Officer Robert Davis walked to the office where another officer had told him his wife was waiting for him. He was glad for the break. He was still pissed off that he'd had to come in to work on his birthday when he would prefer to be at home with Kellie.
He walked into the office and closed the door. Kellie stood up. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the standard issue for inmates of the jail, and a pair of handcuffs was locked around her wrists.
"Hi, Robert," she said, walking over to him. "I told your co-worker Kevin I wanted to surprise you for your birthday, so he lent me some...stuff."
Robert had already felt himself beginning to get hard.
"He said you'd be able to take us somewhere private," she continued. She lifted her arms up and around him and kissed him on the lips. She smiled. "So, what do you say Officer. Make my time in here easier."
Robert fell into character with her game quickly.
"Well, ma'am," he said. "I'm going to have to talk to your arresting officer. He should have cuffed your hands behind your back."
He removed the handcuffs from her wrists.
"Turn around," he instructed.
She obeyed.
"I promise I'm not a threat," she said innocently, feigning nervousness. "Is this really necessary?"
He locked the handcuffs back around her wrists behind her back and turned her back around.
"Yes, ma'am, it is."
"So, what happens now, Officer," she asked.
"Now you'll be taken to a cell," Robert said.
He led her out of the office and down hall and into a stairwell. He led her up the stairs and into a set of cells that were used for inmates' conjugal visits. They were private, and instead of bars, they were a completely enclosed room. Robert led Kellie into one and closed and locked the door behind him.
