There were some reports of prostitutes setting up shop at our local ski resorts. Now I really have no problem with a woman selling her services, but the law is the law and it my job to enforce it. It was a cold Friday night in late march when Deputy Jefferson and myself set up a little sting. It was pretty simple, he was in plain clothes and he approached several women sitting at the bar, offering them money for sex. When an offer was accepted, he gave me the signal, and I moved in and we collared four women, two brunettes and two blondes in our first shot. We loaded them into the police van and headed back to the station.
Once at the station we herded them into the office. We handcuffed them to a bench as Deputy Jefferson drew the short straw and did the paperwork, while I would get the privilege of processing them, before putting them in the holding cell. We were probably just going to hold them for a few hours anyways and then let them go, with a simple ticket, as we really didn't really want to waste the courts time and money with them.
My father, I mean the Sheriff came out and said he was a little bored, so he uncuffed the two brunettes and led them into his office. He left me the two blondes, what a guy! I searched the first blonde, she wasn't anything special, in fact I think she liked it more than I did.
I led the second blonde into the processing room, she was professing her innocents, but I wasn't listing instead I just couldn't get over how much she looked like Danni Ash. If you don't know who Danni is, get your hand out of your pants and type in Danni Ash in any search engine, You won't be disappointed.
"Please sir this is a case of mistaken identity, really I was just having a cocktail," she cried.
I have to say I really liked the way she said cocktail.
"Please Miss tell it to the judge," I barked.
After she pleaded her case some more, she probably got tired of staring at my blank expression so she finally moved on.
"What is this room for, I thought you had bars on your cells?" She mumbled.
"Well this is the room we search suspects before we put them into the holding cell, which your right has bars and everything," I said a little wisely.
"Hey don't treat me like I'm a dummy cause I have blonde hair," she hissed.
"My bad," I said with a little laugh.
"Plus you already searched me before you put me in the van," she cried.
"That was just a quick pat down," I managed before being cut off.
"It wasn't that quick," she barked.
"This one is more thorough, we have to search for contraband," I managed.
"Really, sounds like you just wanna put your hands on me again," she hissed.
Should couldn't have been more correct, she was dressed in a nice button down sweater with a couple of the buttons undone, which gave the viewer a nice dose of cleavage. She also had nice curves that she showed off with a nice tight skirt, her legs covered in white lacy stockings.
"Enjoying yourself," she hissed, as she grew tired of my mentally stripping off her clothes. I also grew a little tired of it as well, or just a little impatient, either way I decided it was time to start the real one.
"You can start by unbuttoning that sweater," I said as calm as I could.
"What?" She cried, as she threw her hands up in front of her chest, "Oh right, you just wanna see my boobs,"
"Not really, I just want to make sure you're not hiding anything in there," I said, as my nose grew, or maybe it wasn't my nose.
"Couldn't you tell when you frisked me earlier? She said, "you certainly spent enough time there,"
"There was a great deal too search," I shot back with.
"Funny, like I haven't heard jokes about the size of my boobs before," she said as she slowly unbuttoned some buttons.
"Ok, hold the sweater open when you're done," I managed.
She slowly complied, "oh this is a nice pose," she said wisely.
"Hey I was thinking the same thing," I said, as I checked out her great breasts, incased in a baby blue bra that seemed like it was ready to burst.
"Ok now I'll take the sweater," I said.
She took it off and handed it to me, "you know all men are pigs," she said as I hung her sweater on the clothes hook, that was on the wall.
"Really I'm glad that you pointed it out to me, I thought it was only us cops," I said rather wisely.
She just stuck her tongue out at me quickly.
"The skirt next," was my next order.
From the surprised look on her face, I figured she though her bra would be next, but I had to say they had a real erotic look, stuffed in their sexy holding place, as she slid her skirt down. She revealed a pair matching, baby blue panties, a garter-belt holding up her white stockings. I hung the skirt up.
"See I'm clean," she said probably hoping the search was over.
"Please take off the stockings and garter belt," I barked.
"Oh yah like I'm hiding an ak-57 in my socks," she mumbled as she started to lean forward and roll down her left sock.
"47," I hissed.
"What," she said looking up at me with her glowing green eyes.
"AK 47," I said with a sly smile on my face, enjoying the frisky banter.
