"I've got a wild one for you tonight, Bel!"
"Hi, Margie!" The black jailer looked up from the novel she had only just started reading but was already bored with. "What have you got for me?"
"Public intoxication. Her boyfriend was pulled over for D.U.I. He's being booked next door." At that point the female police officer pulled into view her protesting female blonde prisoner so that Bella could see her for the first time. "This one wouldn't have been charged at all except that she couldn't keep her big mouth shut during her boyfriend's arrest."
Bella took a good look at the handcuffed girl that officer Margie Carson held firmly in her grasp. She was quite pretty, her age in the low twenties, with silky shoulder-length hair now askew, a beautiful face with slightly smeared lipstick, and a sexy, slender body clad in a very short, rumpled pink mini-dress with matching high-heeled pumps. She struggled ineffectively in the policewoman's grasp.
"I didn't do anything," the girl blurted out in an angry voice that was pleasant to listen to nonetheless. "This is bullshit! Fucking pigs!"
"See what I mean?" Margie commented. "She was like this from the time we pulled them over till we read her boyfriend his rights. We gave her at least a dozen warnings before slapping on the cuffs. She's all yours now."
"Thank you so much," Bella responded good naturedly, staring at the beautiful blonde girl soon to be turned over into her possession.
Bella herself wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. She was an athletically built, thirty-something black woman who had worked here at the Huerfano County Jail's women's wing for just over six months now. It was a boring job. Because it was only a small jail, and because so few women were arrested, she usually worked solo with nobody around the entire night. Tonight had started out as no exception. Until now, that is.
"C'mon, honey," she said, firmly taking the pretty blonde girl by the arm as officer Margie Stallings unlocked the girl's handcuffs and gently pushed her through the security door where the cells were located. "Welcome to your home for the rest of the night."
"Fucking bitch," the blonde girl mumbled as officer Margie hasily departed the building to return to her patrol car. Bella and the girl were now alone in the corridor leading to the drunk tank and the other cells.
"OK, that's enough of that," Bella calmly told the girl, grasping her firmly by the arm. The girl resisted only slightly, staring uncertainly at the black woman jailer. Her eyes continued to show anger, but also some uncertainty as to what the remainder of the night held in store for her.
"First time in jail?" Bella inquired. She couldn't help noticing that this girl was not just attractive; she was exceptionally beautiful. Her eyes glanced from the girl's pretty eyes, to her gorgeous pouty mouth, down to her lush breasts, and further on down to the sensual curves of her hips, and those two long, slender legs. Bella thought she looked a little bit like a Jessica Simpson clone.
"This is bullshit," the girl mumbled defiantly, unintentionally wiggling her ass as she turned away from the jailer to face the wall. "I wasn't driving. I was just a passenger."
"Yeah, and according to the report you cussed out the arresting officers repeatedly, even after they warned you several times to shut up."
"Since when is cussing against the law?" the girl said sullenly. "Besides, they deserved it."
"Well, they're gone now, and it's just you and me," Bella told her. "So we might as well be friends, right?"
"Fuck you, bitch," was the girl's surprising retort. She looked over her shoulder at Bella, expectantly.
Bella smiled. This girl was certainly a feisty one. Normally she would have simply pushed her into the drunk tank to sleep it off, but now a new idea formed in her mind. If this pretty thing wanted to act the bitch then this just might be an ideal time to educate her that there were serious consequences regarding her actions. Consequences that might prove enjoyable to both women.
"What's your name, sweet thing?" she inquired of the girl.
"I don't have to talk to you," was all she got back in response. "I want my lawyer."
"All in good time, sweetie." Bella smiled again. "But tonight you're mine. All mine."
The girl again turned her back to her, and faced the wall.
Bella decided to have some fun. It would certainly break the monotony of the evening. Chances are, this was going to be the only female inmate she'd have to worry about tonight, and without doubt the most attractive. A perfect opportunity to teach a pretty white girl a strict lesson in etiquette.
"You're a mess," she stated, turning the girl around. "I think you need a shower before I book you into your cell."
"That's bullshit," the girl protested. "I showered only a few hours ago before my date..." She attempted to pull away from Bella's grasp. That was a mistake.
Bella was much stronger than her. She pushed the girl's face to the wall. It was obvious that the pretty blonde didn't have the strength to resist her.
"Hold still," Bella ordered, slapping the girl sharply on her pretty ass. "Hands against the wall while I search you for weapons."
"I don't have any..." the girl started to protest, but then Bella again slapped her ass. The girl moaned and stood still.
"Keep quiet," Bella ordered, and proceeded to run her hands up and down the girl's slender form in a pretense of a body search. She spent extra time squeezing and fondling the girl's lovely breasts and especially her delicious, curvy ass. Her hands then travelled down those two incredibly long legs, slowly down and then up again, pulling up the girl's mini-dress to end up fondling her incredibly hot, panty-covered butt.
