Jail Birds

April 2, 2008 – 4:20 pm

“All right, round ’em up and move ’em out!” Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to
the blue clad phalanx under his command. “You got it, Sarge.” Officer Herrity
replied. Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of women across
the open courtyard to where a large blue bus waited. Despite the cool early
morning air, few of the women wore much in the way of clothing. Tank tops and
shorts seemed to be the order of the day. The uniform of their profession you
might say. “God, I love posse duty.” Murphy laughed as he pointed out two of the
passing women to Herrity.

The early morning roundup of prostitutes had come on the heels of another of the
Mayors reoccurring speeches on the immorality of the profession. Delivered at the
Sunday meeting of the Society for a Moral City, the Mayor had concluded his
speech with the solemn promise that no matter what you might hear about other
politicians. You would never hear his good name connected with such a unsavory
practice. Then, after spending a few minutes spreading good wishes among the more
influential members of the Society, the Mayor begged their leave explaining that
he had urgent and pressing business. Said business being an visit to the
apartment of his personal secretary where less than five minutes after his
arrival they were hotly engaged in the same sort of activity the Mayor had so
recently condemned.

“Looks like the wagon is just about full up.” Herrity remarked. “And we still
have about a half dozen more to haul in.” “Well I guess we’ll just have to load
the last of them in the squad cars like we usually do.” Murphy quipped. “Maybe
help grease the wheels of justice a little.”

Both men laughed at the inside joke.

“Only a couple left, any preference?” Herrity asked. “Nah, just pick one.” Murphy
answered. “Its not like I’m going to spend a whole lot of quality time looking
deep into her eyes.”

Herrity motioned for the closest Officer to bring his charge over to the
Sergeants car. She wasn’t exactly a beauty, but what did you expect out here in
the warehouse district.

“Wait a minute!” Murphy exclaimed. “Wait one fucking minute!”

Herrity whirled around to see the sudden cause of his superiors excitement. His
eyes quickly fixed on the next to last girl in the line. He quickly called out to
the escort officer to bring his charge over. Then with a hand motion, he
dismissed his first choice to another car.

“Sweet mother,” Murphy whistled as she came closer into view.

Standing 5’6″ with dark hair pulled up into a topside ponytail, the 20 year old
had a figure which could make a monk reconsider his vows. Her skin was a olive
brown, the product of a mixed heritage. Clad in a yellow tank top that appeared
several sizes too small, her 38D breasts pressed so tightly against the material
that both her nipples and two inch wide aureoles were highly visible. Bright red
and full lips crowned a flawless smile. One inch wide gold circles hung from her
ears, a second small diamond stud above them.

Long smooth legs stretched out from beneath a pair of cut off blue jeans, cut so
short as to have only a little over two inches of material at the sides. The
young woman looked as out of place among the usual streetwalkers as one of them
would look in a convent.

“And what would your name be, sweet thing?” Murphy asked. “Jody.” She simply
answered. “Jody Austin.” “Well Jody, looks like you’ve run into your first piece
of luck today.” Murphy smirked. “Since the bus is already filled, you get to ride
downtown with me. We can chat a little and maybe I can put in a good word for
you.” He added as he ran his eyes up and down her hot body, taking in the little
that was left to the imagination.

Jody returned the stare with her baby blue eyes, taking note of the growing bulge
in his uniform.

“Well, maybe something can be worked out.” Jody smiled.

The smile was reflected threefold in Murphy’s face as he pictured the beautiful
young woman on her knees, his cock buried in her mouth. Then he’d show her how to
really grease the wheels of justice.

“Is there a problem here, Sergeant?” Came an authoritative female voice from
behind Murphy. “Oh shit!” Murphy mentally exclaimed as he identified the voice
even before he finished turning around. “No problem, Lieutenant.” He said as he
came to a stop. “We were just a little too successful in implementing the Mayor’s
directive. The bus is already full so we were going to transport some of the
stragglers in our cars. In fact, I was going to move this one myself.” “I see…”
Lieutenant O’Rourke said as she stepped past the Sergeant and took a long hard
look at his prisoner.

Cynthia O’Rourke stood 6′ tall and presented a most formidable figure. Countless
long hours in the gym had left her with a lean muscular form, the envy of even
the male officers. Her short hair was a bright red, providing a complimentary
contrast to her very light skin. Her features were rather ordinary, no one would
ever call her beautiful. Yet when she removed the dark sunglasses she wore, her
bright green eyes brought a sparkle to her face. The only jewelry she wore were
the shining Lieutenant’s bars and the 21th Precinct insignias on her collar.

