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.