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girl seemed a perfect vision of wanton surrender. It was several minutes before Lucy regained her composure.
    'Pritchard. Come here.'
    Now the Welsh girl was only inches away. Lucy resisted the urge to touch her. Make her do it herself, she thought. Get her used to it.
    That bra contravenes regulations,' she said, it hardly covers your nipples. Well? Don't just stand there. Where are your nipples?'
    Lucy could see the large pink aureoles very clearly through the thin material, but she still felt a thrill at the sight of Pritchard placing a tense fingertip on the point of each cup of the bra.
    4 Very witty, Constable,' Lucy sneered, pretending that her shaking was the result of suppressed anger, i know where they are, you stupid girl. I want you to show them to me!'
    With trembling hands, Pritchard pulled aside the flimsy cups of the bra, exposing her firm, white, freckled, pink-tipped breasts. And at last she dared to look shyly up into the Inspector's face.
    'Very good, Constable,' Lucy snapped. 'Leave them like that. Lift your skirt. Higher than that, you little fool. Up to your waist. And keep those tits uncovered.'
    Pritchard's stockings were black and seamless, held up by a plain black suspender belt. Her panties were of black cotton. The flesh between her stockings and her panties looked, by comparison, completely white and smooth. Lucy was seized with a desire to fall to her knees and kiss that cool pale skin, but she mastered herself.
    'Don't squeeze your legs together, girl, you'll fall over. Come on, knees apart. Wider than that. That's better. Now then: what do you mean by wearing knickers on duty?'
    'But - But surely ... I mean - Well, goodness gracious, it can't be against regulations to wear a pair of knickers, now, can it?'
    'Constable, are you trying to tell me I don't know the rules? Well?'
    'No, Inspector.'
    'Just as well for you. I've got regulations specific to my team, Constable. One of which is that my driver doesn't wear knickers. Understood?'
    'Yes, Inspector.'
    'Well don't just bloody well stand there, Pritchard. Get them off!'
    Lucy couldn't decide where to look: at the slowly revealed bush of blonde curls, with the hint of a pink slit showing as the girl struggled to step out of the black panties; at the little breasts, jiggling so prettily; or at Pritchard's face, with its flaming cheeks, tear-filled eyes, and perfect upper teeth biting into the lower lip.
    I can't let her off the hook, Lucy thought, but it's time to let the line run out a little. 'Very good, Constable,' she said. 'Clothing inspection over. Button yourself up, and we'll be on our way.'
    'Knickers, Inspector?'
    'Knickers to you, Constable. Leave them here - No, we mustn't litter the countryside. Give them to me. You won't be needing them again until you go off duty. Regulations must be obeyed. And what are you doing with your skirt? Did I tell you to put it back? Lift it up again - right up. You'll stay like that until we reach Hendon; you'll look perfectly respectable sitting behind the wheel. I'm sure you'll get to like the feel of leather on your bare bottom. Now jump to it!'
    They had returned to^the motorway, and had driven in silence for some time. Lucy leant forward, blew gently on the back of her driver's neck, and ran a scarlet fingernail along her driver's stockinged thigh. The Rover swerved, then straightened.
    'Steady, Constable,' Lucy whispered. 'You've got to pay attention if you want to succeed with me. And you do want to succeed with me, don't you?'
    'Yes, Inspector.'
    'Good girl. We do understand each other, then. And, of course, you understand that I'll have to punish you for wearing knickers on duty?'
    'But Inspector, J didn't know -'
    ignorance is no excuse, my dear.'
    'But I've got a clean sheet, Inspector. I've never had a disciplinary report before, and -'
    'Calm yourself, Constable. I'm sure we can avoid that outcome. I have a rather less drastic form of punishment in mind.'
    'Oh, thank you, Inspector.'
    'I