Unlike the off the rack uniform worn by most of her fellows, Cynthia’s were
tailor made. The cut of her blouse accented her small 34 inch bust. They were the
only suggestion of the 36 year old’s gender.

Turning her attention away from the scantily clad prostitute and back to Murphy,
Cynthia couldn’t help but notice the swelling in his trousers.

“Such devotion to your duty is to be commended.” Cynthia said with just a trace
of sarcasm in her voice. “But, I’m afraid the Captain wants to be able to give
the Mayor a full report on the sweep at their breakfast meeting this morning.
You’re not going to be able to give your new friend here your special attention.”

Murphy’s only answer was a small, barely audible groan. That and a sudden
reduction in the size of his bulge.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure cutie-pie here finds her way to where she’s supposed
to be.” The Lieutenant added, a look of satisfaction on her face.

The opposite look filled Murphy’s face as he reluctantly opened the door to his
cruiser and entered it alone. Just before he gunned the engine and tore out of
the lot, Cynthia heard him mutter…. “Damned Bitch!”

The Sergeant’s car was follow by the prisoner bus and two other cruisers, leaving
only two cars behind.

“Nothing else to keep us here.” Cynthia said.

Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to put them on the
prisoner, pinning her arms behind her back. Regulations clearly called for them
when transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to the driver of the
other car that he would meet him back at the station.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing an escort, Herrity.” Cynthia said. “I don’t think
this young lady is going to give me any trouble. Are you honey?” “No.” She meekly
answered. “Good.” Cynthia smiled.

Herrity hesitated for a moment. It was clearly against regulations to let
O’Rourke transport the prisoner by herself. But then again, she was a Lieutenant.
Unless there was another higher ranking officer to overrule her, her orders were
set in stone. Besides, she was somewhat of a hard ass. He would love to see her
taken down a peg or two if she got chewed out by the Captain over this. It would
be so easy just to casually mention the incident within earshot of the right
person. With a broad grin, Herrity turned and entered the other cruiser.

“Jody was it?” Cynthia said as she eased her into the car. The hooker nodded in
acknowledgment. “Well Jody, maybe we’ll just take a little ride downtown. But I’m
afraid that it won’t be the one you were expecting from Murphy.”

The ride to the Precinct was both quick and quiet. Neither Cynthia or Jody said a
word to each other. When they pulled into the Station’s parking lot, Jody finally
broke the silence.

“You’re actually taking me to jail?” She asked in wide eyed astonishment. “Well
that’s what usually happens when you get arrested, Peaches.” Cynthia said with a
grin. “Where did you think I was taking you?” “I thought….I mean I……” Jody
stammered, then became very quiet.

Parking the car, Cynthia removed her prisoner and led her through the parking lot
and into the station house. Immediately they were immersed in a sea of dark and
light blue uniforms. The Lieutenant acknowledged the greeting of the desk
sergeant with a wave of her hand. Her first order of business was to check in her
firearm. Weapons weren’t allowed in the booking area. With a firm grip on the
younger woman’s shoulder, Cynthia guided her through a maze of corridors.

Stepping down a final hallway, Jody could see a small crowd of fellow hookers
waiting to be booked. It appeared to be a long line.

“Afraid we have a full house this morning, Lieutenant.” A sandy haired officer
said as he approached Cynthia with a clipboard in hand. “Might be an hour or more
before we can even begin to process your paperwork.” “It seems like it gets
longer and longer, Pete” Cynthia observed. “Yeah,” The officer replied with a nod
of his head. “But it should ease up a little when they open the annex at the end
of the month. At least we’ll have those new holding cells.” “On a morning like
this we could use them.” Cynthia said. “I sure hope the Mayor is enjoying his
Sunday morning breakfast plans, because mine just got shot to hell.” “If you
like, Lieutenant, I’ll be happy to take her off your hands. So you can get out of
here and make your date.” Pete Willis said with a smile.

Cynthia returned the smile because she knew his request was genuinely motivated
by a desire to help her out. Not every cop in the precinct was an asshole.

“I appreciate the offer, I think I’d like to take care of this one personally.”
“Good enough.” He replied. “You know, I bet if I really tried, I might be able to
sneak you in ahead of some of the others. Rank has its privileges you know.” “You
know I’ve never played that game.” Cynthia concluded. “Its not fair to the street
troops who are out there busting their tails every day. I can afford to wait a
while. I’m just going to see if I can find a place to store the princess here
while I grab a bite to eat.”

Pete was about to say that every holding cell in the station was already filled
when the Lieutenant turned and led her charge away. He wondered what the hooker
had done to piss off the Lieutenant so much that she made the bust herself.

