm and soft. But chiefly, she couldn't stop thinking of the very impolite and bigoted words that would be running through her mother's head right now. So she coughed and gently separated her partner from her body.

Stephanie's fingers then went to the waistband of her panties, where they felt very cold and stiff all of a sudden. They wanted to go any direction but down, and Stephanie had to fight very hard to convince them otherwise. Slowly, her fingertips ran over the scalloped ridges of the waistband, and then slipped between those ridges and the bare skin of her hips. Her cold fingers felt freezing against that skin, which seemed to be very hot in comparison. Stephanie slid them forward, over the edges of her pubic bone, where she felt a few curly hairs and a virtual roaring fire. “Let's not start there,” Stephanie thought, alarm bells blaring in her brain.

Instead, they curved back around her soft, tight butt, pressing hard against the cotton that barely contained it. It too was very warm, but felt less specific, less intimate, less dirty. It was somewhat remotely fathomable to uncover this. So Stephanie, fighting against those stiff fingers, slowly pushed the waistband down, arcing over the curve of her ass. She shuddered, a rattling breath escaping her throat as she felt the open air brush against the skin of her butt. Finally, she stopped. She had felt the elastic at the front of her boyshorts start to slip off of her hips.

Stephanie couldn't help it. She felt very hot and dizzy. Nothing else seemed to exist except her, a thousand pairs of phantom staring eyes, and the little pink panties that separated the two. She looked down at those yellow and green flowers on her boyshorts, bright and girly, pleading to remain and cover the much more intimate flower underneath. Stephanie shook her head and managed to push the front of her panties down just a fraction of an inch. She couldn't help but gasp as she saw a few silky black pubic hairs slide into view.

Stephanie had always had a love-hate relationship with her pubes. The idea of getting rid of them was ridiculous to her, and she kind of liked the way their stark dark color looked against her skin when she was in the shower. But on the other hand, her untamed hair was ferociously wild and very visible, so she was forced to occasionally trim it or never leave the house in less than knee-length pants.

All she was thinking about at that moment, though, was a single blaring refain: “My bush is out in the open, my bush is out in the open!” Stephanie trembled from head to toe and the fire between her legs flamed ever hotter. This had to come to an end. This bit-by-bit nonsense was just making her head swim and her panties damp. She seized her boyshorts tightly and shoved them down without thinking, quickly stepped out of the leg holes, and gathered them up in her hand. Stephanie looked at them sadly. Those brightly colored flowers and starbursts had seemed so silly just 20 minutes ago. Why did they feel so important and protective now?

Then her eyes fell to her body. Stephanie was 100% naked, no more clothes at all. Every bit of skin was exposed. Rich brown eyes gave way to dry red lips, which gave way to a thin warm neck. Which in turn gave way to muscular shoulders and arms, which slid past massive powerful breasts and their stiff, jutting nipples. Below those came a taut stomach that breathed deeply in and out, which gave way to wide hips that became a round and taut butt. That curved around into another pair of dark lips, barely visible but glistening underneath a trim black patch of curly hair. That hair pointed down into wide, smooth thighs, knock-turned knees, and a set of cute, round, tightly curled toes.

Stephanie felt all of these parts at once, connecting with the chilly air and completely open to the entire world. “Look at my big swinging tits and their big, dark areolas!” Stephanie felt like she was shouting. “And don't forget my big hairy bush and cute little panocha!” She hadn't actually said anything more than isolated quiet gasps and moans, but she had taken long enough to remove her panties that the hostages had noticed and were staring at her in horror and confusion. But not just her.

Stephanie turned her gaze to see Amy, white as a sheet, shaking like a leaf with her panties balled up in her hand. “Be brave like Batgirl. Be brave like Batgirl. Be brave like Batgirl,” she kept repeating like a mantra. Her knees were turned inward but it was plainly visible that Amy had a completely natural bush. A curly thatch of light golden brown hair spread upward from her thighs like a fan, shining in even the sallow florescent light.

