The Great Robbery

Terry Winston was the most infamous and feared police officer in Las Vegas. She had a mission and she carried it out to the letter. No one wanted to end up on her side of the handcuffs. Terry earned her spot when she stopped a great heist from occurring. A man named Landon Powell was planning on robbing the great casino of Las Vegas, and Terry was there to stop him. Terry made a name for herself, and in doing so she also made a lot of enemies.

Everyone behind bars hated Terry. And little did Terry know it was about to catch up to her. Terry had a precious secret that she never wanted anyone to find out about. See Terry appeared to be intimidating. That’s one of the reasons she could dominate some of the toughest men, but if they knew the truth, they would never fear her ever again.

Terry was on patrol, sitting in her car, and eyeing the strip. That’s when she saw a figure walk into an alleyway. Having her suspicions, Terry stepped out of her car and approached cautiously. When she entered the alleyway she noticed a man stuffing something into his pocket, a necklace.

Terry raised her gun and shouted. “Freeze, hands in the air!”

The man stopped in his tracks and raised his hands, “Is there’s something I can help you with?” The man said, in a surprisingly deep voice.

“What did you just put in your pocket?” Terry demanded.

“It’s none of your business,” the man said. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

The man slowly turned around to face Terry. Terry looked the man up and down. He was slim, wearing a fedora and an all black suit. His shoes were alligator skinned and dyed black and when he smiled, his gold tooth shined bright. “You’re a thief that’s what you are!” Terry yelled.

The man smiled. He took a step towards Terry who pointed her gun at him, finger on the trigger. “You think you’re so high and mighty, Officer Terry, but you don’t know when to stop. My men have you surrounded and nobody is going to be helping you. You better cooperate or things will take an ugly turn,” he said. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Anthony Powell. I’m sure you are familiar with my brother. It was you who stopped him after all.”

“You’re going to rot in prison with your brother,” Terry spat.

“For what?” Anthony asked. “For picking up a necklace that belongs to me?”

“F-for resisting arrest!” Terry yelled. “And threatening an officer of the law.”

“I wasn’t under the impression I was under arrest,” Anthony said. “And I’m the only being threatened in this scenario. Do you really have no idea who I am? I run this city. I have the mayor in my back pocket. I don’t think you understand what’s happening here, Officer Terry. I am not someone you want to infuriate.”

Then Anthony pulled out an M-16. “Before you do anything you’ll regret, let me clarify who I am. My brother used to be the Godfather until he dishonored the family. Then I took over his spot. That’s right, I am the Mafia. And you are not in a good situation. If you turn around you’ll notice your way out is blocked, but if you do what I say, I’ll make sure you walk scott free.”

Terry turned around and her eyes widened. She saw a group of men all standing by, pointing guns at her of various sizes.

“Drop your gun, Miss Terry. We do not need to cause a problem here,” Anthony said.

Terry gulped, but did as she was told. She dropped her gun and kicked it over to where Anthony stood and raised her hands. “P-please,” Terry said. “I-i’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Anthony said. “We understand. We forgive you, but you cost us a lot of men, Miss Terry. And now you mist pay your debts.”

“What do you want?” Terry asked.

“I want your clothes,” Anthony said. “All of them.”

“W-what?” Terry said in surprise.

“Your clothes. All of them. Take them off,” Anthony repeated. “Now or I’ll order my men to open fire. And you will die. Is that what you want?”

Terry gulped. She undid her belt and pulled her pants down, reluctantly revealing her Strawberry Shortcake underwear. Terry blushed in embarrassment while the mafia members all laughed. She dropped her belt on the ground along with everything else. She then pulled her shirt off revealing her padded bra underneath.

“Underwear too,” Anthony ordered.

Terry gulped. Her lip quivered. “I-I can’t strip n-naked,” she said. “P-please, I’m sorry. I’ll never bother you again.”

“Strip now or I’ll have my men do it for you,” Anthony said.

Terry sobbed and put her thumbs in her panties, pulling them down. As her panties dropped to her ankles, a flash went off. Terry’s eyes widened and she saw one of the men had a camera in one hand in a gun in the other. He took pictures of Terry, her bald pussy completely visible.

Terry hesitated as she reached for her bra. “Please,” Terry begged. “Don’t make me do this.”

Anthony simply leaned his gun against Terry’s bare skin. “Now, do it,” he said.

Terry cried as she unsnapped her bra and let it fall, the padding falling out with it. Terry stood there completely naked, her secrets revealed to everyone as her small itty bitty titties were on full display. Terry felt so embarrassed as they all laughed at her. “Looks like Officer Terry isn’t so intimidating with her baby chest on display,” one of the men said with a grin.

Terry cried as she saw the camera flashes going off. “You may leave now,” Anthony said. “But you better remember this. If you ever mess with my men and my business ever again, this will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you.”

“C-can I have my clothes?” Terry whimpered.

“Of course not,” Anthony said. “Now, one last thing.”

“What?” Terry asked.

“Say hello to the whole world,” Anthony said. 

Anthony smiled as he pointed to the rooftops. Terry reluctantly followed his finger and saw the line of reporters and camera crews all pointing their big cameras at her. All watching from afar. Terry was shoved out of the alleyway and she saw herself on every screen in the city, and even more. Terry cried and cried, but before she could try to cover herself, she felt her hands get cuffed. Terry watched as Anthony climbed into her cruiser and drove away leaving her stranded naked without a car or clothes in the middle of the Las Vegas strip. Even more, the cameras kept filming her as Terry finally gave up and collapsed, crying. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and didn’t know what to do. Her life was ruined. Her dignity was stolen. Her reputation was over. This was truly the greatest robbery she had ever experienced. And there was no way she could get any of it back now.

It all started because she didn’t know who the mafia truly was. And now that she did, she could never confront them about it.

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