I pressed my forehead to the window of the car, defeated.

Then I had a thought. "You could drive me."

He put his hands over mine, spreading them further apart on the roof. "No, ma'am, I can't drive you…I have to arrest you."

I groaned, shaking my head, my stomach lurching again. "Is that really necessary?"

I felt his hands on my ankles, which were bare, since I was wearing Birkenstocks and a sundress. His palms felt enormous as he slid his hands up my calves.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I breathed, turning to look down at him squatting behind me.

"Searching you," he replied calmly, his hands slipping further up, past my knees. He was under my dress, now, instead of over it, touching bare skin.

"Is this really necessary?" My breath caught as his fingers worked their way up my inner thighs. "It's not like I could carry a concealed weapon under a sundress, right?"

"I don't know." His voice was low and he stood behind me, his hands not moving from my inner thighs. My dress pulled up as he stood, and I felt his fingers brush between my legs. "Feels like you've got quite a bit concealed under here."

Mortified, I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I’d been in a hurry when I left and had thrown on the dress, but hadn't bothered with panties since I knew I had an extra set of clothes in my bag. I glanced toward his cruiser, hoping to see the little red light of a camera in the window, but I saw nothing.

His hand moved up under my dress, over my hips, grabbing my ass. I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe as he cupped my bare breasts in his hands, my dress pulled all the way up now, leaving me fully exposed.

"Oh my God," I whispered as he pressed in behind me, his belt digging into the flesh of my back. "What are you doing?"

I knew in that moment, there were scarier things than getting arrested. I felt his breath against my neck and something hard against my hip. I thought it might be his gun.