Trading in Red for Orange

Carmen Sandiego smiled as she lifted the ancient Egyptian vase from its resting place in the museum, admiring its beauty before she turned back towards the rope which would lift her back to the roof. Suddenly, the bright lights of the museum turned on, startling her and she watched as the rope, cut from electronic pully system she had set up on the roof, was cut and fell uselessly to the floor in front of her.

The lights now on, she turned to see several police officers, their guns trained on her. One in particular, a handsome FBI agent named Brian Hawkins, smiled at her.

"Why don't you set the vase down nice and easy, Carmen," Brian said. "And then put your hands up."

Carmen looked around somewhat frantically.

"There's no path to escape, Carmen," Brian said in a steady voice. The smile on his face could practically be heard. He'd been chasing after this for years. "We have agents at every exit. You're not going anywhere."

Realizing she was caught, at least for now, Carmen set the vase down on the floor and smiled at Brian.

"Put your hands up, Carmen," Brian reminded her.

She continued to smile.

"Agent Hawkins," she said in a sultry voice. "You of all people know I'm unarmed. Violence is not my style."

"All the same," Brian replied, "these officers and I would all feel a lot more comfortable if your hands were up and in plain sight."

Carmen shrugged and, still smiling, raised her gloved hands. Brian approached her slowly, cautiously, knowing how talented Carmen was. He took her by her arm which was covered by her trademark red jacket and he led her to the wall and firmly pushed her up against it. He pulled the gloves from her hands and removed her red hat letting her auburn hair fall just past her shoulders.

"I've been waiting a long time to say these words," he said. "Carmen Sandiego, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent and to refuse to answer questions. Anything you do say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand?"

Carmen looked over her shoulder at Brian.

"Oh, I understand," she said, a smile on her face, remarkably at ease for a woman facing decades in prison.

"Keep facing the wall," Brian ordered her and she complied. Brian frisked her, running his hands over her fit young body, touching her firm chest and then moving them down her torso to her hips over her buttocks, up and down each of her legs, and finally up between her legs.

Carmen couldn't help but notice the authoritative and firm strength his hands exhibited as he patted her down and a shiver ran through her body involuntarily. Then she felt Brian pull her arms behind her back and she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs tighten around her wrists pinning her hands behind her. He turned her around to face her and she smiled at him.

"Agent Hawkins," she said in the same sultry voice, "usually men buy me dinner before handcuffing me."

Hawkins couldn't help but smile in return. It was half a mocking smile and half of genuine amusement.

"You keep that sense of humor, Carmen," he told her. "You'll need it where you're headed."

He took her by the arm and with no less than twelve officers following behind he led her out of the museum and put her in the backseat of a black Ford.

"Why, Agent Hawkins," she quipped, "walking the lady to her car and opening the door for her. And they say chivalry is dead."

He closed the door. The truth is, she was getting to him a bit. As long as he'd been chasing her, this was the closest he'd ever been to her physically and she radiated sexuality. She was wearing an intoxicating perfume and her calmness, especially under the circumstances, was overwhelming and he found himself a bit hard. This was increased by the fact that she was, for all intents and purposes, under his control.

He got into the driver's seat and closed the door and started the car and began driving. He couldn't help but steal glances at her through the rearview mirror. She continued to give him the same voluptuous smile.

"So," she said in a breathy voice, "when we get to the jail...who strip searches me? You? A female agent? I'm okay with either, you know."

He couldn't tell if she was flirting with him solely to throw him off his guard or if it was just how she was coping with her unexpected circumstances. Or maybe she was just very very horny. Maybe it was a combination of two or even all three of them. Either way, if he was going to get himself calmed down, maybe his best move was to play along.

"Oh, I intend on taking on that task all by myself," he replied. "I've worked too long and hard to bring you in to not see it through all the way."

"Long and hard, you say," she replied, licking her lips.

Brian's stomach turned. He didn't want to admit how nervous she was making him.

"Have you ever had sex with someone you've arrested, Agent Hawkins," she asked, the same smoky breathy voice.

She was definitely trying to get to him, he concluded. He remained quiet, not responding to her probing questions.

