That night when she got home, Kirstin threw her clothes to the ground and immediately ran to the shower. The moment the door to her apartment slammed shut she burst into tears, wrapping her arms around her chest as she turned the hot water on high, the scalding temperature doing little to wipe the shame she felt out of her mind.
She knew that stranger had snapped a photo of her, it didn't matter if her face was seen or not. He would spread it on the internet and then the story would spread of a half naked officer who lost her uniform a second time. Not just a uniform, her power suit, an image that portrayed her ideal self, all of it taken from her thanks to this Doctor and Sakeena Fakhouri.
By the time Kirstin got out of the shower, her skin was as red as her face was when she blushed. As if in a trance, she walked to her room, not bothering to dry off and instead, letting the sensation of the cold numb the memories of her humiliation. Once she collapsed on her bed, she closed her eyes, tears soaking into the sheets as she dreaded tomorrow. It wasn't the fear of walking into an office of peers who would mock her, it was the dread of knowing how much work she was going to have to do to get revenge.
***
It was strange for Kirstin to step into the AAPD building in clothes, they felt like such a useless item for her. Every step she took made her notice the itchy sensation of the black dress pants sliding against her bare legs, just waiting to slide off and show everyone another pair of embarrassing panties. She thought back to being tied in the chair, the Doctor's hands sliding into her Jockeys and then Kirstin sped up her walk as she entered the homicide department, banishing the conflicting memory from her conscious.
She got to her desk to find several manila folders with documents inside. On top of it was a sticky note with the words "See Alan." Kirstin pulled the sticky note off the folder and crumpled it up, opening the top folder. Alan was the tech savvy member of homicide. She rarely consulted with him and so he could wait. Instead, she was curious to see what the autopsy report found.
The folder opened to reveal Matthew Varnes' severed neck, laying on a metal slab. Coroner stated that he noticed indents in the edges of his skin where the blow occurred, indicating some sort of animal. Kirstin tilted her head to examine the wound more, skeptical of the report given that there was no sign of an animal in the room, never mind the fact that no one in the complex reported one entering. If it was an animal, why one swipe and why not eat him? What beast sliced someone up and then left, like some passionless child who decided they were bored with their toy?
The report didn't give her any answers, but she didn't mind. Less answers meant less deceit against her own ethics. The Doctor wouldn't be able to do her own detective work if Kirstin didn't have anything to feed her. Which left Kirstin to doing her own work in learning what she could about the Doctor. She could move fast, jump far, read minds, what was to stop her from tearing open someone's neck? Perhaps Sakeena would know.
Kirstin fired up her computer and waited for it to load. As she waited she jumped as someone called out behind her, "Detective Delaney, just the person I was hoping to find."
She spun in her chair to see a tall African American man wearing a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled. A thin mustache and goatee covered his smile. A silver thin laptop was tucked under his arm. "Jesus, Alan." Kirstin said as she sighed. "I was about come talk to you."
"And I found something in addition to what I already wanted to talk to you about, so I thought I'd find you." He said with a bright smile. Without waiting, he pulled up a chair to sit by her desk, setting the laptop in front of Kirstin and lifting it open. The screen flashed on, showcasing Maxim Magazine cover, the image was of a slender model on her knees in nothing but a thong.
Kirstin's nostrils flared at the undressed woman, thinking back to her own experience with wearing little clothing. "What is this?"
"Matthew Varnes laptop." Alan said as he opened up a web browser. "We picked it up from his home. It had gone into hibernation and I just managed to get into it. Last thing he was looking at before his death was an online dating profile."
"So he was expecting a date?"
Alan nodded as he opened the web browser to show Kirstin an OkCupid profile. "His browsing history shows that he kept looking at this woman's page." Alan pointed to the photo of a young woman with a fair skinned complexion. Her jet black hair hung over her shoulders, her thin lips spreading into a glowing smile. Her screenname is "Helenastories."
"'Helenastories?'" Kirstin read, "That's an interesting screen name. How do you know it was her?"
"This profile was viewed the most out of all the others. I checked his phone and he was texting her about meeting up that night."
"Did you try calling her?"
"We did, no answer. Perhaps she's afraid? Her profile says she's from France, maybe she heard about his death and is worried she'll be in trouble."
Sighing, Kirstin said, "Unless of course she knows what she did would get her in trouble. So how do we find her?"
"Well she's a student at U of M, she's pursuing a degree in teaching so I suppose we'll be scouting the education college."
Kirstin rested her elbows on the desk. "Her name is Helenastories, can't we just assume her first name is Helena? Let's do a search of all the Helenas in the student database and then go from there."
"You want me to do it now or you want me to find a list, narrow it down and get back to you?" Alan asked, opening up the U of M database.
Kirstin curled her lip, thinking about the repercussions of disobeying the Doctor. "Come to me with a list first, I'll decide later how to go about searching for her. Thanks Alan."
"No problem." Alan nodded as he scooped the laptop under his arm and stood up from his seat.
Kirstin waited for him to disappear behind his cubicle before returning to her computer and fired up the database containing information on Ann Arbor citizens. After checking behind her back to make sure no one was watching, Kirstin typed in "Sakeena Fakhouri" and pressed enter. It took several seconds for the results to pop up.
