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Jeff Malone sat alone in his hotel room when he heard a knock on the door. He stood up from the bed and flipped off the TV and walked to the door and opened it. A pretty young blonde woman walked in, a seductive smile on her face.
“Are you Brad,” she asked.
He nodded as he closed and locked the door.
She walked in and set her handbag down on the room’s dresser next to the TV.
She was dressed in a tight fitting white blouse which came just above her waist, leaving a thin line of skin showing between where the blouse stopped and her red plaid miniskirt began. The blouse barely covered her shoulders – just enough to hold the sleeves up, and they barely came down her arms either. Her skirt came just past the end of her tight firm ass. Her long slim legs were covered by a pair of knee socks and her feet slid into a pair of high-heeled dress shoes.
“Do you like my school-girl outfit,” she asked, circling around him.
He smiled and nodded.
“Very much. It compliments your body very nicely.”
She hiked up the skirt and showed him her red thong panties.
“I’m a bad girl,” she said. “For a little extra, maybe you might have to give me a spanking. Teach me a lesson.”
“Were the rates discussed with you on the phone?”
Jeff shook his head.
“Two hundred dollars for a half hour. Three-fifty for a full hour. A thousand dollars even gets you the whole night and I am completely yours. Whatever you want to do with me.”
She sauntered over to him and leaned in to his ear.
“Or to me,” she whispered.
Jeff grinned and walked over to the night-table and opened the drawer.
“Congratulations,” he said, pulling out his badge and showing it to her. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear.”
“Fuck,” she said.
He motioned for her to spin around and he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He walked over to her and pulled her arms behind her back and locked them around her wrists.
“You’re under arrest for soliciting prostitution…Kendra…I’m doubting that’s your real name.”
“Lacey,” she said. “Lacey Greene. Damn, this figures.”
“And what’s that, Lacey,” asked Jeff.
“That the first time I go out and do something like this, I end up getting sent to an undercover cop.”
Jeff looked at her and sat her down on the bed.
“Is this really your first time?”
“And last. This is probably a sign that it’s not a profession I should be in.”
“Probably not. I shouldn’t be asking this, but you don’t exactly look like the type to be turning tricks. You look more like the college girl type.”
“I am in college,” she said.
“Student loans killing you?”
“The honest truth?”
“It can’t hurt you at this point.”
“I’m kind of a rich little daddy’s girl. My tuition’s paid for, I don’t have anything to worry about. Not what you’re thinking, though. I don’t go around getting myself into trouble. Truth is, I’ve always been a good girl. Straight as an arrow. Never been in any kind of trouble, never even had a traffic ticket, because I’ve always been so afraid of disappointing my parents. Hell, I’m nineteen, it’s my freshman year, and the truth is, I only got laid for the first time at a party a few weeks ago. This here tonight…I met a woman who runs an agency and this was just my first real act of rebellion.”
“You thought that if you did this, that if you continued to do this, sooner or later you wouldn’t get caught?”
“I didn’t know if I planned to continue to do it. It just seemed like something dangerous, something fun. I didn’t think I’d get sent to an undercover my first time out.”
“Well, you did.”
She hung her head.
“So malatya escort what’s next?”
“Well, Lacey, I’m a bit torn. Part of me wants to believe you’ve learned your lesson, let you go, and believe you’ll never do it again. Another part of me believes that if I let you go, you might get it into your head that it’s something you can get away with. And next time, you can use the same story to another cop and get away with it again.”
“I swear to you, Officer, if you let me go…”
“Save it, Lacey,” Jeff said. “I’ve heard it before. And the truth is, I have to take you in. Even if it’s to only check your story.”
She sighed and closed her eyes.
“Do you have ID on you?”
“In my bag?”
“May I go into your bag to retrieve your ID?”
“I need a verbal consent, Lacey.”
“Yes,” she said.
Jeff opened her bag and went through it, finding tampons, makeup, other small items, and finally a driver’s license. The picture matched as did the name she had given him. He returned it to the bag.
Jeff took her by the arm and stood her up.
“I need to pat you down,” he told her. “I’ll be as non-invasive as possible, but it’s a regulation. Understand?”
