Jill slipped into her damp leather skirt, and then her wet bra and blouse. She shivered almost uncontrollably. The sweatshirt, though, was still reasonably dry and clean.
Jill pulled the sweatshirt over her wet clothes. The sweatpants, having acted as a seat cushion and sponge for the last two hours, were completely soaked and reeked of sex. She rolled up the sweatpants and placed them in the bag with the dildos.
Jill's feet were slick as she put her high-heeled sandals on. Her calves and thighs were on fire as she stepped out the door of the video booth. She worked out regularly, but had never worked out those muscles in quite that way.
When Jill entered the store from the video booth area, the ceiling lights seemed to be at their fullest intensity. Jill bumped into a magazine rack and then a lubricant display stand, sending bottles of Astrolube rolling around the floor.
"Well, well, Red." Officer Friendly smiled. "Do I get to add Public Intoxication to the list, too?"
"I'm not drunk," Jill answered.
"Well, we'll see." Friendly pulled the bag from Jill's hand. "What have we here? What's your fascination with dildos again? Oh, wait... they're for a bachelorette party, right?"
Jill stood and stared, shivering slightly.
"Red, you look the crack whore if I ever saw one. What else you got in this bag? One form of ID – probably fake – and $1200 cash?" Friendly put the ID and money in his pocket and handed the bag back to Jill. "You been turnin' tricks, Red?"
Iris came from the back room. Dee followed.
"Here's the tape. We didn't mean nothing by it." Iris said, handing a security tape to the police officer.
"Only copy?" Friendly asked, knowing that T.J. recorded everything digitally these days.
"Mmmm hmmm." Iris answered in the affirmative.
Friendly turned to Jill. "I don't want to have to cuff you, but I will."
Jill's eyes widened.
"You're arresting me? For what!" Jill said sternly as a new trail of come formed down her inner thigh.
"Well, let's see... Public Indecency, Prostitution, Public Intoxication, Falsifying Identification, to name a few," Friendly smiled, reaching for his handcuffs.
"I'll take you down to the station, let you make your phone call, and we'll run your prints to see what other trouble you might be into."
"No. Please don't. I'm telling you the truth. This is all a big misunderstanding." Jill pleaded.
"We'll see." Friendly turned Jill around and put her hands behind her back. He held her bag under his arm while he locked the handcuffs in place.
Jill had never been arrested in her life. The cold steel on her wrists was heavy.
Friendly's grip on her upper arm was firm, but not painful, as he led her into the pouring rain.
"You all have a fine morning," Friendly nodded back to Iris and Dee. They just looked back at him shaking their heads disapprovingly.
She waited until the door closed, and then Iris looked at her brother. "Was tapping that 38 year-old white woman worth getting mixed up with Friendly?"
"I ain't had nothin' like it," Dee said. "I'm gonna have to get her outa this, though."
"Awe, shit." Iris said. "You best play it cool, Romeo."
"Yeah. No shit." Dee said.
"As fucked up as T.J. is, he sure called this one, didn't he?" Iris asked.
"Yeah, he's a fuckin' psychic, all right." Dee almost believed. "He's just been doin' this shit so long, he's gotten good at it. Between him and Friendly, I can't figure out why they haven't made enough money off this shit to retire, already."
"Well, if you gonna do somethin', you can start by cleaning up those booths." Iris smiled.
She knew Dee was heading out the door to help Jill. Iris could see it in his eyes. Usually, T.J. was the icebreaker, and Dee didn't get involved. The fact that Dee was actually fancy on this older redheaded woman worried her.
Iris had helped make at least a dozen movies the same way, and it never ended well for the girl.
They'd come in, usually out of the rain, drunk or high, and lost.
The next thing they knew, they're sucking dicks in the video booth for taxi fare. Friendly "busts" them, but ends up working something out so he doesn't have to take them to jail.
Soon, they're making more movies, or the center of attention at private parties. Their families and friends never hear from them again – not always because they died an early death from drugs or suicide, but because they're too ashamed to go home after everything they've done.
Dee knew there was something different about Jill, though. The most she was doing for money was putting on a show; masturbating, just so she could keep the video going. She invited him in that booth because she really wanted to get fucked. She had no idea that he had come close to orgasm several times simply by the way she kissed him. Only one other girl had ever kissed him like that.
He knew she had a life, a husband, a daughter, and a job. He liked to think his momma raised him better than this.
Yet, for some reason, he would like nothing more than to fuck that redhead again.
But not on Friendly's terms.
She was older, and probably wouldn't last more than one or two trains before Friendly broke her for good. He wondered how many thugs Friendly had already called tonight, that were shaving their balls in preparation for another movie.
"Please don't take me to jail, officer." Jill pleaded. "This is going to ruin my family."
"You should have thought about that before you put that big black dick inside you." Friendly said to the rearview mirror.
"Surely, there's got to be another way," Jill asked. "Can't I just pay a fine or something? I've never done anything wrong in my life!"
"Well, now that you mention it, you'll probably only get community service." Friendly smiled. "That ain't too bad. You know, maybe cleaning a park, helping the homeless... or sucking my dick when I tell you."
Jill's eyes widened. Friendly looked at her closely in the rearview mirror, and then pulled over.