Sakeena lived in a small house a few blocks away from Kerrytown, a small block in Ann Arbor containing the farmer's market and several other organic restaurants. It was becoming populated by hipsters and young entrepreneurs who wanted to start families. Sakeena had no spouse listed, which made Kirstin wonder why she chose that area.
Kirstin checked the time, and upon realizing it was still early, she decided she would wait until after dark to pay Sakeena a visit. In the mean time, Kirstin had another suspect to look up, the woman who had twice been responsible for her humiliation. The last encounter left Kirstin with a clear memory of the Doctors' facial features. Green eyes, full lips that spread into a cat-like grin as she stared at Kirstin's strawberry print panties, a pixie cut that gave her a tomboyish look that contrasted well with her feminine voice. Closing her eyes, Kirstin imagined the woman's soft whisper, echoing in the back of her head as she planted her mouth on Kirstin's neck.
"Detective!" a man's voice called out.
"JESUS!" Kirstin jumped, her cheeks feeling warm as she spun around to see Chief Burk standing behind her. "Chief...heh sorry, I uh...was..nodding off."
He didn't say anything, instead he folded his arms as he eyed her lower half, pointing out to Kirstin that her legs were crossed, her hands folded just above her crotch. She immediately placed them on her lap and said, "What can I do for you?"
"Detective Hillier asked for some help interrogating a suspect. She wanted me to ask if you were busy which it seems you aren't. She's in interrogation room one." He pointed with his thumb.
"I'm on it chief." Kirstin said, lowering her eyes to avoid her boss' glare. She remembered as a young girl being afraid to have her parents walk in on her masturbating, pillow straddled between her legs as she rubbed her soft lips against it, but being caught fantasizing by her boss was something much worse. She was so relieved he didn't inquire about what she was thinking about that she didn't at all dread working with Jessica Hillier.
The interrogation room was located on the other end of the building, opposite side of her office. The door was open half way and Kirstin lightly knocked on the door before pulling it open to see Detective Hillier standing behind an empty chair in front of a black table. Sitting in front of the chair was a manila folder.
"Where's the suspect?" Kirstin asked.
"Still waiting on him, go ahead and shut the door." Hillier said with a smile. She had on black pumps under a maroon skirt that extended to her calves, a matching jacket over a black v-neck shirt. Kirstin always wondered if Hillier wore a Wonderbra or if her breasts were really that large given the way they seemed close to bursting out of her tops.
Kirstin approached the table and looked down at the folder. "What's this? You going to show them some photos to see if they'll crack?
"You could say that." Hillier said, lifting the top of the folder to open it up. What Kirstin saw inside almost made her collapse.
It was a photograph, printed on glossy paper. A woman had her face turned and leg raised, all to conceal her bare breasts and strawberry printed Jockey briefs. The torn shirt pulled against her body was used to cover her front, although it was hardly successful, with the rain bearing down, the white cotton was see-through. Kirstin remembered being out there in the rain, her powersuit destroyed and even though her face was hidden, her body language in the interrogation room betrayed her privacy.
"So that was you." Hillier said with a smirk.
Kirstin's hands shook as she covered the folder, feeling the blood in her cheeks spread throughout her capillaries. "H-how did you get that?"
Hillier folded her arms as she leaned against the wall. "From a some idiot I arrested in a drug sting last night. I've been trying to nab a dealer who has ties to a heroin producer and I managed to catch him. He was selling pot to some college student. Right before busting them he mentioned walking down an alley and seeing a 'hot chick running in her underwear.' He even got a nice picture." She tapped the folder again. "The location was nearby Dr. Fakhouri's office and given your previous experience with streaking, I had to look for myself. Seriously Delaney, strawberries? Do you have any sense of fashion?"
Kirstin's eyes strained as she fought to hold back tears, her finger nails digging into her palms as her throat strained. "Y-you better not show them to anyone. The chief will-"
"-The chief will what? Fire me? I'm not going to do anything, but the college student might if I tell him to." She slid the folder across the desk. "You can keep that one, I have the original at home. All I need to do is post it on the internet and hundreds of people will get to see the sexy mysterious detective in her Jockeys." She raised an eyebrow at Kirstin. "That is of course...if you do what I say."
"What do you want?" she hissed, knowing all too well what it was.
"You're going to let me solve the Matthew Varnes case. Any information you get that leads towards his killer will be given to me so I can be the one to make the arrest. That way, I'll get promoted to Homicide like I fucking should have before you got in my way."
BAM! Kirstin's fist slammed into the desk, causing an echo in the room. "Fucking b*tch! How dare you compromise me like this?"
Hillier held her hands up, "Whoa I didn't compromise anyone. You're the one who likes to take romps outside in your girly panties."
Kirstin's hands grabbed the sides of Hillier's jacket as she pinned her against the wall. Hillier grabbed Kirstin's wrist and flashed her pearly whites, "Watch it Delaney. Do that again, and I'll be sending that photo AnnArbor.com for them to post in tomorrow's news."
