Amy was incredibly embarrassed, standing like she was with her butt sticking out at him and her legs apart. But she got even more embarrassed as he gripped her wrists, then slid his hands up and down her arms to her body, then began to run his hands over her shoulders and back, and down onto her ass.
His hands kneaded her ass, moving all over it in what Amy thought was a more than adequate search, before they moved further down her legs. He slid them up her front then, cupping her heavy breasts. Amy was mortified, and bit her tongue as his fingers kneaded and squeezed her soft, full breast meat.
"Hmmm, there's a slight problem, honey," he said, taking his hands away.
"Wh… wh… what!" she stuttered.
"Well, your dress is too long for me to be sure you haven't got anything strapped or taped to your legs. Plus you'll have to take off those boots."
"I… I don't…"
"It's okay. It's just a little thing," he said as he pulled her upright. "Just take off the boots and dress."
Even more embarrassed, her face flaming red, she pulled off the boots. Paul let her sit down, and even helped her remove them, then helped her stand again. She turned her back on him and undid her dress, then slid it down to her ankles and stepped out of it.
He led her back to the wall and made her bend over again and spread her legs. She didn't understand why, since she was practically naked, and he could see she had nothing strapped to her legs. She obeyed, though, and flushed hotly as his hands squeezed her ass again and then went between her legs to squeeze her pussy through the thin pink panties.
He cupped her breasts again, fingers kneading them, then worked his fingers around the straps, over her shoulders, and then around her back.
"Well, I was sure we wouldn't find anything," he said, smiling as he let her straighten up.
She looked at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything.
The door opened then and the other cop looked in. His eyes went to the half-naked girl immediately and he licked his lips in appreciation as she quickly tried to cover herself with her hands.
"Found some grass and a little cocaine," the guy said.
"What!!" Amy gasped. "You couldn't have!"
"'Fraid I did, lil' lady," he grinned.
"Thanks, Joe," Paul said.
The other guy retreated, closing the door as Amy whirled on Paul. "There wasn't any drugs in the car! I'm sure of it!"
"Well, maybe someone planted it there in California," he said, "Or maybe your sister was trying to earn a little extra spending money."
"She wouldn't do that!"
"I'm sorry, Amy, but I don't see any other explanation. We'll have to investigate further, and…" He shrugged apologetically. "I'm afraid we'll have to hold you for a little while."
"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed, her lower lip trembling as she fought back tears.
"I'm sure you didn't," he said soothingly.
"I want to call my parents!"
"We'll do that. First, though, I gotta search you."
"You just did!" she exclaimed.
"Well," he made a reluctant face. "You see, Amy, when we find drugs we have to do what we call a body cavity search."
Amy's eyes widened. She knew what a body cavity search was. Susan Hopkins had regaled her with horror stories about being searched like that when she'd gotten off a plane from Jamaica.
"But I don't have any drugs!" she wailed.
"I believe you, honey," he said. "But I have to do this anyway. Now you'd best just get it over with quick. Just take off your undies and we'll hurry it up."
"But… but…"
"Come on now," he said, smiling encouragingly.
Her face flaming, and fighting back tears, Amy turned and undid her bra, then crossing her left arm across her breasts and cupping her right breast with her hand, she bent and eased her panties down with her right hand, doing a low squat as she got them to her ankles, then quickly turning sideways as she stood and stepped out of them.
She cupped her pussy with her right hand as Paul gently turned her around. "Honey, I'm afraid that's just not gonna do it," he said regretfully. "What you're gonna have to do is stand upright and place your hands behind your head."
"Wha… what! Why!" she gulped.
"Well, because some criminals, women criminals, that is, sometimes tape little packets of drugs to the underside of their breasts. If they're well endowed, that is, and you sure are."
He gripped her arms and gently pulled them apart, then raised them up high and had her link her fingers together behind her head. Amy had never been so embarrassed in her entire life as he stood to one side and pulled her hands back, making her straighten and push her chest out.
Her breasts had always been kind of embarrassing. Being a thirty-eight D-cup wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She kind of liked the way guys were all turned on around her, and how popular it made her, but it kind of embarrassed her to have them staring at her boobs all the time.
And now she was naked, completely naked, in front of a strange man who was looking her up and down very carefully indeed. Even if he was gay it was still humiliating.
"Owwww, heyyy!" she gasped.
He had her wrists in his hand and had jerked her upper body way back so she was arched painfully.
"Sorry. Sorry. Just had to make sure there wasn't anything there," he said. "Okay, honey, now you can turn around and put your hands against the wall."
She obeyed, gulping back tears still.
His hands went first to her hair, sliding all through it very carefully. "Owww!" she yelped, as he pulled on it.
"Sorry," he said.
"What are you doing!"
"Some women hide things in their hair."
"How could you hide anything in hair?" she demanded resentfully.
"You could hide razors, needles, wires, other things. You got really thick, long hair. Here, we'd better remove these."