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Arresting Officer 2/4 (ff)
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Ann D.
-Arresting Officer-
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
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.
"Yeh," 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.
Ann Douglas
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