She was still in the clear, no one but Hillier knew which meant she could still keep her dignity...until the Doctor found out. Kirsten let go of Hillier and folded her arms. "Fine...I'll let you know if anything comes up."
"I expect daily reports Kirstin. For starters, what did you learn from the shrink?"
She was also blackmailing Kirstin at the price of her dignity. "She couldn't say much due to client confidentiality." That much was true. "She's going to try to get his parents to sign a release of information."
Hillier stared at Kirstin, lips pursed as she watched Kirstin's body language to see if it would betray her. She waited another minute before saying, "Give me a heads up if she gets back to you. You can go and get back to work now if you want."
Kirstin turned to storm outside the door, but not before feeling something light tap her on the back. "Uh uh...don't forget your glamour shot!"
Reaching behind her, Kirstin pulled the folder out of Hillier's hands and ripped up the photo, picturing her career also getting torn to shreds.
***
The street Sakeena Fakhouri lived on was unlit by streetlamps, much to the benefit of Kirstin. She was able to park in a lot in Kerrytown and walked the rest of the way, using the long journey as a way to think on how she would approach the psychologist in her home. Kirstin still had the Doctor to worry about and wasn't sure if the two of them lived together. She would need to act quick, sneaking behind Fakhouri and holding her at gunpoint to take control, all so she could then give all of her intel to Jessica Hillier.
Just thinking about Jessica's blackmail made Kirstin angry again. She saved her hate for Sakeena, the woman who helped put her in this subordinate position. No longer a detective, more like a well for information for people to draw from who wanted credit for the case. For Jessica Hillier it made sense, but Kirstin still wondered about Sakeena and the Doctor.
As she rounded a corner, Kirstin could see Sakeena's house from her vantage point. It was a two story building, dark blue paint job with spires topping off each room on the second floor. Below the second floor windows was another roof, jutting out several inches from the house to allow people in the top floor to use it as an escape in the event of a fire. All the rooms were dark except for one, a room on the far right. Kirstin closed her eyes and could hear the gentle hiss of water running. Perfect timing for her to sneak in while Sakeena showered.
Stepping onto the lawn, Kirstin hid behind a large oak tree that sat next to the house. She checked both sides of the street to make sure no one was around and then rushed to the house, making sure to tread slowly as she stepped onto the wood porch. She tried peaking through the window to get a glimpse of the living room for any sign of pets.
For the most part the house looked desolate, so much space for one lonely therapist, if there were any animals they were most likely asleep. Kirstin didn't think about this until that very moment and decided that if a pet was home she would abandon the goal for now.
Reaching into her pocket, Kirstin pulled out a lockpicking kit she swiped from the department and went to work, jiggling with the door mechanism until it finally unlocked. With a hard grip on the knob, she turned it ever so gently to push open and slide inside. Once it was shut, turned to take in the sight of a hardwood floor and a set of stairs immediately in front of her, leading up to a long hallway to other parts of the house. Kirstin could still hear the shower going off in the room above and pulled out her pistol, hugging the wall to the stairs as she ascended.
Her breathing got heavier, perhaps because she knew what she was about to do was unethical or because she was afraid of being jumped by the Doctor again, her clothes ripped off her body as she would be forced to walk the streets in another pair of embarrassing unmentionables.
Just thinking of being vulnerable again steeled her resolve, a new reservoir of rage to fuel her movement as she made it up to the second floor. Upon turning to the right, Kirstin could see a long dark hallway, save for an open door with the bathroom light leaking to the outside. Sakeena had to be alone, otherwise she wouldn't feel this safe.
Kirstin tip-toed up to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall, aiming her pistol where Sakeena's head would be. Kirstin could hear the doctor's voice, humming some unrecognizable song to herself as she stepped out of the shower. It felt like hours as Kirstin heard the hair dryer running. She was happy she caught Sakeena at this time, getting the drop on her when she was in some state of undress. The surprise would make her feel off guard, just like Kirstin felt.
It was when the dryer stopped that Kirstin gripped her gun with both hands and waited to see Sakeena step out of the bathroom, wearing a white silk robe. Her wet hair was darker than its natural color, a messier look as it hung over her shoulders, as if she were a model for Sports Illustrated. Kirstin hesitated to look at her beauty for a moment before saying, "Don't move."
Sakeena gasped as she turned and held her hands over the open V in her robe to cover her exposed neck. Her eyes relaxed when she recognized Kirstin in the darkness, wearing a dark leather jacket over a t-shirt and jeans.
"Good evening Detective Delaney. I take it you're not here to give me an update on the case.."
"Yeah not likely b*tch now hands up and let's go to your room."
With a shrug, Sakeena raised her hands and casually walked past Kirstin, who pivoted her gun as she followed the doctor across the other side of the house to her bedroom. Once she was inside, Sakeena turned on the light, revealing a white bedroom where she had a twin sized bed with maroon colored bedsheets.
To the left was a window to the outside, the roof to the first floor in clear view. A painting of some deity hung on the wall, an abstract drawing of a woman who was naked, surrounded by others who were clothed. "Is anyone else here?' she asked once she realized Fakhouri had a double bed.
"No." Sakeena said, turning around with her hands still in the air. "Now what is this about?"
