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“Okay, have a seat at my desk sweetheart,” Detective Anderson said to the woman in front of him as he removed her handcuffs. He helped her take off her coat and she sat down dejectedly as if she had lost all hope in everything.
Detective Anderson got out a blank police report and began asking her the questions he needed to ask to fill it out.
“What is your name?”
“Nicole Miller,” she said, softly.
“And what is your address, Miss Miller?”
“It’s Mrs. Miller, and I live at 1345 E. Hoffman Avenue,” she said.
“Oh, so you are married then?” he asked.
“Yes. My husband is a truck driver for Worldwide Trucking,” she said.
“I see. And what is your date of birth, Mrs. Miller?”
“June eighteenth, nineteen eighty-nine. I’m twenty-seven,” she said.
“Height and weight?”
“I’m five foot seven inches tall… and one hundred fourteen pounds,” she said.
Detective Anderson wrote down all the basic information at the top of the form and then sat back in his chair for a moment.
“So Mrs. Miller, what were you doing on the corner of Washington Boulevard and Sixteenth Avenue at this hour of the night? Don’t you know how dangerous downtown can be? There all manner of thugs, punks, and other unsavory sorts out there,” he said.
Nicole didn’t say anything. She just looked down at the floor in front of her feet.
Detective Anderson waited for a few moments for her to answer but when she didn’t, he had to continue. “How long have you been turning tricks, Mrs. Miller?” he asked.
His voice broke her out of where she had gone to in her mind. Nicole didn’t want to be at the police station. She didn’t want to be questioned by this detective. And she sure didn’t want to be brought in handcuffs dressed the way she was! So she had gone to a happier place in her mind so she wouldn’t have to admit to herself what had happened.
Nicole had been picked up for prostitution and wearing only her bra, panties, garter belt stockings and high heels, it wasn’t a far stretch of the imagination! The detective had allowed her to get her coat, a three-quarter length black felt coat so that she didn’t feel quite so naked and ashamed, but now that she was in the squad room, it didn’t matter. So he had hung it up on the coat rack for her.
“Please… can’t you just let me go? Please? I won’t do this again, I promise! I just want to go home!” Nicole pleaded.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You propositioned one of our Vice Squad detectives. Now answer the question, please. How long have you been a prostitute?” he said.
“About two years now. I only do it when my husband is away–he would be so mad if he found out I was doing this! You see, my husband is gone away from home a lot with his job, and when he is home, he is usually so tired that he and I… well we don’t have sex much at all. I am still a young woman and I still have needs.
"Sir, my husband is very controlling and he can be mean. I can’t spend any money unless he knows how much I spent and on what. He doesn’t let me have any friends, and I hardly get to go anywhere or do anything without him right there. So while he is gone on his trips, I have been working to get up enough money to leave. I wouldn’t be able to save anything if I didn’t. It’s really bad, but this is the only way I can think of to escape,” she said, tears forming in her eyes.
Detective Anderson handed her a tissue and she gave him a little smile. “Can’t you go to a shelter or something? We have several women’s shelters designed just for women in your situation,” he suggested.
“I tried that once. The shelters can only give you a place to stay for a few days. He waited outside the shelter across the street until I came out, then he made me get in the car and took me home. He was even worse after that–he watched every move I made and I couldn’t do anything without him right next to me. I am trapped until I can get enough money together to leave him,” she said, hanging her head.
“Does your husband hit you, because if he does, we can arrest him for assault,” he said.
“No, he doesn’t hit, but he is verbally very cruel and he breaks my things. He knows I can’t replace them so to punish me, he will break something dear to me. He has destroyed almost everything I have left of my mother’s… what I do have left, I have had to hide from him,” she said. “Besides, if I did call the police, he would be absolutely raging when he got home. I honestly don’t know what he would do.”
“I see. Well, I’m sorry for your situation, but I still have to lock you up. At least you won’t have to worry about your husband for a couple of days until your court date. Once you go to court, you can explain your situation to the judge, and maybe he will have a solution for you,” he said.
“No, no, no!” Nicole said, near panic now, “Please sir, Please! Oh, my husband is going to be furious if he comes home and I’m not there… much less finding out I’ve been picked up for prostitution! Oh God, please, you have to let me go! Please!”
“Take it easy, Mrs. Miller. You said your husband is out of town right now?”
“Yes. He is due back in a couple of days. And when he finds out I’m in jail, he is going to blow his top!” she said.
“Well, you will probably be here for a couple of days at least. Then you will go in front of the judge for arraignment, where you will plead innocent or guilty. If you plead innocent, the judge will more than likely set your bail. If you can pay it, you will be free to go home until the trial.
"If you plead guilty, then you will go right to sentencing and the judge will decide the punishment for your crime. Since this is the first time you have been picked up for this, you will probably just get a fine and maybe a short jail term, but nothing very harsh. And if you explain about your husband and your home situation, he can probably help you with that as well,” he said.
“My husband is a terrible cheapskate–he won’t pay my bail and he won’t pay any fine for me. He’d rather I stay in jail than pay anything to get me out. Then when I do get home, I’ll be in trouble for being away from home so long! I can’t win!” she said.
