The Bad Cop

"There's a Mariners game tonight," Dave answered. "They're playing the Boston Red Sox. Should be a big crowd."

Up ahead in the distance I could see Seattle's two major sports stadiums side-by-side - Qwest Field, the home of the NFL's Seattle Seahawks, and Safeco Field, where the Seattle Mariners played major league baseball. As we approached Safeco, Megan turned onto the street that ran past the entrance gates and then stopped in the heavy traffic in front of it. Dave opened the door and jumped out.

"I'll go get the Boston boys settled in. I'll see you soon." He looked back at me. "And we'll see you soon too, Laurie," he said with a grin as he slammed the door and headed towards one of the gates. By now, as you can guess, I was about ready to jump out of my very naked skin.

"What's going on, Megan?"

"Well, right now we're going to find a parking spot."

"No, I mean where in the hell are you expecting me to streak?"

"We'll talk about that in just a minute, dear. Be patient or I'll let you out here to walk along side the car to our parking spot."

My panic was rising rapidly as Megan snaked her way through traffic and pulled into the entrance of a nearby parking lot. I tried to burrow down as deeply into the seat as I dared as she rolled down her window and handed a $10 bill to the parking lot attendant. Amazingly the guy didn't see me in the back seat as we pulled into the lot. Megan backed into a parking spot at the rear of the lot and turned off the engine. I watched as she climbed out the front door and then walked around and opened the rear door opposite mine and scooted in next to me.

"Okay, I think it's time to tell you the plan," she said.

"Megan, what are we doing here? Where in the hell are you expecting me to streak?"

"Where do you think?"

"Here?"

"No, silly. In the ballpark of course."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You mean you guys have a private suite or something in there?"

"No, hon, we're just poor cops. We can't afford luxury suites. We'll be sitting in the stands."

By then my heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode from my chest. "Y-you expect me to streak in the stands?"

"No, dear. We expect you to streak on the field."

"What?!" I exploded. "I didn't agree to that! You said I'd be streaking a private party for some cops, not in front of 30,000 people!"

"Actually they're expecting more than 45,000 tonight. And I never said anything about the party being private. Our friends from Boston are big Red Sox fans and we'll be partying with them in the stands. We thought we'd throw in a little surprise for them."

"No fucking way! I didn't agree to anything like this!"

"YES YOU DID!" she screamed and I was taken back by her sudden anger. "And you're NOT going to back out now. Trust me, girl, I'm the last person you want to fuck with!"

I could barely breathe. "No, Megan, please. I can't do this. This is too much. Take me in for drunk driving if you want but I just can't do this."

Megan's voice became measured and firm now. "I can't very well take you in now for drunk driving when you're not drunk and not driving can I? No, you agreed to do this and you're damn sure going to do it. There are going to be half a dozen cops sitting with me in the stands and by God I'll make sure every one of them makes your life a living hell if you don't. Not only will I lock you out of this car naked right here and now but the next time you get pulled over you won't be busted for just a DUI."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I might just find some drugs in your car."

I gasped as the full impact of the situation I was in hit me. I really thought I was going to be ill and began to hyperventilate. Megan sat quietly for a minute waiting for me to calm down. Finally she spoke again in a softer voice. "Listen Laurie it won't be that bad. It'll be over in a minute or two and then I'll never bother you again."

"But won't I get arrested?"

"Of course. There's nothing we can do to prevent that, but it'll only be a slap on the wrist. You'll probably just be charged with misdemeanor trespassing and indecent exposure. It won't be more than a few hundred dollar fine and I'll even pay that for you. If you do good I may even try to pull some strings and get the charges dropped. I've got a lot of friends in the DA's office. At worst you're exchanging a DUI for a couple of minor charges."

"But it's going to be humiliating!"

"Yeah, it probably will be. But why not have fun with it? I can tell you're a little turned on by the idea."