Kirstin reached for her hip and pulled out a set of handcuffs. "You're under arrest for assisting a suspect and...assaulting an officer."
Sakeena smiled as she shook her head. "Oh Detective, this is not smart. You must really liked streaking in your panties that night."
"Shut up!" Kirstin shouted, feeling a lump in her throat develop as she felt her control being taken from her again. "You aren't getting away with what you did to me! Or that Doctor who I'm very sure is behind Matthew Varnes' murder."
"I assure you, we're on the same side." Sakeena calmly said. "And I'd be very interested in seeing you arrest me, since you have no proof of what we did to you and I imagine this unannounced visit is not within your power." she folded her arms and made a move to sit on the bed.
Seeing such defiance always irritated Kirstin, a citizen who refused to comply when there was reason to believe they had knowledge of a crime always put Kirstin in a double bind, a bind she hated. In that instance, the anxiety and anger in her mind took over and she reached forward to grab Fakhouri on the shoulder, "Get off the fucking bed now!"
Sakeena shot a glance at Kirstin that she would never forget, it was not the compassionate look of a therapist, but sneer of a killer as she raised a hand to knock Kirstin's gun out of her own. The blow was so powerful it sent the gun across the room, shocking Kirstin long enough to give Sakeena the chance to rise from the bed and grab Kirstin under the armpits, lifting her off the ground and hurling her over the bed.
Kirstin bounced off the soft mattress only to have her head get knocked against the wall. Touching the back to make sure it wasn't bleeding, Kirstin scrambled to her feet as she stared in awe of Sakeena, wondering how a woman of average height and small build could possess such strength. She saw Sakeena chuckle as she turned to pick up the gun. "Oh no you don't!" Kirstin shouted as she hopped onto the bed, leaping off of it to jump on Sakeena's back.
Kirstin thought she had the advantage when she wrapped her arms around Sakeena's neck. But the psychologist didn't even lose her balance with Kirstin's 154 pounds of muscle landing on top of her. Instead, Sakeena growled as she grabbed onto Kirstin's wrists and ran backwards, slamming her against the wall. Sakeena then reached behind, grabbing the front of Kirstin's hair and pulling the detective over her shoulder to slam her on the ground.
"You're making a big mistake detective." she bent down and reached for the waistband of Kirstin's jeans. "Looks like you'll be showing the city of Ann arbor your panties again."
All of the aggression in Kirstin disappeared in that moment, the word "panties" acting as a trigger to set off her flight response. Her eyes widened as she cried out, "No! Don't! Let me go!" she kicked her feet at Sakeena's hands, crawling across the floor as she looked for an escape, it looked like the window would be her only chance. She pulled her leg one more time and gave Sakeena a hard kick to the face, causing her to fall back on her knees. With the extra time, Kirstin scrambled to the window and pulled it open, lifting a leg to step out onto the roof.
"You're not going anywhere!" Sakeena shouted as she ran after Kirstin, catching her by the leg just as she was almost out of the room.
With Kirstin's right leg lifted, she lost balance on the roof and landed on her stomach before sliding down the rough shingles. From this angle, the distance from the ground looked much higher than what she recalled when standing in front and without any bushes, the landing could have been severe. Pivoting her body, Kirstin managed to turn around just in time to grab the edge of the roof, her legs dangling below.
Like a wolf leaving its den, Sakeena stepped out onto the rooftop, the robe splitting ever so to show off her bare leg. "Here let me help you." she said as she bent down and grabbed Kirstin by the neck. Once Sakeena's fingers wrapped around Kirstin's throat, the air supply was cut off and she found herself choking as she grabbed onto Sakeena's forearm for stability.
Kirstin stared with wide eyes as she looked down and saw the ground get smaller as Sakeena lifted her above her own head. "Impressive isn't it?" she asked as she started to walk backwards towards her window. "This is why you should listen to those who are stronger than you.
Kirstin tried to use both hands to pry open Sakeena's fingers, but they were like bolts that couldn't budge without the use of tools. Kirstin knew that if she didn't do something soon, she would be back in Sakeena's room, helpless as her clothes were ripped off her body. It was that fear that primed Kirstin's mind to look at Sakeena, noticing the loose knot that held her robe together. With her feet still dangling in the air, Kirstin wrapped her feet around one of of the loose ends of Sakeena's robe and pulled.
The knot unraveled in an instant, causing the wind to blow the robe open. revealing a Sakeena's naked torso. She had no bra on, allowing her breasts to fall from their own weight and stick out several inches from her chest. Her stomach was flat, but her hips curved out to give her a shapely backside. her body was still wet as the water shined against her dark skin, all of it uncovered save for the rainbow colored bikini panties she wore. Over the center of the crotch was the symbol representing women, two of them next to each other, the bottom crosses interlocked, like two lesbian women embracing.
Sakeena felt the night air brush against her body and looked down, shrieking as she saw her panties on show. "Fuck!" she screamed as she dropped Kirstin, her confidence gone now that she was exposed.
"Not so funny is it?" Kirstin wheezed as he massaged her neck. She was on her knees and at the perfect height to grab the bottom of Sakeena's robe, pulling it as hard as she could to strip the sexy looking doctor.
