Pam screamed along with the other revelers. She and her best friend Becky were in the middle of Bourbon Street enjoying the last day of Mardi Gras. They had saved for over a year to pay for the trip. If her ex-boyfriend Wayne could see her now he'd surely want her back.
She and Becky worked as nurses in their hometown of St. Augustine. In all of her twenty-one years, she'd never had this much fun. Pam and Becky had decided to dress like prostitutes. Pam had on a sequenced short set and Becky was decked out in a leather short set. To be even more daring they didn't put on panties.
Pam's strawberry blond hair cascaded over ample breast. Beads of every color and size hung from her neck. In two days, she and Becky would return home to their boring lives. Pam was thinking strongly of getting back with her ex-boyfriend Wayne. He was a waste of time, but at least she would have someone. He couldn't kiss and he had no ideal of how to please a woman. But he was better than no one she thought.
A man on a balcony seemed to be beckoning to her. He was yelling and motioning to her to pull her shorts down for the beads he held in his hand. Becky started goading her on. Pam thoughts were quite dulled by the two hurricane drinks she had drank earlier. She knew it was against the law to pull down your pants but she was caught up in the moment. She was surrounded by so many people and her excitement level was over the top. She hooked her thumbs in her shorts and shimmied them down past her crotch then pulled them quickly up. The crowd roared its approval and beads were thrown her way.
A strong hand grabbed her arm and started pulling her. She was unsteady on her feet and being pulled and bumped into. Pam turned trying to yell for Becky but she couldn't see her in the crowd. She was pushed up to a wall. Her hands were pulled back and handcuffed.
"Miss, you're under arrest for indecent exposure," said an authoritative voice.
"No, officer. Please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," cried Pam.
"That's for sure. I'm going to take you to the holding vehicle where you'll be transported to jail."
Pam cried and begged as he pulled her along the street. The sound of people having fun became more distant. What would Becky think when she couldn't find her. The officer maintained silence as he pulled her along. Pam could see he was taller than her and dark headed. He had on a big bomber jacket, t-shirt and jeans. Without warning he stopped, opened a gate and pulled Pam inside. Pushing her face first into a creeping vine wall, he covered her eyes and warned her not to make a sound.
He guided her along slowly. They stopped again and she could hear him using a key. She was pushed into a building. The air was oppressive like an empty old building. He guided her through two more doors. When he closed the last one, Pam could hear a key locking the door. Again she was pushed up to a wall. Her hands were released only to be shackled again to a chain hanging over her head. She sobbed quietly now. She didn't know where she was, but jail would have been better. There was a click and she could see light through her blindfold. The man moved about humming a tune. Pam was so afraid she was shaking uncontrollably.
He came up behind her and ran his hands all over her body. Pam moaned from fright.
