Chapter #4Cuffed and Stuffed by: Unknown "You bitch!" Heather shouted. "I'll get you for this!" She heard Daphne laugh.
She turned and sprinted off Daphne's porch, trying to get to the street before the first police car came. She made it to the sidewalk, turned, started sprinting for the corner.
She saw a police car turn the corner, red and blue lights flashing, heading right for her.
"Crap!" she shouted. She considered turning around, but knew that she would waste too much time if she did so. Best, she thought, just to keep going. Maybe she could somehow evade the cop and make a run for it.
By the time she had reached the corner. the patrol car had stopped, and the cop had gotten out. Heather couldn't tell much about the cop, except that it was a woman.
She tried to run around the woman, but couldn't. The cop caught rather easily, threw her down on the ground, handcuffed her.
"Let me go! Please!" Heather said. She could feel the woman's hand on her arms.
The cop stood up and helped Heather to her feet. "Well now, what do we have here?" the cop said. She had dark brown hair tied up in a bun. She was about six feet tall. "This is a residential neighborhood, sweetie. You can't go around these streets without clothes on. There are children in some of these homes."
"I know this looks bad, but I can explain," Heather said, panting for breath. "Please." The handcuffs were tight.
"Save it for the judge," the officer said. "You'll get your day in court." She pushed Heather into the back of the patrol car. She got in behind the wheel, started the car.
Then they were moving.
Heather suspected it wouldn't go any good to try to plead with the cop, but also thought it was worth a try. "Do you really have to arrest me for this?"
"That's the law," the officer said. "You're not allowed to expose yourself in public."
"Do you really have to handcuff me?"
"Department regulations."
"Behind my back?"
"Regulations."
"So tightly?"
"Regulations."
Heather explained what had happened to her, how she had come to be in this state. As she spoke, she shifted in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position for her bare butt. When she had finished telling her story, she waited, giving the officer a chance to respond.
The cop said nothing, however. Heather leaned her head back against the wall behind her, and tried to fight back tears. This day had started off badly, and looked like it was only going to get worse. She closed her eyes.
After a while, the car stopped. Heather opened her eyes and looked around. "Where are we?" she said. She didn't recognize the building they were parked next to, but knew it wasn't the police station.
Then she realized the cop was looking at her. She waited, wondering what the cop was going to say.
"You said your name is Heather, is that right?"
Heather nodded. "Yes."
"I'm Samantha, by the way."
"I'm sorry I can't say I'm pleased to meet you," Heather said. "I hope you understand."
The cop nodded. She seemed to be studying Heather's naked body.
"You're very beautiful," the cop said.
"Er, uh, thanks, I guess," Heather said, surprised to be getting a compliment on her beauty at this time and in these circumstances. Besides, she didn't think she could be beautiful in this condition: sweaty, no makeup, her hair disheveled, feet dirty from running through grass and dirt and a little rough from running on sidewalks..
"No, really. You really are beautiful."
Heather was beginning to wonder where this was going.
She soon found out.
"I think there is a way you can help yourself."
"What do you mean?" Heather said.
"I mean there's a way you can avoid arrest and get back to your house, with clothes, with a locksmith on the way."
Heather swallowed. "What do I have to do?"
"I am finding you enormously attractive right now. For a lot of reasons. One of them may be the handcuffs. The other is the fact that you are so beautiful." After a moment, the cop said, "Frankly, I've always wanted to have sex with a beautiful girl while she's naked and handcuffed."
"What are you saying?"
"I will let you go if you let me have sex with you while you are handcuffed."
Heather, who had never in her life even thought about having sex with another woman, said in surprise, "You want to have sex with me?"
"Yes?"
"Now?"
"Yes."
"While I'm handcuffed?" Heather slid the cuffs around to one side, shook them as well as she could. Then she moved them behind her back again. They were more comfortable there. Not that they were very comfortable no matter where they were.
"Especially while you're handcuffed."
"Here? In this car?"
"No. We'll use that building out there." The cop pointed to the building they were parked next to. "It's empty right now. We check it from time to time, make certain no one's broken in. It's pretty comfortable in there."
"Let me make certain I understand exactly what you're saying."
"Go ahead."
"You will let me go."
"Yes."
"You'll take these cuffs off me, help me find some clothes, take me back to my house, and call a locksmith, if I have sex with you while I've got these damn things on."
The cop nodded. "That's the deal."
"And if I don't?"
"Then we finish our trip to the station, and I book you for Indecent Exposure. Misdemeanor offense, you have a criminal record."
Heather didn't answer for a few seconds. She was still stunned at this turn of events.
"What's it going to be, Heather? You do me and I let you go, or I take you to the station and book you. You have to choose now."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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