This just wasn't Suzy's night. First, her date with Brad was cancelled after he had to suddenly leave town to go to his grandmother's funeral. Then, her back-up plans to see a movie with her best friend Amy also fell through, following Amy's acquiring food-poisoning that afternoon at the school cafeteria. Her parents were both out of town for the week, and her brother off at college. Alone and restless, Suzy was bored. So she decided to hit the town by herself, something she had never done before.
The 18-year old high school senior was a beauty by anybody's standards, especially her own. Her lithe young body had near perfect dimensions, with long, tapered, smooth and silky legs, a pert round little butt, flat stomach, and small-but-nicely-formed breasts. Add to that a pretty face and shoulder-length blonde hair, and she was indeed a hottie. Her reflection as she preened before the mirror caused her to smile with satisfaction.
But now a problem arose in her mind. Where to find the right someone to share her time with? That could be tricky. She didn't want to go just anywhere or be seen with just anyone. Suzy had high standards for herself, and wasn't about to lessen it by getting together with just any guy off the street, no matter good-looking he might be.
So, dressed in her tightest miniskirt, the yellow one with the spaghetti straps and matching yellow bra and panties underneath, she got into her Mazda Prelude and headed uptown to the Paramount Club, the hottest dance bar where she also knew the doorman and therefore knew she could get in for free with a minimum of fuss. But could she make it there before happy hour ended? Sure she could. Granted, she probably wouldn't have to buy herself a drink all night, not with these legs, but why waste time? The night was long, but not that long.
But as she crossed 42nd Street her plans began to unravel. The flashing lights behind her caused her to immediately look down at her speedometer. It showed 56 miles-per-hour. Uh oh. What was the speed limit? 30 miles-per-hour? "Are they kidding? That's 26-miles over the speed limit! "I'll lose my license," Suzy thought, remember those two other speeding tickets she'd already received this year.
She decided to lose the cops. Hitting the gas, Suzy sped up, ran a light, then made a quick turn into an alley, racing like the NASCAR driver she knew herself to be. Unfortunately, she was on the wrong track. This unfamiliar alley was a dead end. Suzy knew she was in for trouble. The police barely listened to her story about being confused and not seeing them in her rear-view mirror. They impounded the car and took her to jail.
The policewoman jailer was impressed when the police turned Suzy over to her custody. Staring at the young girl's sexy figure, the woman couldn't help but lick her lips. "Somebody's going to have some fun in here tonight," she thought to herself.
Suzy was led into a cell that obviously held four inmates. She was relieved to find herself alone. The call to her father's lawyer had only reached his answering machine. Hopefully he checked his messages regularly.
For the next 45-minutes Suzy just sat there on one of the beds built into the walls. The she heard the clicking of a key into the lock, and stood up, expecting to see the lawyer or perhaps one of his assistants, coming to bail her out. Instead it was the woman jailer, followed by a woman in a leather biker jacket. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, and while attractive, also looked like the kind of person used to having her own way. The jailer had a smirk on her face as she locked her in.
"Have fun, Casey," she quietly said as the door closed behind her and the locked clicked again, leaving Suzy very much alone with her new cellmate.
