"Hey, are you almost done in there? I have a hot date tonight!"
"Just another moment," Carrie called back. She was standing in the bathroom of her hotel room, admiring how her brand new violet prom dress clung to her body.
"Beautiful," she said quietly to herself. "This is gonna drive Andy up the wall!" She was a beautiful young brunette teen-ager with bright emerald eyes and just a hint of freckles dusting her skin. Tonight, she knew she was going to be the object of every boy's desire at the prom. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.
Brushing her silky long hair with one hand and downing another swallow of Jack & Coke with the other, Carrie was ready to start the evening. She took another long glimpse at her body, staring somewhat dejectedly at her modest bustline. She had just turned eighteen a few months ago, and it looked like a pleasant B-Cup was all she was going to get.
But no matter, she mused. She may not have the rack, but she certainly had the best ass in high school And tonight, when Andy came back with her to the hotel, she was going to let him take her back there......she was actually starting to get wet just....
"Carrie! Shit, come on!"
Tommy had always been a bit impatient, but he was a sweet brother for doing this. Buying the alcohol for her, renting the room in his name so Mom wouldn't find out.....it wasn't fair to keep him waiting.
Carrie opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, spreading her arms and showing off her dress. "Ta-da!"
Tommy was leaning back in the bed, drinking a beer and watching some racy Cinemax movie. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up when he saw his younger sister in her prom dress. "Not bad, sis.....you look a lot better than my prom date did!"
Carrie blushed and waved him off. It was only her brother, after all, but he was a handsome, rugged jock who had been with more than his share of young women. He didn't make light compliments, and he never said anything that he didn't mean.
"Thanks again for everything, Tommy," Carrie smiled excitedly, grabbing her purse and shoes.
"Ah, don't worry about it," Tommy winked, finishing his beer and turning off the television. "You only have one senior prom, so you gotta make it a good one. Just be safe, and for shit's sake, don't do any more drinking until you get back to the hotel room for the night! Mom would rip me a new one if she found out I was getting booze for you and your boyfriend."
Mischievously, Carrie swallowed another big gulp of her drink and licked her lips at her brother. "I'll be good," she purred in a sing-song voice.
Tommy had heard that one before, and he just rolled his eyes. "Let's get going, I'm supposed to meet Sarah for a movie in an hour."
The two were just about to head to the door when there was a sudden, unexpected knock at the hotel room door.
"Were you expecting your boyfriend to come pick you up?" Tommy asked his sister.
"No, I'm meeting him at the school. He doesn't even know what room I'm in," she shrugged, taking another big drink.
Tommy had a suspicious feeling, and stopped Carrie from drinking any further. "Why don't you hide the booze," he suggested in a hushed voice. "Just get in the bathroom for a second." Carrie obliged, taking the seven assorted bottles of alchohol with her, as Tommy opened the door to a crack.
What he saw caused his throat to tighten! Three people were standing outside the hotel room door, all of them with a serious glare on their faces. His eyes took in the most intimidating details immediately-----badges, holstered guns, eyes hidden by sunglasses. It was a trio of police officers....and his underage sister with alcohol on her breath was just a few feet away
"Is.....is there a problem?" Tommy exhaled
The police officer standing closest to him, a tall woman with a clenched jaw, just stood there, looking around the hotel room with a quick glance. She was a few inches taller than Tommy----probably 5' 11-----but even if her height was being inflated by her boots, she didn't look like the sort of woman you could push around. She couldn't have more than thirty years old.
She was a giant compared to the other female cop, a young, short Hispanic woman who had the physique of a pixie compared to the taller officer. She was looking around the parking lot of the hotel, as if to see if anyone else was watching.
Flanking the tall woman on her other side was a large cop that looked like a tank. Six foot four, bald, and angry looking. Tommy's mind angrily reminded his body not to begin urinating.
"I'm Officer Erika Tack. As you know, it's prom night, and we routinely patrol the area to ensure that there is no underage drinking."
Tommy took a deep breath, hoping that his younger sister would keep quiet while he tried to talk himself out of this.
"I graduated high school years ago," Tommy began, happy that he didn't have to lie. He was never a very good liar. "I'm not going to any prom tonight."
The short Hispanic woman gestured towards a pink Volkswagon with her nightstick. It was decorated with blue and pink balloons and ribbons. Tommy felt his throat tighten up again.
"Are you telling us that this little crap bug isn't your car?"
"N-no, it's not mine," he stammered.
"That's funny," said the tall man, taking off his sunglasses and glaring intensely into Tommy's eyes, as if wanted to shove his head through the television. "According to the front desk, that car is registered to this room. Are you lying to us, boy?" His voice sounded like a truck barreling through a tunnel, and the thought of it colliding into him caused Tommy to subconsciously take a step back.
"It's my sister's car, actually," he finally admitted.
The three officers looked at each for a moment, and seemed to nod in agreement. Officer Erika stepped into the frame of the doorway, and pointed at Tommy. "Step aside," she demanded in a quiet, but serious tone. Tommy hesitated for a second, until the giant man put his fingers on the handle of his nightstick and cleared his throat. Tommy backed against the wall immediately, and the three officers stepped into the little hotel room.
Erika looked around the room for a few moments, and sniffed the air. She grunted, unsurprised. "Have you been drinking?"
"That's not illegal," Tommy said defensively. "I'm over 21."
"Are you here alone?" she continued, pressing her nightstick against one of the two beds. The sound of the springs bouncing filled the dreadfully silent room, and Tommy looked at his feet, unsure of what to say. "Sit down on the bed," she finally instructed, as the male cop walked to the bathroom door.
He stood there for a moment, looking at the door, and then pounded against the wood three times. His fists were the size of footballs, and the noise filled the room with an deafening echo.
It took only a few seconds for Carrie to sheepishly open the door to find the biggest man she'd ever seen staring down at her. The male officer motioned for her to have a seat on the bed next to her brother, which she quickly obeyed.