“And once I do get out of jail, then what? I will have a record of prostitution–what kind of a job will I be able to get with a record like that? I will be worse off than I was at home! I won’t have a husband working to support me, and I won’t be able to get a job good enough to support myself!” she said.
“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Miller, but there isn’t anything I can do. Now, if you will come with me, I will get you settled in your cell,” he said.
Detective Anderson stood up and took her by the arm, walking her to her cell which just so happened to be not far from his desk. He held the door open for her and she walked in, turning back to him once inside. He shut the door after her and when the door clanked shut, it startled her. She sat down on the hard bunk, completely despondent.
Once she was in her cell, Detective Anderson went to the storage room and brought back a clean pillow and blanket. He took them to Nicole’s cell, “Here is a clean pillow and a blanket for you. Do you need anything else?” he asked.
“Can I get a glass of water?” she asked. He went over to the water cooler and got her a glass of water, bringing it back to her.
“Here you go,” he said, handing her the water.
“Thank you,” she said, giving him a little smile. She drank the water down and handed him back the paper cup. “Detective, can I ask you your name? After all, it looks like we will be together for a while.”
“My name is Kyle Anderson,” he said.
“Kyle… I like that name,” she said, giving him a weak smile. She stood at the door to her cell as he went back to his desk and began working again. She watched as he answered the phone and as he did his paperwork.
Kyle also shot her a glance every now and then. Nicole Miller was a very attractive woman and in her sexy lingerie, she was even more so. Kyle may be a cop and may have to maintain a professional appearance, but he was still a man. And the sight of this sexy, beautiful woman was enough to make any man question his morals. He tried hard not to stare at his bewitching prisoner, but she made it very difficult. Sitting at his desk, his hand absently stroked his cock as he kept one eye on her while trying valiantly to appear like he was working.
Then a call came in that emptied the squad room. There was a disturbance downtown that had the whole neighborhood protesting and some of the protesters were getting violent. All hands were called out and everyone left the squad room except Kyle, who had to stay and look after his prisoner. Nicole watched the excited buzzing and saw everyone leaving.
“What’s going on?” she asked Kyle once everyone left.
“There’s some kind of protest going on down at City Hall and some of the people are getting out of hand. They’ve sent the department into quiet things down and keep the peace,” he said.
“Oh wow! Well, I’m glad you weren’t called… that sounds dangerous,” she said smiling.
“I’m sure they can handle it. But it will mean this place will be getting busy if they have to make a bunch of arrests,” he said.
“Thank you for staying back to take care of me,” Nicole said. “Could I please have my coat–I feel… embarrassed dressed like this all of a sudden.”
Kyle got up and got her coat from the rack and brought it to her. “Here you go. But you needn’t feel embarrassed. You are an attractive woman,” he said.
“You really think so? My husband doesn’t seem to notice,” she said, looking down.
“Well, then your husband is either blind or a fool, and since he drives a truck for a living…” Kyle said.
Nicole smiled broader, “Thank you, Kyle, I needed that,” she said. She took the coat from him and that’s when she saw just how “attractive” he thought she was!
“Oh my, Kyle!” she said, looking down. Kyle looked at what she was looking at and noticed he had a huge lump in his trousers!
“Oh Jeez!” he said, quickly turning around. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Miller, I didn’t realize…”
“Wait! Please… you don’t need to be sorry… I think it’s a nice compliment, actually. Please,” she said.
Kyle turned back around. Nicole gave him her most sultry look and curled her finger at him beckoning him to come closer. He looked around for a moment, even though he knew there was no one there but them and then stepped closer.
“I’m sorry I have been such a pain to you, Kyle. I never meant to be such a bother,” she said softly.
“You aren’t a bother, Mrs. Miller. I’m just doing my job,” he said.
“Please, call me Nicole. And you do a wonderful job too. I feel so safe here with you,” she cooed.
Nicole reached out slowly as she spoke and tentatively touched the bulge in his trousers. At first, he pulled back, a natural reaction. But then he stayed still, letting her rub his hardening cock through his pants.
“My goodness, you are so… hard. Big and hard. Tell me, Kyle, do you have a wife or girlfriend at home?” she purred.
“No. My job makes that sort of thing difficult,” he said.
“So there’s no one to help you when you need… taken care of?” she asked.
“No,” he said, his voice already changing with her soft stroking and sexy voice.
“Poor man. I don’t think anyone should have to go around with such a big… hard… burden,” she purred as she gently squeezed his cock for emphasis.
“I… uh…” he stammered. She is good! Kyle thought to himself from the small part of his brain that still functioned on cop mode. But the majority of his mind was completely captivated by this wondrous beauty doing her very best to make him fall for her feminine charms.
“May I?” she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she slid down onto her knees and licking her red lips she unzipped his trousers. She reached into the opening and grabbed his cock wrapping her small hand around the meat stick.
“Oh my God, Kyle!” she said looking up at him. She fished his hard cock out through his pants so she could look at it. She realized it was even bigger and more admirable in person and she looked up at him again as if asking for permission.
Kyle pressed his hips up against the cell door and Nicole took that as permission to go ahead.