Finally, Stephanie turned to Bruce, who for once, appeared to be surprised. “Um...” he droned, “What are you doing?” Stephanie's brain wanted badly to scream, but its fighting instincts kicked in hard. She started fanning herself with her panties like an old newspaper.

“We're hot!” she said, nudging Amy. “Real, real hot.” In a way, this was true, Stephanie still felt incredibly hot and dizzy.

“R-r-r-right,” Amy chattered, shakily airing out her panties and fanning herself as well. “Super duper hot!” Bruce stared them down suspiciously for a moment. Then he shrugged, and put Stephanie's hat on his head, completing his police outfit.

“Whatever floats your boat, man,” he chuckled, before clapping his hands. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it's been a pleasure, but it's time for me to hustle on back to Hollywood with America's greatest entertainer. Simon says hostages stand up.” Looking at each other and murmuring, the doctors and nurses slowly stood. “Simon says hostages go stand in that hallway,” Bruce continued, gesturing toward the wide hall behind them.

As the hostages walked over, Stephanie leaned towards Amy. “When the opportunity comes, I'll take him on the right and you go for the left. I believe in you, Amy. Stay frosty,” she whispered. Amy looked at her, saying nothing, but managing a smile between her shivers.

“Okay, pigs come forward!” Bruce grinned. Stephanie began walking toward Bruce, heart pounding, but she realized Amy wasn't following her. Stephanie began to panic. Was Amy freaking out again? Was she going to run away? But Bruce just smiled. “Ah, you won the game, Blondie! If shit gets bad I'll kill you last. Simon says pigs come forward!” Amy dashed to catch up with Stephanie, and flashed her a sheepish grin.

Bruce, manually and with a few scattered commands, organized everyone into a loose block. The four hostages walked in front, their hands up, two on either side of Bruce and about 6 feet ahead of him. Stephanie and Amy followed, but much closer to Bruce, a scant foot away from his pointed gun. As planned, Amy was on his left, Stephanie on his right. Stephanie's heart pounded twice for every step she took, two booms in her chest for every slap of her bare feet and sway of her bare breasts.

Towards the end of the hall, Bruce turned left, and a much smaller hall there terminated in a set of steel double doors. Four chairs sat to the sides of it, seemingly set up for just this purpose. Suddenly, to her thrill, Stephanie heard the slaps stop. The tile floor here had become thin carpet.

“Take a seat, shrinks!” Bruce grinned. “I'm sorry to say our time together is at an end, but I formally declare my quack treatment over.” He then turned slightly toward Stephanie. “Now, Kermit mighta said he didn't want to see any guns,” Bruce mused, “But I'm sure he'll accept a compromise when he hears my story.” He backed toward the door pointing his gun toward the naked officers, then slowly began to open the doors. As he did, he stuck the gun very lightly in Stephanie's holster.

Stephanie wrung her panties between her sweaty fingers, trying to figure out the best grip. She had improvised some strange weapons but this had to take the cake. As Bruce gently turned his head toward the crack he had opened in the door, she took slow, silent steps forward. “You're Stephanie Delgado Morales,” she thought. “You have a loyal ally in Amy Bower. And your boobs are totally amazing.”

“There's no limo out here!” Bruce growled as he reached for his gun. But it was too late. Stephanie had her hand on it at the same time as him. They wrestled for the weapon as Amy howled ferociously and latched onto Bruce's left arm.

“Jesus, God, Jesus, God, Jesus, God, I've got him, Steffy!” she screamed. Stephanie was still struggling to take the gun from Bruce, but noticed that her boobs were shaking wildly in the struggle. She shook her hips back and forth, making their jiggle even more hypnotically exaggerated. And sure enough, Bruce's focus slipped just enough for her to sling the gun out of his grip. It clattered to the floor, where the hostages all rushed to pick it up. “Yeah, good job, Steffy!” Amy crowed.

Stephanie surged with adrenaline and gave Bruce a wicked uppercut to the face. As his lip bled and his eyes spun, Stephanie seized his right shoulder and pushed him to the floor with all her weight. Sheriff, trainee, and maniac slammed to the floor, yelling and whooping and jiggling wildly. Stephanie straddled her legs over Bruce's back and whipped her panties around his hands. “Bruce Whatever-your-crazy-ass-name-is,” Stephanie roared as she tied a knot, “I am formally placing you under arrest!”