I leaned back against the door desperately thinking about how I could get out of this, but I knew I was trapped. That, of course, had been her plan all along. She had deliberately withheld the true nature of what I'd be doing knowing I might prefer to be arrested for drunk driving instead. She then forced me to get naked for the trip into town leaving me with no easy way out without being humiliated anyway. If I refused now she could simply leave me stranded naked in downtown Seattle. Even if I managed to get out of here somehow I was still faced with the prospect of having a vengeful dirty cop out to get me. My head began spinning as I came to the realization that I might actually have to go through with what she wanted, as unimaginable as that seemed. I looked down at my nude body. "I..I can't just walk in there like this can I?"

Megan smiled, knowing she had won. "Of course not." She reached behind the seat and pulled out a small duffel bag removing a pair of cloth shorts and a Mariners t-shirt. "Put these on and we'll head for the game."

It was about three blocks to the stadium but I barely remembered making the walk. I think I was in a state of shock. If the crowd outside the ballpark was any indication the stadium was going to be packed. And they were all going to see me naked.

INTO THE STADIUM

Megan handed me a ticket as we passed through the gate and headed up a nearby escalator. "That's a prime ticket, girl. You're going to be in the front row." I could tell the sadistic bitch was getting a big kick out of this. As we walked through the crowded concession area I could see the baseball diamond below us and almost felt sick again knowing I would soon be running naked on it. Megan pointed at the aisle I was to go down. "Your seat is in the front row right next to the field near the Red Sox dugout." She pulled me aside and lowered her voice to make sure no one around us could hear.

"Okay, here's the plan, Laurie. Go down to your seat and enjoy the game for awhile. You won't be doing your thing until after the crowd sings "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" during the seventh inning stretch. There are security people surrounding the field between innings so make sure you wait until after the action starts again. I want to make sure everyone is in their seats and looking at the field anyway," she laughed. "You can do it anytime during the bottom of the seventh but make sure you're on the field naked before the final out."

She looked around again to make sure no one was listening in. "Once you start stripping you'll need to do it fast and get moving. You can't hesitate or you'll be caught. And I don't want to see you running around the edge of the field either. It will be too hard for a lot of people in the stands to see you. I want you running straight out towards centerfield."

She looked down at my feet. "I've been going back and forth about whether to let you wear your shoes. You'd be able to run better but I like the idea of you being totally naked. Leave the shoes behind, too."

I listened numbly not believing this was really happening to me. I began wishing that I was still that fat girl from a year ago. I seriously doubted that Megan or anyone else would have asked me to run around naked back then.

"And I don't want to see you trying to cover up either," she continued. "Give the crowd a good show. And if you get caught before you make it onto the field you'll still owe me a streak and I'll make damn sure the next one is even worse. If you don't try at all...well, you know what's going to happen."

"Now I'll be sitting with my friends in the next section over. It'll be close enough that I'll be able to keep an eye on you so don't even think about trying to sneak out." She looked down on the field and then back at me. "Give me a good minute or two out there before you're caught by security and we'll call it square. Any less than that and I may need to get you naked again somewhere else." With that she slapped me on the butt. "Don't let me down girl."

THE GAME

I settled into my seat just as the Mariners ran onto the field to begin the game. I was right in the front row next to the aisle about thirty feet or so from the third base bag. To my right I could see the Red Sox players milling in their dugout about twenty feet away and between the dugout and my seat was a spot reserved for professional photographers. Four of them were there with expensive camera gear set up to photograph the game. Just fucking great, I thought.

Mark had been a big Mariners fan so I'd been to the ballpark with him a few times before, but we'd always sat much higher in the stands in the nosebleed sections. It would've been fun to sit this close to the field under different circumstances but tonight I knew I wouldn't be enjoying it. I looked up at the sky and saw that the retractable roof was open without a cloud in sight in the evening sky. No chance of a rainout, I thought miserably.

I heard the crowd cheer as pitcher Jamie Moyer threw a strike to start the game. The stadium was definitely packed. The Mariners were having a bad season but the Red Sox were a big enough draw to bring out a full house tonight. I began to look at the route Megan had ordered me to take and saw it would be easy to jump onto the field from where I was sitting. She had obviously planned this well. The hard part would be stripping off my clothes and getting started and I had no idea if I'd really be able to go through with it when the time came. I'm not sure what I feared more, being able to do it or not being able to do it. I couldn't bear the thought of the consequences of either choice.