"Stop it! Let go of my robe!" Sakeena pleaded, her voice cracking as she planted her feet and grabbed onto the bottom half of her robe, pulling for dear life as she fought for her dignity.
With Sakeena pulling back on her robe, Kirstin allowed herself to lean back, letting herself become dead weight for the mysteriously strong Sakeena to pull her up to her feet. Once Kirstin got stable footing, she gave the robe one hard pull with both hands. The jerking motion was enough to force Sakeena to lose her balance as she slid down the roof, stopping just at the edge.
"Whoa! Help! I hate heights!" she shouted, swaying her arms to keep her balance, forgetting all about Kirstin, who grabbed the back of Sakeena's robe with both hands and ripped it off her shoulders. The force was so strong, Sakeena fell back, landing on her botom before sliding along the rough shingles.
"Ahhh! Help me!!" Sakeena cried as she saw herself sliding towards the edge, closing her eyes as the floor from under her disappeared. Like a rollercoaster she felt the nauseous sensation of falling vertically, until she felt a hard jerk coming from the back of her underpants, causing her to squeal as she felt a sharp pain shoot up between her legs.
Kirstin was on her knees, reaching out to grab Sakeena and save her from a fall. When she saw the half naked woman in mid air, she leaned forward and started to laugh at the display before her. Sticking out at Kirstin was the top of Sakeena's backside, falling out of her rainbow underwear due to the back having been caught on the corner of a gutter attached to the roof. Sakeena was dangling by the seat of her panties, the back being pulled so far up that it looked like a thong, disappearing under Sakeena's firm buttocks.
"HELP ME!" she screamed, her legs kicking as she had both hands folded over her crotch.
Chuckling to the amusing image in front of her, Kirstin stepped closer to the ledge and nudged the gutter with her feet, forcing Sakeena to wobble in the air. "My my, look how the table have turned." she leaned closer to get a look at the helpless woman and said "Cute butt dimples."
With the gutter moving, Sakeena felt the tight cotton pull further up between her legs, pushing hard against her tender sex. "OOO! STOP IT!" she could hear light tears in her panties with every movement, "You're ripping my panties!"
"Good, keep shouting, I'm sure the neighborhood would love to get a glimpse of this." Kirstin said.
Sakeena gasped as she looked around, noticing that she could see the whole street in clear view, the various lights of houses on as well as people in the distance going for an evening stroll. "FUCK! Get me down! I can't be seen like this!" she screamed, wrapping one arm around her breasts and keeping the other over her panties, as if letting go would make her wedgie go further up the back of her ass.
"And why should I do that given that you tried to kill me?" Kirstin asked, looking out to see if she could recognize any faces of people outside. "I think I see a couple coming."
With her arm over her chest, Sakeena held her hand over her face, she could feel her cheeks getting warmer. The combination of the night air touching her soft skin and the back of her panties wedgied up her ass took away every sense of dignity she had as a doctoral level psychologist. Her choice of panties also made her feel like she regressed into a teenage girl, trying to sneak out of her parents' house only to slip and fall in the most comical of ways. "Please! I have clients who live around here! If they saw me like this it would be so embarrassing!"
"Well now you know how I felt when fucking tied me up and forced to to run naked in the street b*tch!" Kirstin hissed close to Sakeena's ear. "And thanks to you, I have a rival detective blackmailing me to feed her intel or she'll share the picture of me running outside, so maybe I should just call over an audience to get their own little peep show."
Sakeena's head turned, revealing two eyes that were wide with fear. "No! Don't! I can help! We can help! What's that detectives name?"
If the past two evenings taught Kirstin anything, it was that being seen naked put the victim in a state of vulnerability, unlocking their mental defenses and leaving them a shaking mess, opening them up to revealing any bit of information that their pursuer desired. "First things first, who is the Doctor?"
"I...can't tel you that." Sakeena's voice trembled.
Shrugging, Kirstin said, "Fine." she cupped her hands to her face, "YO! SOME CHICK IS HANGING BY HER PANTIES OUTSIDE! SHE'S HOT TOO!"
"Oh my goddess!" Sakeena blurted out as she lowered her head, buckling her legs together as she wrapped both arms around her body. "Shut up! I'm sorry I can't tell! I could be killed!"
"I THINK SHE'S A LESBIAN TOO! THAT'S RIGHT! HOT NAKED LESBIAN WOMAN HANGING FROM HER PANTIES!!"
"How do you know I'm a lesbian?" Sakeena asked, feeling more violated with her personal life being announced.
"Your panties hon." Kirstin said pointing to the rainbow briefs. "It couldn't scream more LGBTQ identity than it does right now, I saw the two symbols on the front."
Kirstin couldn't see it, but Sakeena's face turned a dark shade of red as her panties were mocked by someone who Sakeena mocked herself. Being caught in her own hypocrisy was something the educated therapist hated, and this was the worst loss of dignity because it would affect her career if a student body saw her like this. "Her name is Melissa! It's Melissa! Now please! Help me down!"
"Melissa who?"
"I can't give that out!"
