Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same. Well, at least she's not violent, she thought as she got the keys to the unmarked transport car. She waited about half an hour, and got a call from Capt. Rogers saying that Dep. Bryant couldn't make it in, and would she be willing to make the pick up on her own. Deputy Mills agreed, and hit the road for Jackson County Jail. She had to pick her up by midnight, or Jackson Co. would have to release her. That meant she had to share a hotel room with the perp on the way back. She arrived just after 11pm. Deputy Mills retrieved the belly chain and leg irons from the trunk, tossed them over her shoulder and walked in. She greeted the desk Sergeant and identified herself. "I'm here to pick up," she double-checked the printout, "Leslie Adams."
"Evenin' Deputy Mills, um, is there another deputy with you?" he asked. With a brisk shake of her head she replied that she was out sick, and it was just her. He still looked puzzled, "She?" Then understanding flashed across his face. He smiled, "Hey, no problem." He picked up his radio and called for Leslie Adams to be brought up. He told her it would just be a minute, and asked if she wanted some coffee or anything. She accepted a bottle of water and he called another deputy to his desk. "Hey Bill, Deputy Mills is here to pick up Leslie Adams, get her a bottle of water from the fridge, would you." Aimee noticed that Bill seemed to think something was pretty funny as he left. She chatted with Sgt Jones a few seconds, until Bill returned. He brought back another deputy, and he seemed to be holding back laughter as well. Maybe they've never seen a woman Deputy before, Aimee thought. Two more Deputies came from the back; theses were escorting a muscular black guy, about 6'6" 260lbs she estimated. Sgt. Jones spoke up, "Deputy Mills, this is Leslie Adams." Shit, that's why they were all laughing, she thought. The prisoner was the first one to say anything.
"Aimee?" he asked her.
She looked at him good, "LJ?" she replied.
"So you two know each other?" Sgt Jones asked. Aimee confirmed it, but didn't say from were. He didn't need to know that he had dated her older sister for several months. Then she said she needed to make a couple of calls. "Sure, he ain't going anywhere; for about 40 minutes anyway." Sgt Jones laughed at his own wit, and his subordinates followed along.
Aimee stepped back outside and called her jail first. She explained to the duty officer, Lieutenant Woods what was going on. He didn't want to make this decision on his own. A female deputy with a male prisoner was just too much liability. He said that he was going to call Major Smith, but she cut him off. "No, I'll just call my Mom; Maj Smith would probably just bump it up to her anyway." She hung up and dialed her Mom, who just happened to be the Sheriff. "Hey Mom, I'm here but there's a problem, Leslie Adams is a man." She listened for a moment, and then spoke again. "Yea, but it gets better, he used to date Amber. Remember LJ?" She asked Aimee what his charges were, and she told her just credit card fraud, and that he had to appear before Judge Peterson by 4pm tomorrow, or we'd lose him. Sheriff Mills told her that it was up to her, that she trusted her judgment. She said goodbye and hung up. She stepped back inside. "I'll take him," she announced. Sgt Jones and his boys, as she thought of them, had gotten over their laughter and now their male chauvinism came out. She was firm. Soon she had all the paperwork signed, her belly chain and leg irons on her prisoner, and they were on the road.
They talked about their hometown a bit, and her sister. She knew that is wasn't appropriate to talk with a prisoner about personal matters, but she had a long drive, and she knew him. She told him that Amber wasn't married, and was a Captain in the Air Force, and was 26, two years older than her. He asked if she remembered him handcuffing Amber all the time, and she admitted that she did. After about an hour, they arrived at their hotel. She couldn't leave a prisoner alone, so she brought him into the Hotel lobby. The Pakistani, or whatever he was, she thought, took her department credit card and she signed for the room. He told her it was around back, on the first floor. She took the first bed, setting her duffel bag on it. She locked the door, putting her handcuffs on the knob and the handle on the frame, so it couldn't be opened from the inside. He asked if she could take off the cuffs. "I shouldn't, but since I know you, I will this time." She released him and after he used the john, they talked a bit more. She found out that he already had a plea bargain for community service from Judge Peterson. She said that she needed to take a shower, and took her equipment belt and handcuff keys with her to the tiny bathroom, leaving him watching TV.
She came out wearing still wearing her uniform, (t-shirt and army bdu pants, both grey) minus the boots. He was still lying on her bed in his sweat pants and t-shirt watching TV. They chatted as she brushed her hair. She was talking to him, distracted when she dumped the contents of her bag out onto the bed next to him. His eyes popped open as he saw what came out. Shit, she thought, I forgot that was in there. Her bright orange Lee Co. jail uniform, with the arms and legs cut off, her personal handcuffs and leg irons, and a large black rubber dildo. He picked up the tiny jumpsuit and said, "I bet you'd look dynamite in this, Aimee," to the red faced Deputy. She claimed that it wasn't hers, as she snatched the uniform from him and shoved everything back into the bag, taking it back into the bathroom. There she calmed down, and got her libido under control. Every time she got embarrassed, she seemed to get hot; and that was down right humiliating. After a couple of minutes she came back out.
"You forgot something," he said as he tossed something to her. She caught it and realized that it was her dildo. She mumbled thanks and put it into the bag. "Looks like you might need some new pants too, Aimee." She looked down and saw to her horror that she had a big stain on the front of her pants from her pussy. She dropped the bag and ran back into the bathroom.