He put his hands on her hips and patted her up her torso, brushing over her chest. As he moved his hands and slid them down her hips onto her legs, he felt her hands, still cuffed behind her back, grab his crotch.
An immediate rush of blood went into his cock, but he pulled away.
“Lacey,” he said.
“Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
He took her by the arm and led her out of the room and into the elevator. They took it to the lobby and he walked her out the exit and to his unmarked car. He helped her into the back seat. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car.
The drive to the county lock-up was only about ten minutes. In the back of his car, Lacey shifted uncomfortably in her seat with her hands behind her back.
“You know my real name,” she said. “What’s yours?”
Jeff hesitated for a moment.
“Jeff,” he said, as he continued to drive.
Finally, when they reached the jail, he helped her out and led her inside. He led her down a set of stairs to and empty set of cells.
“Am I the only prisoner tonight,” she asked.
“We keep these cells for prisoners where we are keeping things off-book. If a celebrity is in town and is brought in and it’s being kept off the record, we bring them down here. Things like that.”
“I’m hardly a celebrity,” Lacey said.
“No, but if your story checks out, you have no priors, I’m going to let you spend the night down here, no official record of your arrest, let you learn your lesson, and in the morning you can go.”
He led her into a cell and closed the door.
“Hands through the bars, please,” he said.
She slid her hands through the bars and he removed her handcuffs.
“Sit tight. I’ll be back in twenty or thirty minutes.”
He walked away and Lacey sat in the cold cell, nervous as hell, but oddly, feeling a bit turned on. She’d wanted something dangerous and risky. This was certainly that. She sat on the bed, and without even realizing it, her hand was gradually sliding up her leg and under her skirt. She rubbed herself through her panties, very gently. She closed her eyes and her breaths deepened.
She had to force herself to stop. If Jeff returned to find her doing this, there was very little chance he’d actually be willing to keep this off-record.
Then an idea came to her. It was another big risk, but at this point, she was willing to take it, especially considering that it seemed like she was going to be spending the night here anyway.
Ten minutes later, she heard the maltepe escort door to the cell block open and Jeff walked back in.
“Well, your story checks out,” he said. “No priors. So you can spend your night down here, in the morning you can go and hopefully you’ll have learned your lesson.”
“I have another idea,” she said.
“And what’s that?”
“I’ve already gotten you turned on,” she said. “I could tell from when I groped you earlier.”
“And, I mean, I’m spending the night anyway. We might as well have some fun. Right?”
“Lacey, this is…um…”
His will was weakening and she could tell. She unbuttoned her blouse and it was then that he found out she wasn’t wearing a bra. His mouth gaped open as she smiled at him seductively.
“Besides,” she said. “I can’t deny that this whole experience has gotten me a bit turned on.”
He walked forward and opened the cell door and walked inside.
She sauntered closer to him, her blouse still hanging open.
“You’re leaving the door open,” she said. “Does that mean you trust me not to try to escape?”
She reached down and grabbed his crotch through his pants.
“Button your blouse,” he whispered.
She stared at him.
“There are cameras down here,” he said. “Button your blouse. Now.”
She buttoned her blouse back up and he walked her out of the cell.
“Where are we going,” she asked, now slightly nervous that she had lost the chance at keeping her arrest unrecorded.
He didn’t answer. He led her down the cell block and pushed her gently into another empty cell. He reached up to a camera and slid his nightstick between the corner of the camera and the wall.
“That will prevent the camera from turning back and leave this cell in a blind spot,” he said. “We shouldn’t have any problems now.”
“I take it this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this.”
He walked into her cell and closed the door behind him.
“Things like this happen more often than you’d expect.”
“Well,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse again. “Here I was feeling special.”
She slid her blouse off and dropped it on the floor of the cell. She walked toward him.
He pulled her hands out in front of her and locked the handcuffs back around her wrists. She felt her nipples grow hard and brittle and a tingling sensation between her thighs.
“Over to the cell door,” he told her. “Face the bars, and bend over.”