Amy handed Stephanie her own panties, and they slid over Bruce's hands in a second layer. He yanked and tugged at his bonds for a second. But they held. It was finally, amazingly, crazily over. Bruce was subdued and captured, and would hurt no one at all.

But when Amy unexpectedly cracked him over the head with the pistol grip and knocked him out cold, Stephanie didn't exactly mind the excessiveness. “That'll teach you to be a gross, crazy weirdo!” Amy cried, before standing up straight and handing the gun to Stephanie.

At the corner of the hall, all the doctors and nurses burst into applause. Their smiles were wide and grateful, and even though Stephanie and Amy stood there boobs-bush-and-ass naked, no one seemed to notice and care for those triumphant few seconds. Maybe this wasn't so embarrassing. “Oh, that's so unprofessional, sweetheart,” Stephanie said as she grabbed Amy in another hug. “You can't do any of that.” But at the same time Stephanie felt pretty sure that she would be presenting Amy with her badge any day now.

As the jubilation faded, Stephanie began to feel very, very naked, not least because she was very much dripping wet and had managed to make her mark on Bruce in more ways than one. “Go back to the lobby and get your clothes, Amy,” Stephanie said, gesturing regally with the revolver. “Then you can help me get my uniform off this bastard and we'll walk everyone out safely.”

Amy saluted her sheriff with a smile. “10-4, Sheriff!” she giggled, and started down the main hallway. As she did, though, everyone began to realize a low rumble had been going on for some time. That rumble amped up into a mighty roar centered around the middle of the main hall, and Amy ran away from the source with a squeak. With a loud and explosive crash, a SWAT tank rammed straight through the wall, dust and bricks flying all about.

From around its edges, officers armed with armor and assault rifles swarmed into the building at the ready. “Get on your knees! Get on your knees!” the team leader shouted. But then he saw Stephanie and Amy in their altogether. “Get on... your... knees,” he continued lamely as he lowered his weapon. The other officers followed suit, even as more of them poured out from the tank itself. All told, 14 SWAT officers entered the room. 14 strangers learned what color Stephanie's areolas were. 14 strangers knew exactly how closely Amy's carpet matched her d****s.

And that wasn't quite it. Robert Briggs, the loyal deputy, rushed into the room, followed closely by a frightened Billy and Ray. “Sheriff Morales, are you okay?” he called, not seeing Stephanie at first. “Sheriff Morales, Amy, where are you?” And then the male officers of Lakewood reunited with their female complement. Robert blushed deeply and put his hat over his face. “Oh my god. Oh my god, I am so sorry, Sheriff.” Ray and Billy were less polite, high-fiving before making a show of putting their fingers over their eyes (broadly spread enough to see between, of course.)

Stephanie's brain was screaming its most primal urges out in filthy, juvenile Spanish. Translated, they might come out like “Scream! Scream! Cover your c*nt! You might as well start touching yourself since you're dripping all over the place, you filthy sl*t!” But Stephanie was too exhausted, too proud, and too broken for any of that. Slowly, she just smiled, wide and bright and teeth clenched tight. She planted her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest with a forced, haughty chuckle. “Isn't this funny? We had to trade all our clothes for time, you see. But we got him! We got him.”

Torn between her flight and fight instincts, Stephanie's nipples chose this moment to jut back into the open. As did, less obviously, her swollen clit. Somewhere deep in her brain, other words echoed as Stephanie's skin burned: “Mierda! Mierda! Su Coño!”

The SWAT leader just mumbled something and nodded, lost for words. Amy, eyes frozen open and arms slung over boobs and bush, slowly sidled over to her Sheriff. “Steffy,” Amy whined, “I can't believe all these guys are seeing my coochie.”

Stephanie replied without even turning to the side or breaking her smile. “That's your vulva, sweetheart,” she said through clenched teeth and burning skin. “Call it a vulva.”