The Hijabi Detective

Introducing Detective Nabila

Warning: This story contains erotic and adult themes. If this offends you or you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this story.

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My name is Nabila. I am a 27 year old Hijabi Muslim woman. I am also a Lead Detective in the police department. It is very rare for Muslim women to go into law enforcement but from a young age I had a strong sense of justice and doing the right thing. I was determined that I would work in a role that would allow me the tools to make a difference.

I don't mean to boast but I am considered very sharp and intelligent which is why I came up the ranks so fast in the department. I know that I am breaking barriers as the only hijabi woman in the police department, and that too in a Lead Detective role. I have solved almost all the cases in a short span of time.

I live with my loving parents and a younger sister Madiha who's 22. She's the exact opposite of me. While I am serious and nerdy, she's always joking and playing pranks. As her older sister, unfortunately I am the target of most of her pranks and silly games and it annoys me to no end.

Despite being 27, I am single. I don't mean to boast but I am considered a beautiful woman by most. I have dark brown hair framing my light brown face. My dreamy eyes compliment my sharp nose and red full lips. I am also very fashionable and like to wear good clothes and look good. Which girl doesn't? Since turning 15 I have received attention from men but as a Muslim woman I know my limits and have always politely refused. That's why today at 27 I am still single which bothers me a little bit but my parents a lot more. And my devilish lister Madiha can't stop teasing me about how I can't get a man which really frustrates me.

Firstly I can get a man whenever I want and I have always had men falling over me but I like to play hard to get plus I am also very focused on my professional role as a detective. I don't have time for silly games and dates and a lot of Muslim men are intimidated by professional, young achieving Muslim women so they are scared to approach for marriage. Or if they do then they ask me to quit my job which is impossible. I love my job.

From the above it would like I an angel. Well I don't want to sound arrogant but I do have a lot going for me. But I also have two weaknesses which I hate to admit. Despite all that I said above, I do feel lonely and desperately horny at times. As a Muslim woman, I will only wait for marriage but at 27 I am also getting a little desperate which I will never admit to anyone, least of all to any guy. So I want to find the right guy, not a typical sexist Muslim man but a smart, independent, feminist Muslim man who can match up to me. I hope I find him soon because my body already craves his touch.

My second weakness is that for all my sharpness and intelligence in solving cases, I can be a bit clumsy and flat footed at times which often leads to embarrassing moments that I hate. For example I dropped coffee all over my white blouse the other day and I had to walk around with a brown stain all over my breasts. That must have looked comical on my otherwise prim and proper outfit and everyone who saw me started snickering. Then there was this time when we were going into a building to investigate a robbery case and it was a little slippery that day due to the rain. I was wearing a black fashionable blouse with cream coloured dress pants looking very prim and beautiful as always. I got out of the car and did my ramp walk towards the building. One minute I was feeling like a queen and the next, my right foot slipped and with a large thud I landed on my big butt. Wait did I say big butt? Shut up!! My butt is not big at all... only that little devil Madiha calls my butt big. Grrrr! So anyway I landed on the mud on my butt clumsily and let out a girly scream. The men in my department all stopped in their tracks and looked at me. I hated being all helpless and a damsel in distress in front of the men particularly when I am their boss. But I tried to get up and my foot slipped again and my butt landed in the mud again. Ugghhh!! I hate my luck.

Luckily one of my assistants extended his arm and I grabbed it to get myself up. But soon I could feel wetness had creeped through the thin and soft material of my dress pants and my panties were now wet too. Grrrr!! How disgusting and embarrassing!! And I could imagine that there would be a large brown muddy wet patch on my cream coloured dress pants on my ass. It must have looked very funny because all the junior officers behind me were struggling to contain their snicker! I rolled my eyes in disgust and frustration but what I didn't know was that due to the dress pants getting wet and sticky, they were sticking to my backside like a second skin, thus making my underwear lines salient. I was now giving a great show my VPL (visible panty lines) without knowing about it. For a modest Hijabi woman whose body is sacred and always in covers, this was very embarrassing indeed.

If these clumsy accidents weren't enough, then I had to deal with the little devil Madiha at home. Like I would go for a shower and come out to find all my undergarments missing from my wardrobe. Grrrrr!! I can't believe I am this hot shot detective and this little devil is stealing my most intimate clothes from underneath my nose Ugghh! I will get her!! Who am I kidding? Although I am the hot shot detective in the family, I've never actually managed to get a proper revenge on my annoying sister for all her stupid pranks on me. She always seems to get the better of me and then mocks me on how she has outsmarted the so called lead detective. *roll eyes*.

This one time I was home in the evening and wanted to watch TV. She was in the TV room and I knew she had been sitting on her lazy ass all day watching TV. So I just went to the lounge room and told her that she was a lazy couch potato who had nothing better to do all day and it was now my turn to watch TV. She completely ignored me!!! The audacity of this girl!! Doesn't she know I am a police officer? So I gave her a warning and when I saw no response, I decided to grab the remote and change the channel myself. I saw the remote next to her on the couch and I bent slightly to pick it up. But she was too fast for me. She grabbed the remote from underneath my hands and then grabbed my wrist. I was not expecting this manoeuvre from her at all and was totally caught off guard. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me all the way down. I found myself falling over her but the sly devil that she is, she grabbed both my wrists and pulled me further towards her. I was totally helpless as I was now lying horizontally on top of her knees as she sat on the couch. She had maintained control over my wrists and had pulled them behind me on my back.

I found myself in a very embarrassing and helpless position, lying over my younger bratty sister's knees. I squirmed and struggled but she held my wrists tightly.

"Tsk tsk big sis, look at you... always boasting about what a hot shot detective you are and now look at you, over my knees, helpless"

Damn those words sting. How did she always manage to get the better of me? I cursed myself for being totally off guard and not being prepared for this. Let me go I screamed but she just laughed.

"Not so fast big sis...and you really are big aren't you?

I didn't have to guess for too long what she meant by that as I felt her hands slowly glide over my buttocks, feel their shape and softness, squeeze and pinch me. I squealed in an embarrassing girly way. And then she spanked me! How dare she... I am 6 years older than her and while I have wanted to spank her many times for her various stupid pranks, I had never managed to do it and look at her, spanking her older sister who's a policewoman. How dare she?

She spanked me a few more times, I could feel her hands burry into my soft, fleshy buttocks as I felt my butt cheeks jiggle. And then it got worse. She started pulling the floral print maxy dress I had worn. It was flimsy and light and was very easy to pull right over my struggling legs. She pulled it right over my bottom half and left in a bunch near my waist. I could hear her laughing which seeing my big buttocks..wait did I say big again? Damn it! It's not big. It's in perfect shape.

"wow what a big ass Sis!! Too many burgers and fatty food! Tsk tsk!! I winced at her insults. And she resumed her spanking. I squealed like a little girl again despite my best attempts

"No wonder you can't find a man Sis, when you wear such awful panties...
I admit that I don't have the sexiest lingerie. I find it a waste. I wear undergarments for functionality, who is going to see me in them anyway... well obviously my little devil of a sister.

She continued to flatten my fleshy buttocks while I screamed and then she made me promise that I will let her watch TV in peace, that she was not a lazy couch potato, take back my insults and admit that I have a big fat ass that deserved to be spanked. God that was humiliating but she made me say them.

Once off her knees I glared at her and left the room to retire for the night. Enough about me and my devil sister, now into the story, I mean my life as a detective.