They reached the federal holding facility and Brian parked the car. He got out and opened Carmen's door and helped her out of the car and led her inside. He took her to an elevator and took her to the fifth floor. When the door opened, a young woman with short black hair and glasses was waiting for them.

"Carmen," said Brian, "this is Agent Jules Argent. She'll be taking over your booking process from here. I'll chat more."

"I thought you said you would be doing the strip search," Carmen breathed. "I'm not making you nervous, am I?"

"Quiet, Sandiego," Jules said sharply. Her voice was much less nervous than Brian's and she took Carmen by the arm and gruffly walked her over to a counter.

"I'm going to remove these handcuffs," Jules said. "You try anything, though, and you'll regret it. Keep your arms down to your sides until instructed otherwise."

She didn't even bother to ask if Carmen understood. She unlocked the cuffs from Carmen's wrists and for now, Carmen decided the best move was to cooperate. She left her arms by her sides as she had been ordered to do. Then, one hand at a time, Jules fingerprinted her, rolling each of Carmen's fingers along a digital scanner.

Next, Carmen was led over to a height chart where her mugshot was taken: front and profile. Jules took her by the arm and led her to a room. She handed Carmen a plastic bag.

"Strip," Jules ordered. "All of your clothes go in that bag and then stand there and wait until you're told what to do next."

Without any hesitation or nervousness, Carmen removed her jacket and then her blouse and then her pants. Everything she wore, except for her black blouse, was a bright and deep red: her jacket, her pants, her shoes. Even her bra and panties were a lacy red matching set. She removed each piece of clothing and dropped them into the plastic bag and stood completely nude in front of Jules.

Jules walked her through the process of making her squat down and cough and then lifting each of her feet and wiggling her toes to ensure nothing was hidden in the crevices between her toes. She instructed Carmen to stand with her arms spread out to her sides, forming a T. Then, with sure hands, Jules approached her and began patting down her naked body, running her hands over every inch. She put on a pair of gloves and spread Carmen's ass cheeks and examined her anal cavity. Then, she swapped to another pair of gloves and she slid two fingers inside of Carmen's pussy to hunt for any contraband Carmen might be hiding.

The only uncomfortable part for Carmen was the anal cavity search. She's never liked the feeling of any foreign objects in her ass. But when Jules probed her cunt, Carmen allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. She may under arrest right now, she knew, but she knew her talents well enough that she knew she would get out of this. So, she might as well make the best of the circumstances. She was actually disappointed when Jules completed the search.

Jules handed her a bright orange shirt and pants and a pair of faded canvas shoes.

"I hope you like orange as much as you like red," Jules quipped. "Get dressed."

Carmen put the clothes on and they fit reasonably well considering that they were jail garments which had probably been worn by no less than twenty different prisoners. They were a bit baggy and she had to pull the drawstring on the pants quite tight to keep them around her waist but the were a decent fit. Jules pulled her arms behind her again and once again Carmen felt and heard the clicking of the cuffs around her wrists.

Jules led her from the room and took her back to the elevator and to a the lower level. She led Carmen through a secure steel door and down a hall of cells. She ushered Carmen into an empty cell and removed the cuffs from her wrists and then closed the barred door locking Carmen inside and then walked away.

Carmen wouldn't have admitted it to Jules or to Brian, but despite her bravado and flirting, there was a part of her that was actually pretty nervous. She was confident she would find a way to escape, but right now she was locked in a jail cell, a place she never thought she would find herself and she had to take a moment to steady and calm herself and tell herself she would be fine. She would find a way out of this.

Four hours later, footsteps approached her cell and a familiar voice said, "You're still here. Knowing you, I'm at least somewhat surprised you haven't pulled off an escape yet."

Siting on her cot, she looked up and saw Brian standing outside of her cell.

"I can't tell if you are being serious or if you're gloating," she said still not showing her nervousness. She stood up and approached the cell.

"A little of both," Brian admitted. "I don't see you escaping from this, but...well, I guess I wouldn't find myself too surprised if you pulled it off."

She had to chuckle.