Nicole took hold of his cock at the base and began licking around the head and up and down the shaft as far as she could through the bars of her cell. She used her tongue to bathe his cock in her saliva, moistening it and making him harder and thicker than ever.
Kyle took hold of the bars holding himself up and close as her tongue did its magic on him. Kyle groaned when she took the head between her soft red lips and she slowly slid down his pole.
“Mmm,” Nicole hummed as she tasted his cock. The vibrations from her mouth caused him to groan again as it sent little electrical sparks to his brain. She began slowly sliding up and down his cock shaft as he held himself as close to the bars as he could get, wanting her to take all of him into that warm wet mouth as she could.
Kyle closed his eyes, giving himself over to her ministrations and reveling in having her warm wet mouth enveloping his aching cock. His hand reached through the bars and took hold of her head guiding her and showing her how he liked having her bob up and down on his shaft.
Nicole cradled his balls with her free hand, rolling them in their sack and massaging them as she continued working her mouth on his throbbing cock.
Kyle looked down, watching her move up and down on his cock. She looked up, catching his gaze and a smile appeared on her face. “You like this?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah!” he said, emphatically.
Nicole smiled, and then she looked back to his groin. Licking the helmet, tasting his pre-cum, he longed for her to take him back into her mouth. Knowing this, she licked the length of the shaft, leaving traces of her saliva behind. Upon reaching the helmet again, she took his manhood deep into her mouth and sealed it with her lips, sliding her lips up and down, and his erect and sensitive manhood felt the heat of her breath, as she began to pump it.
Fuck, he thought, she is good! I’m gonna cum any minute. He didn’t want that to happen, so he tried to take his mind off the enjoyment he was experiencing. He tried thinking of work, about what he would make for dinner, about anything to get his mind off the warm mouth engulfing his cock.
But she was too good at her craft, he was unable to turn his mind away from the pleasure she was willingly giving. He looked down, watching her head rising and falling, and felt her suck on his manhood harder. He felt his load form at the base of his shaft, and tried to will it away, wanting to prolong his enjoyment for as long as possible. The fight was useless, however, she had excited him way too much and he felt his load start to rise.
He now had to make a decision, and make it quickly; did he tell her he was about to cum and give her, time to remove her hungry mouth or did he just explode in her mouth, chancing an unhappy backlash afterward. She was, after all, a whore - she should be used to guys cumming in her mouth.
But Kyle was a gentleman so he decided to tell her. He didn’t want to upset her; he was hoping he could get another chance for more some other time.
“I’m gonna cum,” he announced.
Nicole popped him out of her mouth, “Yeah, baby, cum in my mouth! I want to taste your sweet cum. Give it to me, please!” she said.
She wolfed him back down, continuing her work, her head still rising and falling, taking his manhood deep in and out of her warm and welcoming mouth. His load continued to build, boiling in his nuts and rising slowly up his shaft. He felt it nearing the top of his manhood, collecting just below the helmet, the pressure building and his body tensing. Then unable to hold back any longer he exploded within her mouth.
“Ohhh Fuuuck!” he groaned as he shot spurt after thick gooey spurt into her waiting mouth. She took every drop of his seed not wasting any of it until he finished unloading.
She rose from her knees and ran her fingernails down his chest, gaining his attention once more. And he watched as she looked at him directly in the eyes, opened her mouth to show him she had held it all and then swallowed it down, dabbing the corner of her pretty mouth all ladylike with the tip of his tie. She made it look so sexy, that he wished he could cum again right there and then, so he could watch her swallow once more.
Then she stepped closer to the bars. “You know Kyle, if you just opened this door you could have me anytime you wanted. You could say it was a mistake and that I explained things. If you let me go and see that I’m not hassled anymore by the cops, I would be your whore anytime you wanted. And I can do a lot more than just a blowjob for you, baby!” she purred.
“Like what” he gulped.
“Well, I have a pussy so tight and wet it will make you forget all about my mouth! And my ass just loves to be filled with a hard, stiff cock too. I can do things to you that are illegal in most of the country! And being a vice cop, I’m sure you have other ideas for us to try! Just let me go and I’m all yours lover,” she breathed sexily.
Kyle was still in a lustfog from the amazing blowjob she had given him. He wasn’t thinking about his job or what he should do. All he knew was that he wanted more of her and her promise to be “his whore anytime he wanted” was the perfect answer.
He unlocked the door and with a kiss and her phone number, Nicole walked out of the squad room and disappeared into the night.
Detective Anderson explained to his Captain that picking her up was a mistake and that she had told him what actually happened. He was able, after some fast talking, to smooth things over and the incident was forgotten among the extra work that the protest had saddled them with.
Kyle called on her a few days later and true to her word, Nicole would come by whenever he called her as long as her husband wasn’t home. Kyle provided her with police protection, keeping her from getting hassled anymore by the vice squad and allowing her to work in peace.
A few months later, Nicole had made enough money that she was able to get out of her abusive relationship and she and Kyle could see each other without sneaking around so much. Nicole took night classes and with Kyle’s help, was able to get off the street and find a regular, legitimate job. Nicole and her cop benefactor continued seeing each other for several years.
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