Lacey obeyed him, grabbing the bars and bending over, pushing out her tight ass, the skirt hiking itself up. Jeff steadied his left hand on her back and hiked her skirt up further with his right hand. He then raised his right hand up and brought it down swiftly and sharply, spanking her dead center on her ass. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and her breaths grew deeper again. He raised his hand and brought it down again, sharper and harder. Her moan came out louder as her wrists tugged themselves involuntarily against the restraints.
Jeff ran his hand up her leg, stroking her between her things, just barely avoiding touching her pussy. He could feel wetness beginning to form on her leg. He allowed his finger to graze over her clitoris and Lacey’s breaths began coming out in short heavy spurts. Jeff suddenly raised his hand and sharply spanked her again.
He put his hands on her waist and stood her up straight. He reached his arms around her from behind her and with each hand, pinched her nipples gently between his forefinger and thumb. She slid herself out of her shoes and stepped backwards, now standing in the cell in just her knee socks, wearing her skirt and panties.
She turned around to face him and then kneeled down. She unzipped and unbuckled his pants and let mamak escort them fall to the floor. She slid his briefs down and took his dick in her hands. She began stroking it gently.
As she let her tongue slide gently along his shaft, he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor with hers. He stood her up again and removed the handcuffs from her wrists.
“I was just starting to like those,” she said.
“Lay down on the bed,” he ordered her.
She complied, walking over to the bed, wiggling her ass and then lying down on her back. He walked to her and secured the handcuffs around one wrist and locked the other end to the headboard. He took out another pair and repeated the process on the other wrist, securing both of her arms above her.. She tugged at them, and the metal of the cuffs rattled against the metal hearboard.
“Looks like I’m at your mercy,” she said.
“Is that a problem,” he asked.
“Do I look like I’m complaining?”
He lifted her ass up and slid her skirt off, leaving her only in her panties. He looked at her and let a contemplative expression cross his face.
“What is it,” she asked?
“I just realized I never got a mugshot of you,” he said. “Now might be the time to do that.”
“Do all prostitution arrests go like this?” she asked.
“More or less,” he quipped.
“Maybe it’s not such a bad choice of work for me after all.”
He lifted her up again and slid her panties off, leaving her naked on the cot, handcuffed to the headboard. He was rock hard and at this point he wanted nothing more than to slide his dick into her. He knelt down over her on the bed.
A twinge of nervousness passed over her, mixed with excitement at this risk. Three weeks ago she’d been a shy virgin and how here she was about to get fucked in a jail cell, handcuffed to the bed, while under arrest for prostitution.
He leaned down on her, still not sliding into her and he began nibbling at her ear. Her arms tugged against her restraints again as sensations she never knew existed rushed throughout her body.
Then she felt herself being penetrated. His long thick dick was inside of her and her sensations increased one-hundred-fold. Her breathing deepened to such a short and stammered pace that she wasn’t completely sure she was breathing at all, except that she was feeling a pleasure more intense than anything she had ever felt.
He was thrusting on top of her and her still inexperienced tight pussy clenched firmly around his shaft as he kissed her neck, her chest, her arms, her breasts. His arms were holding onto hers as she continued to tug playfully against the handcuffs. His right hand slid down her arm, down her torso and between their bodies where it settled between their bodies and began rubbing her clitoris.
“Oh, FUCK,” she cried. “YES!”
An orgasm was building up inside of her, ready to explode at whatever Jeff tried next.
He slid his tongue into her mouth and her moans of pleasure became muffled as his thrusts continued to grow deeper and harder.
She couldn’t stop herself. She climaxed and felt an explosion rush through her body. She spasmed in pure pleasure, rattling the cuffs loudly against the headboard. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she tried to control her convulsions. Her legs held her deep inside of her and his thrusts slowed, but his dick throbbed within her. She felt a rush of cum flood out of him and into her, streaming through her body.
He continued to thrust against her for a few moments more before pulling out, kneeling over her on the bed once more.
“Shit,” she said. “I…I’ve never felt anything like that.”
He looked down at her.
“Is that a fact?”
She sat herself up on the bed, arms still pinned back against the headboard.
“I want you go get some rope and some duct tape. Tomorrow night, you’re going to tie me up and take me all over again.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Oh, you’re fucking me again, even if I have to get arrested again for it to happen.”
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