Time was a weird thing in this place. I don't know how long I've actually been here. I can imagine I've slept a lot after the week I've had, but time still doesn't seem to add up.
This time around, I didn't wake up in the bed. One moment I was asleep, on top of Thio, the next I was sitting in the back of a police cruiser, handcuffed. I was in a skimpy black dress, my blond hair in a ratty mess around me, my pantyhose had several runs in them. I looked like some party girl who got busted in a club.
I looked out the window. It was night, the lights of the signs shone brightly against the black sky. No moon and the stars were drowned out. This didn't look like my city. It could have been, since it was huge and I probably hadn't seen every inch, but for some reason I was sure this wasn't my city.
The cruiser pulled into a police station and parked. He opened my door and gently pulled me out and he had to hold me up like I was drunk. Now that I was on my feet, I felt loopy like I was drunk.
The bright lights of the station hurt my eyes and I squinted as I waited for my eyes to adjust. The cop sat me down at a desk and cuffed me to it and left.
It was quiet in here. The clock on the desk read 3:42am. I guess it was a slow night for them. I wish I knew what it was that I did to get here.
A new cop came and sat down at the desk. He was older, his black hair was peppered with gray and he wore a nice looking suit. His badge was on his belt. The folder he had in his hand had a name I wasn't familiar with on it. Sierra Rain. Huh.
"Well, Sierra. This is the third time this month. And unfortunately for you, you will be spending the whole weekend in lockup." He didn't look at me while he flipped through the file, wrote stuff, added more papers and shut it without letting me look at it.
"You want your phone call?" I perked up and nodded.
He removed the cuffs long enough to release me from the table and recuffed my hands in front of me. The hall way was almost too bright when we came upon some pay phones.
"You got three minutes," he informed me and went to walk a few feet away to give me privacy. Through the fog, I tried punching in Cora's number. I heard the chimes and the operator tell me that the number I have dialed is no longer in service. I tried Bree's. And Jilly's. The same message.
I smashed the phone against the box over and over in my frustration. How could their numbers not work? How was I supposed to get out of jail?!
"That's enough, Sierra!" The cop ripped the phone out of my hands and pushed me forward. I stumbled in my high heels as my feet worked to catch myself. The cop took me by the elbow and led me to processing. Oh, joy.
"Your timing sure is something, Sierra," he told me, leading me to what looked like an interrogation room with a two way mirror. "Francine... you remember Francine, right? Well, she took the whole week off. Looks like it's Frank that will get to do your strip search."
I felt the color drain from my face. The cop cuffed me to the table and shoved me into the seat and then left. They didn't come back right away. Instead, they made me sit there, for what I guessed what and hour or two. It let my nerves get the best of me. Waiting for what was to come.
The air conditioner was on. At first, it was nice. Now, I wanted a coat, blanket or anything to warm up again. I swear I could almost see my breath in the air.
Finally the door opened. Thio, aka Frank I guessed, walked into the room. This was the first time he wasn't naked when I saw him. He was in a suit like the other cop. Badge on his belt. He actually looked good somehow.
"Sierra, I'm told we need to search you properly. Last time you were able to smuggle some weed in." The door shut with a loud click. Thio grinned wickedly at me. "Don't worry, our good pal Sanders is keeping an eye on us, along with some friends."
I gulped. Thio walked around the table and started to pull my chair away from the table, forcing me to stand. Eyes closed, I could feel my heart start to race in anticipation.
Thio stood behind me, our eyes meeting in the two way mirror. He reached around me to uncuff my hands. He leaned in, whispering, and told me what he would do if I didn't do as I was told or tried to fight.
I felt his hands at my thighs, slowly lifting my dress up. His hands skimmed my skin as the dress was lifted over my hips and then over my head. I shivered, though I tried to convince myself it was because of the air conditioning.
"Place your hands on the table," Thio demanded, his hands on my shoulders forcing me to bend over and place my hands on the table.
My refection in the mirror was something else. I could see my hard nipples through my lacy strapless black bra. Thio's hands on my ass felt like fire. I was wearing a g string, which I refused to wear before now. My eyes couldn't stop looking at our reflection. Me, bent over, my hair a mess, in nothing but black underwear and hose. Thio, behind me, squeezing my ass, in his nice suit and tie. The badge was just a bonus.
Thio's hands crept up my back and I felt his fingers at the back of my bra. I sucked in a breath and shivered as the snap came undone and the bra fell from me to the table. I bit back a moan when his hands came around and roughly squeezed my breasts, pushing them up, showing them off to the men behind the mirror. I yelped when he pinched my nipples cruelly.
My hands never left the table.
"Tell me, what will I find?" His hot breath was on my neck, his teeth bit down briefly while his hands continued to torture me.
"N-n-n-nothing," I gasped. At least I hoped. I had no idea what I had been dropped into, but the idea of a real jail sentence wasn't something I really needed to experience. Thio wouldn't do that. Would he?
Thio's hands drifted from my breasts, down my stomach, to the top of my skimpy panties. I closed my eyes. I was embarrassed that I was wet already. God, what the hell did he do to me?
He plunged a hand inside my panties and I arched my hips back in reaction. His fingers dug into me, playing, searching. He was teasing me. His other hand gripped my chin, forcing my eyes open and to watch us. My breasts displayed, his hand down my panties. I was flushed, aroused.