Officer Willis knew that many officers thought of Lieutenant O’Rourke as a cold
hearted bitch. But he had seen her cradle an injured child or cry at a murdered
cops funeral. He had also heard how she stood down two uzi armed druggies when
they broke into a west side health clinic looking for drugs. The incident had
ended with both druggies dead and a dozen clinic patients eternally grateful.

Another journey down a series of endless halls caused Jody to become disoriented.
The one thing she did notice was that with every new turn there were less and
less people. Finally they came to a locked door at the end of a corridor. There
was a sign that read – 21th Precinct Annex. Taped over it was a hand written sign
that read – Construction Zone – No Admittance.

Jody watched as Cynthia pulled a key ring from her belt and unlocked the door.
Where was she taking her? She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off
with an angry stare before she could say a word.

Another quick trip down a dimly lit corridor and then down a long flight of
stairs, carefully avoiding piles of construction debris, brought the two women to
the just finished holding cells. With a practiced swiftness, Cynthia attached a
locking clamp through Jody’s cuffs and clipped it to the iron bars. It was
finally too much for Jody to keep silent.

“You can’t seriously be thinking of leaving me here?” Jody exclaimed as she
pulled against the hard metal of her handcuffs. “It’s a thought.” Cynthia mused
as she took a step back and took a long hard look at Jody. “But perhaps we can
find a way to, what was the phrase Murphy used, oh yes, grease the wheels of
justice.”

Jody only replied with a hard stare.

“Oh come on, ” Cynthia said as she retraced her step and reached out and stroked
her hand alongside Jody’s cheek.

Jody tried to pull away but Cynthia had her pinned against the bars of a cell.

“You can’t tell me this is all new to you. How many cocks in blue have filled
that pretty mouth of yours.” Cynthia added as she ran her long manicured finger
across Jody’s full sensual lips. “Or how many times you’ve spread those lovely
legs for the boys in blue.” “I don’t do women.” Jody said defiantly. “Then you’re
definitely missing something.” Cynthia went on as she glided her finger down
across Jody’s neck and into the deep valley between the large olive skinned
breasts. “You’re a fucking dyke!” Jody spat out. “Don’t knock it till you’ve
tried it.” Cynthia laughed.

By now her hand’s journey had brought it to the high slit in Jody’s shorts and
her fingers played across both the exposed skin and soft flesh of the girl’s ass
beneath the thin material.

“Of course, I could’ve left you to the sweet attentions of Sergeant Murphy.”
Cynthia said as she patted Jody’s ass. “From what I hear, he’s hung like a
horse.”

Her digital odyssey now moved up the small of Jody’s back.

“Then again, I’ve also heard that he likes his action through the rear door.”
Cynthia smirked. “I would guess that it would be a real tight fit back there.”

The in a abrupt motion, Cynthia grabbed Jody’s ponytail and jerked her head
backwards. Pressing her mouth hard against the captive woman, the Police
Lieutenant savored the softness of Jody’s lips. The younger woman opened her
mouth to protest, only to have it filled by a probing tongue. Then as suddenly as
it began, the kiss ended.

“Still not interested?” Cynthia asked.

Jody answered by again pulling against her bonds, and letting out a grunt of
frustration when they proved as unyielding as before.

“Well I guess I’ll have to just work a little harder to change your mind.” The
woman in blue responded.

Cynthia turned away from Jody for a moment then once more ran her hand across the
backside of the tight red shorts. She stopped at the solitary pocket and slipped
her fingers inside.

“What’s this?” She asked.

Jody looked over her shoulders to see what Cynthia was talking about. She was
shocked when the tall redhead pulled a knife from out of the hooker’s shorts.

“What have we got here?” Cynthia asked as she held up a six inch switchblade. “A
concealed weapon, and an illegal one at that.” “You planted that!” Jody said.
“Did I?” Cynthia asked in mock innocence. “Who’s going to believe something like
that? I mean take the word of some street whore against that of a decorated
member of the Metropolitan Police.” “I was searched before, when they rounded us
all up.” Jody countered. “I remember the cop’s name, Santiago. He searched me
head to toe. He can tell them I didn’t have a knife.” “And I’ll bet he enjoyed
searching you too.” Cynthia said as she played with the closed knife. “But the
fact remains that Officer Santiago is still a rookie. That combined with the fact
that there are limitations on how thoroughly a male officer may search a female
subject, as well as his possible distraction by your obvious charms, could have
caused him to miss this weapon.”

The change in Jody’s expression showed that she knew she wouldn’t be believed.

