Sylvia read the sign that pointed the direction to the San Fuentes County Jail, "Where the hell is San Fuentes?" she thought. The police car she was riding in turned right and drove down a driveway into what looked like a basement entryway for police cars. The officer parked the car and Sylvia watched the officer mumble something into the microphone to the police radio in the car before actually turning off the car.
The officer came around and opened the door for Sylvia and again she was grabbed by the arm and assisted out of the car. They walked together across the parking lot to a large door, not a word was spoken between them. Sylvia watched as the officer pressed a button that sounded a buzzer on the other side of the door. Another, louder buzzer, sounded and the officer reached for and opened the door. "Not quite a luxury hotel," Sylvia thought to herself.
She proceeded through the booking procedure, complete with mug shot and fingerprinting. Then to add to her humiliation, she was thrown into a coed holding cell, still in the black cat suit and black high heeled boots. Every guy gave her a good leering once over and some of the scariest looking women in there did too! All of the bench seats had been taken so she found a spot on the floor just inside the door to call hers and sat there. One of the guys said to her from across the room, "They're not gonna let you stay there. You're too close to the door."
She realized he was probably right, so she spotted an area on the wall near the back and made that her temporary home. No one said anything else to Sylvia until she heard her name, "Sylvia Garcia?" get called by a uniform at the door.
"Right here," she announced as she stood up.
"Your Public Defender is here to talk to you," the uniform said.
She approached the door and she was directed to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She felt handcuffs go back on. The door she was standing next to opened and she was waved through, taken by the arm and briskly walked to a room with no windows, a few chairs, a table and florescent light coming from the ceiling. She felt the handcuffs removed and then was instructed to sit in a chair at the table.
What felt like an eternity later, a man from the Public Defenders office came in, with his briefcase. He wore his hair a little too long for his face, he was graying around his ears and eyebrows. Considering the time of day it was, he could use a shave as well. He silently set his briefcase on the table and opened it. Inside he found some documents, put them out on the table and after sitting down and putting glasses on, he briefly glanced through the paperwork. Finally he set everything down and said, "I'm Tim Jennings, your attorney," and extended his hand to shake Sylvia's.
"Hi Tim, I'm Sylvia Garcia."
"Of course you are. So, what's going on Sylvia?"
"How much time do we really have?"
"As long as we need, as long as I'm here."
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you. I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea where I am. And I have no clue to what even the month or year is! No one is telling me anything. But! I also know how to make this all go away," she said.
The attorney sat back in his chair and said, "Okay, tell me how."
"I'm going to stand up, so don't be afraid." Sylvia stood and grabbed the quarter sized ring at her neckline and slowly unzipped her outfit from the neck down to her crotch.
"What are you doing Miss Garcia?" he asked nervously.
She put her long manicured finger to her lips and softly said, "Shhhh." She took her long sleeves off and let the cat suit fall to her waist, exposing her narrow waist, slim shoulders and small boobs. From there, she turned her back to him and wriggled the cat suit down to her knees, not wanting to remove her boots, but allowing full visual access to her nether regions from behind. She leaned over on the table and looked behind her. The man she was enticing was focused on her heart shaped ass.
Swiftly, she spun around and knelt in front of him. She flattened her hand to his crotch and rubbed it up and down. Turning her hand so she could reach through his crotch to the other side and back, cupping his balls and rubbing them firmly and gently. Her quick moving hands unfastened his belt and pants and let them fall to the side of where he sat. His cock was springing to life from the fascinating attention from the beautiful Latina client.
He said, "Young lady, I don't think you understand. This isn't going to get you out of a court date!"
She put her long nailed hands on top of his cock and pulled it down to her and licked from his balls to the underside of his shaft on up to his cock head in a slow wet, drool dripping slurp. She closed her mouth around his dick and pretended it was a straw and sucked it to the back of her mouth, never once letting the vacuum pop.
Tim had been married for 31 years, and his beloved wife had stopped giving him head many years before. Being an officer of the court meant he couldn't partake of the many prostitutes he represented, God knows he was tempted. But this young lady knew what he needed, and didn't really ask for anything in return! It might be a symptom of what she was arrested for, he thought. But still, the long wet, hard suction of her mouth made the distraction he was trying to create go away and suddenly he started saying, "Ha! Ha! Ha!" quickly, not as a laugh, but more like someone making karate chops and breaking wood with their hands.
Sylvia knew he was about to cum, and pulled her mouth off his dick. She cupped his balls with her right hand and jerked him quickly with her left hand into her open mouth. The first salvo of cum from his rocket hit her square in the back of her mouth, the second on her upper lip and the third across her left eye, forcing it closed. She closed her mouth over the head and milked the remaining ejaculate from his penis with the vacuum of her mouth and her pierced tongue. She slowed the bobbing of her head until he was completely spent.
She closed her other eye and suddenly felt a chill go across her body and realized she needed to take a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, Sylvia had returned to the library and
Eyes In the Dark