The crack of the bat interrupted my thoughts as I saw the ball being driven deep into left field and over the fence. There was a mixture of groans and cheers as a surprising number of Red Sox fans in the crowd stood to cheer as Manny Ramirez circled the bases. 1-0 Boston. I looked around to see if I could spot Megan and her buddies and found them about 30 rows back in the next section over. Next to Megan and Dave were a couple of guys in Red Sox jerseys. Must be the Boston boys, I thought. Enjoy the show you bastards. Megan spotted me looking her direction and gave me a wink.

The inning ended and I watched as the security people came out onto the edge of the field. There were two security people on the third base side and two more on the other side of the field and they didn't look like a terribly formidable bunch. They were dressed in the same shirts as the ushers and two of them were women - one of them middle-aged. It looked like their presence was mainly a formality rather than actual security meant to discourage people from running onto the field. In addition to the four security people there were two uniformed cops - one stationed in each dugout. The cop nearest to me took up a position in front of the Red Sox dugout about twenty feet away from where I was sitting and he didn't look like he would win any sprinting medals either. As Ichiro Suzuki stepped up to the plate to begin the bottom of the first inning the cop stepped back into the Boston dugout and the security people all disappeared into seats well away from where I was sitting. By the looks of the "security" I'd be halfway out to centerfield before anyone even reacted.

I knew now that there was really nothing to prevent me from taking off my clothes and running across the field if that's what had to happen. As much as I wanted to just flip Megan off and leave the ballpark right now I knew in my gut that she wouldn't hesitate to follow through on her threats. For a moment I contemplated just going home, packing up my stuff and moving to someplace far away. But this was where all my friends and family were. This was my home. I'd never wanted to live anywhere else. It was at this moment that I knew that I had to do it...I had to run naked on the field in front of 45,000 people. This realization sent a fresh wave of nervous energy through my body mixed with undeniable feelings of arousal. I could feel myself getting wet and out of the corner of my eye I caught the guy sitting next to me looking down at my breasts before quickly glancing away. I looked down and could see that my hard nipples were noticeably pushing out the thin cloth of the t-shirt I'd been given to wear. I tried to relax but as each pitch led me closer to my destiny my feelings of anxiety and arousal only increased.

By the end of the third inning a new urge came over me – the need to pee. I could feel eyes on me as I made my way up the aisle knowing I was still on high beam and obviously wearing nothing beneath this thin Mariners t-shirt. As I made my way through the concourse area toward the restroom the urge to sprint for the exit was almost irresistible, but somehow I managed to stay on course. After relieving myself I quickly washed my hands and splashed some water on my face in the vain hope it would help relax me. I could see the woman next to me looking disapprovingly at my outfit and for the first time I saw just how tightly the shorts and shirt clinged to my body. I would have been embarrassed to death just wearing this to the game if I hadn't been so thankful to be wearing any clothes at all and so focused on the ultimate humiliation ahead of me. As I walked out of the restroom into the concourse Megan was waiting for me.

"Feeling better?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any thoughts of bolting for the exit."

"I wasn't. I just had to go to the bathroom."

"That's fine. Now back to your seat. This should hold you until the seventh inning."

"Megan, isn't there anything else I can do besides this? I'm so scared and nervous I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"Nope. This is what you're going to do." She looked down at my breasts. "It looks like you're a lot more than just scared and nervous, girl. You're as horny as hell too aren't you?"

"I can't help this Megan. I hate it."

She laughed. "It looks like we've found a submissive streak in you. It's too bad I've promised to let you go after this. I could have some real fun with you."

"Megan you promised! If I do this you've got to leave me alone."

"Oh, I will, as long as I don't catch you driving shitfaced again anyway. If that happens all bets are off. Now back to your seat. Don't disappoint me, little girl."

TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME

I watched Raul Ibanez settle under the fly ball in left field to end the inning. The Mariners had tied the game 3-3 the previous inning but by that point I was pretty much oblivious to what was happening on the field. The top of the seventh had just ended and the mixture of panic, fear, anxiety and arousal pulsing through me was almost indescribable. Ever since I'd made the decision earlier that I was going to have to do what Megan wanted I'd felt like someone stranded on a boat that had reached the point of no return and was being swept helplessly downstream towards Niagara Falls.