“And who’s to say that once they run this weapon though the lab, what else they
might find.” Cynthia went on. “It wouldn’t surprise me the least to find that it
was used in an assault case, or perhaps even a homicide. Something a lot more
serious than turning tricks.” “I’ve met some really scuzzy cops before.” Jody
snapped back. “But you are one sick crazy fucking bitch!”

The black haired girl felt the sting of the sudden blow against the side of her
face before her eyes even registered the movement of her captor’s free hand.
There had been a lot of force in the swing, and she didn’t need a mirror to know
her cheek was now a bright crimson.

“Wrong answer, whore!” Cynthia yelled, raising her voice for the first time.

An expression of fear replaced the bravado in Jody’s blue eyes. Had she pushed
too far?

Cynthia’s burst of anger seemed to pass as quickly as it erupted. Her attention
was now back on the knife. With a loud snap, she popped the blade open.

Jody’s eyes opened wide as she watched the rays of the overhead work lights
sparkle across the length of the blade. Cynthia seemed fascinated by the
miniature light show.

“I was just thinking,” Cynthia said as she stepped up to Jody and grabbed the
bottom of her tank top an stretched it outward. “If you were able to hide this
knife, who knows what else you were able to hide?”

With that she brought up the cutting edge and sliced through the thin material of
the blouse. Jody took a deep breath as the razor sharp knife passed up between
her huge mounds and then arched up toward her neck. To be pulled aside at
seemingly the last moment. The now severed sections of her blouse fell to her
sides and her previously restrained breasts burst free.

Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin globes bounced in the open air. A
full 38D, they had the largest aureoles the Police Officer had ever seen, nearly
two inches across. Capped by wide nipples that rose nearly an eight of an inch.

Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and brought a hand to each globe. Cynthia
sighed with delight as she closed on the soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across
the erect nipples.

“Mmmm, the firmness of youth.” She purred.

Jody couldn’t help but respond to the touch. Her nipples had always been
incredibly sensitive, even this simple caress was enough to send a pleasing
ripple across her chest. She bit down on her lip to hide her facial reaction but
knew she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

What self control Jody had, faded completely when Cynthia replaced her grazing
touch with the wet and warm sensation of her tongue. Cynthia had first sucked
another woman’s breast when she was 16, and the years of experience showed. If
anything, Jody’s nipples grew harder as Cynthia stroked them again and again,
sending shivers of bliss now throughout her captive body.

Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia’s tongue marked a path across Jody’s
inviting neck until it once more reached her mouth. Pulling the girl’s naked
breasts tight against her, Cynthia kissed her a second time. Moist and warm, this
time there was little resistance to her effort as Jody even opened her mouth to
admit her.

As they played a game of dueling tongues, Cynthia slid her free hand down beneath
the waistband of Jody’s shorts. There she was greeting by three exciting
surprises. First, the fact that she wore no panties – although not surprising
considering her occupation. Secondly, running her fingers across her pubic mound
she discovered that it was totally bare. And finally, the most exciting discovery
– Jody was already dripping wet. Despite her protests, she was really being
turned on.

Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both sides of the blue shorts and pulled
them down with a powerful thrust. Jody signaled her consent by stepping out of
them as they settled on the floor.

“She looks like a teenager.” Cynthia thought as she got her first took at Jody’s
shaved pussy. It brought to mind the image of Carol Davis, her first lover when
they were both teens.

Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia pushed her head forward and ran her
probing tongue up and down the length of Jody’s slit. Quickly covered by a thick
coating of lubricating juices, her tongue effortlessly slid inside.

“Oh God yes!” Jody exclaimed, no longer caring about anything except the electric
touch of this woman’s mouth.

She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to drive Cynthia deeper within her. More
than happy to accommodate her desire, the older woman began a series of furious
motions with her darting tongue. The dark haired woman moaned loudly as Cynthia
gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her wetness, sucking
hungrily.

It wasn’t long before Jody was on the verge of orgasm. Her body quaked and sweat
ran down her breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted around the instrument of
her pleasure. Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed with an
intensity she had never before known.

Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched backward and she slammed against
the hard bars behind her. Cynthia’s fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of
her buttocks as the red haired fury lapped up her juices like a kitten does milk.

Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars. Cynthia rose and stepped back,
enjoying the view of her prize. Smiling, she ran her tongue across her lips,
relishing the sweet souvenir of their encounter.

After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed that the hooker had opened her eyes
and was again staring at her. Neither fear or hostility showed in her eyes, just
an increasing hunger.