Kirstin's foot nudged the gutter again. "Free peep show guys!"
A faint tear could be heard and Sakeena felt herself fall another inch as her panties stretched further, the front draping tightly over her clitoris. "UNGH! OKAY! MELISSA WATTS!" she shouted, feeling sweat accumulate over her face and shoulders. "Please stop!"
"And how can she help me against the detective who's blackmailing me?"
"Please! Look at what we've done to you, she can definitely do the same to her!"
Kirstin looked up for a moment, imagining what it would be like to see Detective Hillier losing her uniform, it was a nice touch. "How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"I promise! Believe me! It's not good if another detective solves this case!"
"Why is Dr. Watts so interested in this case?"
"Please I can't tell you anymore!" She whined, her voice cracking. With her back arched, it was hard to tell if she was about to cry or if she was being teased from the sensation. "H-help me."
"All right fine." Kirstin said as she lowered to her knees. She reached with both hands to grab the back of Sakeena's panties, noticing how her rear cheeks puckered, being pushed up as if the wedgie acted as some bizarre brassier meant to enhance her butt cleavage. Kirstin tilted her head to stare for a moment and then she tried to pull the panties free. At the first jerk, the weight distribution became unbalanced, with Sakeena's weight winning the tug-of-war as she sunk further in the air, the elastic waistband tearing some more.
"AHH!" Sakeena screamed, "You're ripping them!"
"Well I don't possess your superhero strength to lift you up by your panties, so unless you want me to break the gutter, I'm not sure what else to do." Kirstin scratched her head as she tried to think of a better solution, ignoring Sakeena's pouting. Every time she would try to pull, the elastic would get stretched out even more, and that's when it hit Kirstin. "I got it! Um...I hope you don't mind ruining those panties."
"What?' Sakeena said in a meek voice, turning to show off her blushing face as she wondered what Kirstin meant. Without warning, she felt Kirstin grab the back of her panties and jerk up again, pulling the crotch of the panties further into her sex. "OOOO!!" Sakeena squealed as she held both hands over her groin. "THAT SMARTS!" All of the sudden ,she saw the ground get larger s she felt herself fall a few inches, only to bounce up again. "Whoa! What are you doing to me?!" she cried.
"That elastic waistband should be strong enough to ease you closer to the ground, if I can get you at least halfway down ,you can hop out of them and make it to safety.
"B-But I'll be naked!"
"Serves you right, now do you want to die instead?"
"Okay! okay!" Sakeena shouted, noticing that her panties were becoming moist and not from sweat. "Just...be gentle." she felt another pull and again, her weight tested the limits of her underwear, stretching them another inch as her labia pressed into her only scrap of clothing, pushing against her clitoris and sending a shockwave of pleasure that traveled up her body. "Uh...I said gentle." she said as she bit her lower lip.
"Sorry, I can't control how you bounce."
Curling her toes, Sakeena crossed one leg over the other as she felt her whole body get warm, the hammock of her panties pulling further and further up her pussy. The waistband was so high it was up to her naval. By now she shuddered, every bounce feeling like two fingers plunging inside her, keeping pressure over her loins and igniting a desire for more.
"Are you..okay?" Kirstin asked as she saw the doctors shoulders shudder, her body twitching as if she was under some spell.
"I'm...fine...please hurry." she let out a breath whisper, closing her eyes as she tried to block out the humiliation of being turned on from being wedgied. Like a novel, she narrated her own life, having studied at UCLA for clinical psychology, earning a scholarship and a grant in studying PTSD for children from the Middle East, publishing numerous articles in the top journals over her work and then landing her own practice in Michigan.
The contrast of such a prestigious career with the ridiculousness of her dangling by her panties, so tempted from the touch that she began swivling her hips in mid air to keep the fire in her alive. "Ohhhh!" she moaned as she tilted her head back, her dark wet locks whipping back as she let her desire curl up into her belly.
From her vantage point, Kirstin saw Sakeena, her breasts sticking out, shining under the moonlight as she seemed to forget about her modesty. She noticed the woman's nipples had hardened, as if something completely different went on in her mind as Kirstin continued jerking her up and down to lower her, by now Sakeena was about a third of the way down. that was, until she heard a loud RIP!
Sakeena gasped, opening her eyes as she felt herself fall a few inches. "What was that?!"
Kirstin looked down and saw that while Sakeena's panties remained on the gutter, the rest of the doctor hung lower in the air, her panties more like an open satchel than clothes. "Your panties...they're ripping."
"Oh my god! Hurry! I don't want to fall!" Sakeena shouted, grabbing the front of the waistband with both hands as she felt herself almost fall forward. The jerking continued, and the area between her legs was pushed tighter against the cotton. the pain was so strong it made Sakeena's eyes close, her pulse rising as she felt the moist cloth press against her groin.
"Oh my goddess...oh yes..." she whispered as she felt her thighs get wet. With her fingers on her panties still she pulled back and forth on the front, sliding them against her labia. "Oh...oh..." she would groan as she felt the movement become smoother, as if someone was caressing her. RIIIIP! Sakeena dropped another couple of inches, the panties wedging so far up, her naked lips wrapped around the thin cloth. She squealed before shouting something in Arabic, her husky voice transformed into a high pitched alto. her panties twirled in the air as she twitched, her limbs shaking as if she was possessed.