The moment I'd been dreading for the past couple of hours had arrived. Over the PA system the announcer said: "Ladies and gentleman please rise to your feet for the seventh inning stretch and join us in singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame!" I rose with the rest of the crowd but my legs felt as wobbly as a newborn calf's and I wondered for a moment if I'd even be able to run when the time came. I looked back in the stands and saw Megan glaring at me with a "don't you dare fuck with me" look. As the song came to an end most of the crowd remained on their feet as "Louie, Louie" came blaring through the speakers. I slumped down onto my seat and used my toes to slide off first one shoe and then the other. I looked around nervously as if this act would somehow give away what I was about to do. The rest of the crowd settled into their seats as security walked off of the field and the two cops wandered back into their respective dugouts. Ichiro was leading off the inning and he stepped up to the plate.

For the past couple of innings I'd been contemplating on what order to strip off my clothes when this unthinkable moment arrived. Should I take my shirt off first and then the shorts or would it be less conspicuous to take my shorts off first? I'd finally decided to start with the shorts but now that the time had come I felt paralyzed. I was unable to move as Ichiro swung at and missed the first pitch. Strike one.

The idea of removing my clothes in this crowd seemed too much for my brain to wrap itself around. It was so contrary to my previous life as a shy, self-conscious fatty that there was no frame of reference to attach it to. It was as if I'd been transported through time from a previous century and been told to drive the first car I'd ever seen. The pitcher fired the second pitch and Ichiro watched it go by. Strike two.

As I sat their immobilized I began to despair at the thought that I might have to incur Megan's wrath. At that moment Ichiro fouled the third pitch high up into the air and it drifted in the night sky toward my seat. The crowd around me rose to its feet at the chance to snag a foul ball and I quickly slid my shorts around my butt, down my legs and over my feet; then shoved them under the seat and pulled the t-shirt down as far as I could. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed but all eyes were riveted on the foul ball as the Red Sox third baseman drifted over to catch it only a few feet from where I was sitting.

One out, but now I was just a t-shirt away from being naked. The sensation of my bare ass on the hard plastic seat stirred another wave of arousal as I tugged the shirt down with both hands hoping no one would notice that I no longer had any shorts on. I watched as Randy Wynn, the next Mariners' batter, strolled up to the batter's box and promptly slapped the very first pitch at the second baseman who scooped it up and easily threw him out at first.

"That was too fast!" I wanted to scream. Two outs. Only one out left and if I didn't run out onto the field before the inning was over I knew Megan would use that as an excuse to continue harassing me. As Bret Boone stepped up to the plate I knew I couldn't wait any longer--Boone could potentially go out on the very first pitch just like Wynn had done. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer, then pulled the shirt over my head and let it drop to the ground. Heads swiveled in my direction and I could see the startled looks of those around me. I hesitated for a moment in my seat but I knew I couldn't delay. I was committed now and had no choice but to get moving. I stood up, put my foot on the rail and jumped onto the field as naked as the day I was born.

THE STREAK

I stumbled briefly as I landed on the grass but gathered myself and began running past the third baseman towards centerfield. I couldn't believe I was doing this! I was really naked in front of 45,000 people! I heard the crowd roar and for a second I thought that Boone had hit the ball. I looked back quickly toward home plate and saw that the game had stopped and the players were all looking my direction. I was the reason for the crowd's reaction.

My breasts were bouncing uncomfortably as I ran and I held them briefly with my hands but then remembered Megan's warning not to cover myself and let them drop to my side again. I looked back over my shoulder and saw my jump on security wasn't as good as I'd hoped and the cop from the Red Sox dugout was already starting to close in on me. To my right I could see three more security people and the other uniformed cop running toward me from the first base side of the field. Since I'd already humiliated myself beyond belief I decided that I was going to evade them as long as possible. I wasn't going to give Megan any excuses to continue harassing me.