“Ma’am, that’s not the way things work around here. Now, ma’am, I gotta ask this, but why aren’t you wearing any clothes.”

I had no answer to that, or none that I wanted to share. I couldn’t say because I’m a freak who gets kicks out of driving around naked, or if I had done I’m sure it wouldn’t have helped my case. I just shrugged, and realised that every time I made any movement that made my breasts move he was going to end up staring straight at them. I folded my arms across my chest and felt my nipples pressing into my forearms; maybe I didn’t feel turned on, but nobody had told my body that.

“Well, do you have something you can wear now?”

I shook my head. I knew someday that doing this would get me into trouble, and I had always enjoyed the trouble I had gotten into, but not this time.

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