"So," she said, "you've captured the thief. Got her locked up. Don't pretend you don't find her attractive because we're both too smart to believe that. So...what now?"

"Now? Now you spend the rest of your life in prison, Carmen."

"I mean between you and me. Come on, Brian, you know damn well you want to fuck me right now."

Brian wasn't sure what to say. She'd gone from being flirtatious to something a lot more direct. And the truth was, he was incredibly turned on by her and he did want to fuck her. But he couldn't admit that to her.

"I think you give yourself too much credit."

"I'm thinking the same thing about you," she replied. "Come on, it's not like we both don't want it. You've been chasing after me for so long...I know I've thought about it. You really expect me to believe you haven't? Hell, I see in your eyes right now how much you want me. I also see that bulge in your pants."

Again, Brian wasn't sure what to say and he tried to shift to hide his obvious arousal. But Carmen just laughed.

"Come on, Brian. Take control. Come in here and have your way with me."

Swallowing hard and in a way that was almost involuntary, Brian unlocked the cell door and stepped into the cell with Carmen. He closed the door with them both inside. He moved in closer to her. He was a good five inches taller than her but he tilted her head up and leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her, their mouths wide open and sliding his tongue into her mouth has he slid his hands over her shoulders through the thin cotton of her shirt. She draped her arms over his shoulders.

He wasted no time. He spun her around and pulled her shirt off over her head leaving her topless, her breasts hanging free, her nipples stiff and brittle. One hand grabbed her chest while the other slid down her body and rubbed her through her pants. She breathed heavily. The bulge in his pants was pressed firmly against her backside. She reached back with her hand and pulled his head forward and tilted her head back to continue kissing her.

He slid his hand inside her pants and she moaned as she felt him slide two fingers inside of her cunt and curl them up his thumb rubbed her clit. Her knees buckled under her but she managed to remain standing, lightly thrusting her hips forward against his fingers.

She used her hands to drop her pants to her ankles. This allowed more motion and deeper thrusts from Brian's fingers. She stepped her feet out of the pants and turned to face Brian and quickly and agilely unbuttoned his shirt leaving him bare-chested. She unbuckled his pants letting them fall to his ankles and she took his shaft in her hands and began stroking.

He wrapped his arms around her and guided her backwards towards the cot and aggressively pushed her down onto the mattress. While he kissed her neck, she put her mouth to his shoulder and playfully bit at him, her teeth scratching his shoulder, lightly breaking the skin. He barely noticed. He slid his dick inside of her pussy and she moaned loudly as he began thrusting himself against her. She put his hands on him, digging her nails into his back, scratching hard as she met his thrusts with her own, wrapping her legs around his waist, squeezing, holding him to her.

His hands cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples, causing her to moan even louder. She moved her hand between them, touching herself, absorbing some of her fluids onto her fingers which the then pressed to Brian's lips, letting him suck, tasting her.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered into his ear.

Only a couple of minutes later, her promise came to fruition and she felt herself explode, climaxing, her heart beating a mile a minute as her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open as she tried to catch her breath. Only a moment afterwards, Brian came as well and Carmen could feel his cum rushing out of him, rope after rope, deep inside of her. He finished off and then rolled off of her, laying next to her on the cot, also trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck," she said between deep breaths. "If I'd known it would be like that, I would have gotten myself caught a lot sooner."

Brian had to laugh.

"Somehow I doubt that," he said, standing up.

He picked up his clothes.

"You know I'm still going to find a way to escape," she said.

"I have no doubt you'll try," he replied as he put on his pants. He put on his shirt and buttoned it up and then reached through the bars to unlock the cell. He stepped out and closed the door, locking her in by herself once more.

She giggled and grinned at him.

"So, you're just going to fuck me and leave me locked up," she asked bringing the sultriness and flirtatious nature back to her voice.

"You didn't think I was going to all of a sudden let you go," he asked.

She continued to grin.

"Oh, it'll be much more fun when I escape," she replied. Still naked, she stood up and approached the bars. He couldn't help but stare at her body.

"And the resulting chase," she continued, "will make sex the next time just as incredible."