"Uhh...what are you doing down there?" Kirstin asked. Before there was a response, she heard another rip and saw the waistband of the panties finally break off. "Oh shit!" She shouted as she tried to grab Sakeena. While the doctor was too far for Kirstin to reach, this meant she close enough to the ground that when she landed, it was with a faint thud.
Sakeena grunted as she felt the wet touch of grass, feeling the blades poking into her skin. On her stomach ,she felt the breeze blow over her uncovered backside, and it was like a lover stroking her, "Mmm..." she purred as her back arched, half shaking after the release. She collapsed on the ground, her legs and hands numb from tensing up for so long.
Kirstin was about to ask Sakeena if she was okay, but when she turned her head, Kirstin could see the look of content on her face. With her naked back pointing in the air, it almost looked like a shot out of a magazine, save for the fact that the area around Sakeena's ass was a shade paler than the rest of her dark skin, clearly she wasn't one to go tanning in the nude.
With her hands on the ground, Sakeena pushed herself onto her knees, looking up to see three pairs of legs, all of them concealed under jeans. Rising to her feet, Sakeena looked up and saw three men, all of them in their early 20s and wearing t-shirts sporting the blue and yellow colors of the University of Michigan football team. Their voices were muddle at first, but it was the first chuckle that sobered Sakeena out of her aroused trance.
"Dude...she IS naked!" one of them said.
"She's hot too!"
"Wha...wait...oh no!" Sakeena's eyes widened as she saw the three men staring at her, forcing her to look down to see that they were focused on everywhere below her neckline. Her dark brown nipples were still erect while her stomach expanded and collapsed from her heavy breathing. Her sex was flush, her outer labia hanging outside of her lower lips, like a dark flower in bloom hidden under a patch of black pubic hair.
With her legs squeezed together, Sakeena bent down to grab her torn panties and held them against her lower half. They made her shudder the moment she felt the cold damp cotton against her. With an arm wrapped around her chest, she closed her eyes and screamed, "STOP LOOKING AT ME!"
Her pleas did not deter her audience as they reached into their pockets to grab their iPhones. "Hoho man, you doin a little streaking baby?" one of them asked.
"Drop those hands so we can get a good look at you mama."
Baby, mama, these catcalls were words that tore away from Sakeena's identity as a therapist, but it was hard to hold onto it when she was outside, naked for the world to see. Like a cliche, the nightmare of being naked in public was so strong, Sakeena even forgot about her ability to fight. Moments ago she was beating a police officer effortlessly, but that woman was a faded memory compared to the trembling woman outside.
With her heart pounding under her chest, Sakeena waited for the sounds of camera phones to go off. Instead she felt someone brush against her back, two strong arms wrapping around her, calloused hands pressing over the ones Sakeena used to cover her privates. "Get out of here you perverts!"
Feeling the touch of another's hands over her own and pressing against her erogenous zones forced Sakeena to open her eyes, "..D-detective?"
"Someone said there was a naked chick out here, we didn't do anything." one of the college students said.
"Well if you want it to stay that way then get your asses home. This is not what your parents are paying your tuition for. Go on, get out of here!" Kirstin shouted.
"Fuck you b*tch!" another student said, holding his arm steady as he got his camera in line to take a picture of the two women embracing. "This is some hot lesbian shit."
"Are you really disobeying an officer's order? I'm a cop genius, so unless you want to get arrested I suggest you three beat it!" Kirstin was so incensed with the audacity of the men, she tightened her arms against Sakeena, pressing harder into her breasts and lower regions so much so that Kirstin could feel Sakeena shifting her body.
"D-detective...c-could we go inside please?" Sakeena whimpered, her eyelids fluttering as she felt a tickling sensation develop from her lower abdomen return.
Kirstin looked at Sakeena, noticing the strange look of arousal on her face and then looked at the three college boys who also noticed her embarrassment evolving into desire. "All right, go home! Come on, we're going back inside!" Kirstin said, pulling Sakeena tighter against her body as she started to step backwards. Lifting Sakeena felt like carrying a cadaver, the psychologist barely standing on her own legs. "Will you help me a little bit here?" Kirstin whispered as she saw the college students walking away, laughing to themselves at how lucky they were.
"S-sorry." Sakeena whispered as she grabbed onto Kirstin's forearms, walking with the detective up the steps to her porch.
With the front door already open, Kirstin pushed her weight into it and led Sakeena inside her house. She was about to loosen her grip when she felt Sakeena's fingers grip tighter around Kirstin's wrists. "No wait..." Sakeena said. Kirstin looked down and saw that her eyes were closed, biting on her lower lip as the hand with her torn panties pressed further into her crotch.
Sakeena let out a soft wince as her body arched, pressing harder against Kirstin's strong arms. Her legs bent inward as she pressed her index and middle finger into the center of her panties, pushing them up into her pussy as she felt it get warm. Gently, she flicked her fingers, the smooth friction making her dizzy with pleasure. "Oh..yes.." she whispered to herself as she alternated her movements, her fingers pushing the ripped garment inside before her palm would press hard over her clitoris. "YES..OH!"