Satisfied that she now had her complete attention, Cynthia walked over to her and
unclipped her belt. As it fell to the floor, the tall woman began to slowly undo
the buttons of her blouse. That too soon fell to the floor, exposing a dark blue
bra that because of its matching color had been invisible beneath her tunic. A
minute later, her slacks were piled atop it, exposing matching blue panties.

Soon they too joined the growing pile. Cynthia’s breasts were much smaller than
Jody’s, her skin a pale white. Many times she had tried to get a tan, but she had
a tendency to freckle – a condition that she truly hated. Between her legs sat a
wild bush of bright red hair, stretching over her entire bikini area.

Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and straddled the sitting girl. Jody
immediately took the hint and pressed her face between her legs. Cynthia let her
take a few minutes to get comfortable to the idea and then began to do a bump and
grind.

It wasn’t long before the red hair was sticky with juices as Jody practiced what
Cynthia had taught her. She couldn’t match the experience twenty years of lovers
had given her partner, but she was willing to give it all the delight her
youthful zeal could bring.

Running her fingers through Jody’s dark hair, Cynthia soon lost herself in the
rising crest of her own passion. The girl had learned well, she had to admit. Not
many lovers were a natural at this, but Jody had definite potential.

“Oh baby, do it to me!” She yelled as she grabbed a handful of hair and mashed
her moist pussy into Jody’s mouth.

The excitement of the last hour erupted like a bursting dam. Cynthia felt every
muscle in her body tense up and then turn to jello. As her legs gave way beneath
her, she reached out for the cell bars for support.

Finally even that wasn’t enough as Cynthia slid to the floor next to Jody. Long
minutes passed as the two sweaty women sat up against each other, catching their
breath. Finally, Jody broke the stillness.

“Can I get out of these now?” She said, lifting the handcuffs into view.

Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off her belt. A few seconds later, Jody
was rubbing her sore wrists. “Happy now?” Cynthia asked. “Not really, but I think
this will make me feel better.” Came the answer.

With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed her as hard as she could. This time is
was her tongue that was the aggressor as it explored the interior of Cynthia’s
mouth.

They lay there in each others arms, softly caressing the others naked form.
Exchanging long, moist, kisses, their tongues slipping back and forth.

“This was fun.” Jody said softly. “A pity it has to come to an end.” “I know,”
Cynthia replied, still stroking Jody’s breast. “They should be just about
finished with that crowd up in booking. I should be able to get your paperwork
right through now.” “Fuck you!” Jody hissed. “Hey, I was only kidding.” Cynthia
chuckled. “And besides, I think you just did.”

Standing up, Jody examined the torn remains of her blouse. It would be impossible
to wear out of the building.

“What am I going to do about this?” She asked. “I can’t very well parade upstairs
with these hanging out.” “They are very noticeable.” Cynthia noted, the humor
still in her voice. “Don’t worry, there’s some clothes in the locker room in the
back. You can wash up and change.”

With that, Jody picked up her rags and heading in the direction she had
indicated.

Cynthia washed up in the utility closet. She knew that if she followed Jody back
into the locker room’s shower they would never get out of here. Quickly dressing,
she checked her watch, still time for a late morning breakfast.

“Hey, lets get a move on!” She yelled to the back.

Jody reappeared five minutes later, having gone an amazing transformation. She
was a totally different woman.

Her topknot ponytail was gone and her black hair had been tied up into a tight
bun. Gone also were the bright makeup and gold jewelry. Her face had been freshly
scrubbed and she now wore only a hint of makeup.

What was most astonishing was the outfit she now wore. It was the blue uniform of
the Metropolitan Police Force. On her collars were the pips of the 14th Precinct.
She wore the shield of a Patrolman, across from the name tag which read Austin.

“How do I look?” She said, striking a pose. “Like a recruiting poster.” Cynthia
replied. “Now lets get out of here.”

The two woman turned to leave when Jody asked.

“What would you have done if they had actually booked me?” “I would’ve said you
were one of my snitches and got you out of there.” Was the reply. “With the
Captain off smoozing with the Mayor, I’m the senior officer here. No one would
think to question my cutting you loose.” “I have to admit, Cyn, you really outdid
yourself this time.” Jody smiled as they walked down the corridor to the
stairwell. “You can be a real crazy bitch when you want to be.” “And you love
it.” Cynthia grinned, blowing her lover a kiss. “True, very true.” “Enough
chit-chat, we really have to get going.” The Lieutenant said as they reached the
stairs. “D’Marco’s isn’t going to hold those brunch reservations forever.” “One
last thing though,” Jody said as she followed up the stairs. “If we ever try this
again, next time… I get to be the arresting officer!”

At that, both women burst into laughter.