Edward grasped his cock for the fifth time that evening as he sat in his room trying to do his homework. Maths, how he hated it, the algebraic figures swam in front of his eyes boring him to death, especially as there was only one figure he want to focus on, Miss Brown's.
He conjured up the image of her running around in the courtyard at the correction centre, naked, for the thousandth time, as he stroked his stiffening member. What he would pay to be watching her humiliated in front of him once more. And not just watching her, but fucking her and seeing her fucked.
His parents had once more rung to check he was alright. They were still away and would not be home for another three weeks. They sounded pleased that Edward had contacted his uncle and encouraged him to phone him again. Edward certainly didn't need encouraging he had to fight to keep his hand off the telephone to find out if he could visit the correction centre again.
The week had dragged on interminably with important exams on the horizon. Although Edward was reasonably bright, he did have to work to get the best grades. Talking with his Uncle had stimulated him to try for the Correctional services, especially after his recent experiences. Also he knew his uncle though firm and demanding would help him as much as he could.
Much to Edwards disappointment, Miss Brown was not at school this week as she was apparently on some training course, Edward knew he would like to do some training on her, cock training.
It was a Friday night and Edward felt he should be out with his mates, but he had so much homework to catch up with, he just had to stay in. He still had the pleasure of meeting his Uncle tomorrow to look forward to and hopefully the pleasure of meeting up with Miss Brown. Once more his cock stiffened a notch.
What was wrong with him, he thought as he tried to refocus onto the math assignment.
He jumped when the phone rang, rousing him out of his reverie. He reached over to the side of the table and picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hi Edward, how's it going?"
It was Uncle Jack, Edward's heart sank hoping his uncle was not ringing to cancel the appointment for the next day.
"Fine Uncle Jack, I'm struggling with a maths problem at the moment, and it doesn't quite work out."
"Math's, hated it, all those funny symbols, history that was my strength."
"Yeah well I've got my final exams in a couple of weeks, so I've got to get to grips with it, I seem to have been doing it all night."
"Well it sounds as though you could use a break then, I'll pick you up in half an hour, OK?"
"Sure fine Uncle, what are we up to?"
"Oh I'll keep it as a surprise, see you then, just dress casual."
Edward put down the phone, now what did his Uncle want? It couldn't be anything to do with Miss Brown, as she was only required to "work" at the weekend. Edwards's curiosity was stirred. He knew his uncle from old and knew he had to up to something, though of course it might just be a drink at his Uncle's club. Edward had been there on several occasions. Although it was exciting to be out with his uncle, the club was a bit stuffy with its oak panelling and big soft armchairs.
Uncle Jack had never been married, explaining it away by saying he was married to the job. He had never talked about having a lady friend, though Edward knew he was not short of female admirers, as his mother described them.
Edward woke up from his reverie and, after closing his books, took off to his bedroom to replace the daggy old track pants he had on for something a bit cooler. He was tidying up in the kitchen when the front door rang.
"Come in," he shouted, knowing it was probably Uncle Jack. It was, the familiar craggy face peered round the kitchen door.
"Oh, what domestic bliss," he smiled, making Edward throw the tea towel at him. They laughed good-humouredly.
"Well the maid had to take the night off," he joked.
"Yes, I know all about that, being a bachelor has its drawbacks."
They chatted for a while, Edward offered Uncle Jack a beer which he gratefully accepted, Edward decided he would take a miss and cracked a can of coke, as he did have a lot of work to do over the weekend.
"What's happening Uncle Jack?"
"You probably aren't aware, but for some time now there has been a lot of news exposure on street prostitution. The government has been trying to clean up the streets and place the girls in government run brothels where they can be kept an eye on. This protects them and their clients from drugs, crime and disease."
"No, I'd not heard anything, but then I don't really read the papers that much." Edward admitted.
"You wouldn't at your age. You see new laws have been passed to encourage men go to government run brothels, rather than use the street girls, with hefty fines for those that still use them, but there are always a few that refuse to obey the law. In the government brothels the men have to use condoms, but there are always those men who want a bareback ride. So we needed to find a way of getting at these men. The trouble is, the street working girls don't want to become involved as they don't trust the police and don't want to rat on their clients. Also the pimps and fat cats who run the girls want them on the streets where they can make a big profit, so they want the state run brothels to fail. No only that the rich and powerful men in the town want don't want to be seen in a government brothel.
"So what's this to do with us tonight?"
"The Police Minister approached me to use police women to act as prostitutes to catch the men who are still prowling the streets and using illegal brothels. If we can catch and prosecute the users the street girls will eventually disappear. The trouble with this is, if the men don't have sex with the girls, we can't prosecute them and they will get off saying they are just asking the way or giving the girls a lift, or some other lame excuse. The men have to use the girls to get caught. Now no police women will allow that, especially without a condom, but we do have other women we can use, the WACS women."
"Oh I see, 'er I think."
"I talked to the Minister and he agreed to let us offer this type of work to the WACS women in return for a reduction in their sentence, sort of one night for two days at the weekends. Of course, whilst some were not interested, some of the more popular weekend girls thought it might make a good trade off and volunteered. Tonight is the first night they are going onto the streets. So I thought you might like to come along and see active police work in practice, also I think your favourite redhead has volunteered."
At the mention of Miss Brown, Edwards interested suddenly took a notch up.