"Uh... I don't...Sakeena stop!" Kirstin shouted, her own face feeling warm from the realization that she was intimately touching a citizen.
Kirstin's command forced Sakeena to open her eyes, snapping her out of her fantasy and bringing about a chill in the room. With no clothes, the sweat on her flesh made her shiver and she realized why she was so cold. "SHIT!" she screamed as she broke away from Kirstin's contact, backing against the wall as she turned her body to the side, raising a leg while her arms remained criss crossed over her naked front. "Stop looking at me! This is all your fault!"
Seeing the once superhuman woman huddled against the wall made Kirstin smile. It was nice to be on the dominant end of things. "This is your fault for attacking me. I should arrest you right now for assaulting an officer. How'd you like that? Being handcuffed and forced to walk naked outside again?"
Sakeena's eyes bulged at Kirstin's threat. "Y-you wouldn't dare! You're the one who is doing something wrong. You broke into my home!"
"Because you humiliated me." Kirstin tilted her head to stop and admire Sakeena's slender yet curvy body. "Not that I'm complaining."
Sakeena's jaw dropped as she looked to her coat rack, noticing her brown rain coat hanging on a hook. She grabbed the coat and held it over her body. "Are you objectifying me? What kind of cop are you?"
"The one who doesn't like being..." she hesitated, she was about to refer to the incident where she was tied down to a chair while Doctor Melissa's hand groped her. But saying that she didn't like it would have been a lie. "...told how to do her job. especially when that little stunt you and 'Melissa' pulled got me in hot water with another detective."
Even though she was naked underneath the rain coat, Sakeena felt less subordinate and as a result, regained her composure. "Yes..., you mentioned that woman. I promise, we can take care of her as long as you share all the information you have with us."
"Why is this Dr. Watts so interested in Matthew Varnes' murder?"
"I honestly don't know." Sakeena said, "She doesn't tell me much, only that she wanted to find out who is behind this."
"Why are you helping her?" Kirstin asked, wondering how an educated woman becomes a submissive lackey to someone with special powers. "Does she have something on you?"
Sakeena's professional demeanor fled again, her eyes lowering as she held the raincoat tighter against her body. "...yes...but she takes good care of me. Just do what she says Detective, or I won't be the only naked person in public."
The thought of experiencing her own humiliation again made Kirstin anxious, her eyes darted around the room as she held her hands to her chest. "She's...not here is she?"
Sakeena shook her head. "No...I don't think so anyway. Just help us and I promise she will leave you alone."
"And if you help me with this detective...you won't kill her right?" Kirstin asked.
'Of course not, Melissa has other ways in getting people to behave." the coy remark was followed by a smile. "So what updates do you have?"
Kirstin was about to ask what Melissa had in mind, but as she stared at Sakeena's bare legs from under her coat, the answer came to her right there. The amusement in seeing Detective Hillier in the same predicament finally put her at ease, enough to fulfill her end of the bargain. "We found out that Matthew Varnes was supposed to go on a date the night he was killed. We found the Okcupid profile of a woman named Helena. She goes to U of M and we plan on looking for her tomorrow and ask questions. I'll let you know what we find when we get her."
Sakeena nodded as she folded her arms. "Mhmm. And the detective who is blackmailing you?"
"Her name is Jessica Hillier. She's with the narcotics division. I can try to find out where she will be and let you know but it might take a few days."
"Oh no that won't be necessary." Sakeena said with a wave of her hand. "Melissa has ways of finding people. Just keep us informed of what you learn about this Helena."
"Sounds good." Kirstin said, smiling at Sakeena as she stared into her brown eyes. She was so used to being the professional when interacting with citizens, it was nice getting to see someone with their hair down. She didn't realize how long she'd been staring as Sakeena started to lower her eyes, making Kirstin self conscious. "I uh...should get going."
"I'll let you out." Sakeena said, emerging from her coat and forgetting that she was nude. She opened the door and heard Kirstin clear her throat. Looking down ,Sakeena gasped, folding her arms over herself one more time as her face turned red. "Heheh, um...thanks for helping me. I guess I'll see you again?"
Kirstin didn't mean to stare at Sakeena, but it was hard to resist looking at the blushing woman once more, this probably being the last chance Kirstin would see Sakeena's gorgeous breasts and well rounded hips. "I guess so...I'll try to call next time."
Sakeena's lips puckered as she let Kirstin walk through the door. She waited until the detective was at the edge of the porch before saying, "You don't need to...just um knock next time."
"Sure." Kirstin said, walking down the steps and turning back to say "Bye." With her fears of being in Jessica's pocket gone, Kirstin made it into her car with a fluttering sensation in her chest, almost like she felt she presented herself well at a job interview, or a date.
Perhaps it was the fact that she got to get some revenge on Sakeena for her betrayal, or maybe it was because she felt less trapped, but for whatever the reason, Kirstin drove the rest of the way home re-playing the scenario of Sakeena's robe opening up in her head, trying to imagine her rainbow colored panties with the two matching symbols for women hand in hand.
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