" Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx under his command. "You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied. Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of women across the open courtyard to where a large blue bus waited. Despite the cool early morning air, few of the women wore much in the way of clothing. Tank tops and shorts seemed to be the order of the day. The uniform of their profession you might say. "God, I love posse duty.

The Sergeants car was follow by the prisoner bus and two other cruisers, leaving only two cars behind. "Nothing else to keep us here." Cynthia said. Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to put them on the prisoner, pinning her arms behind her back. Regulations clearly called for them when transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to the driver of the other car that he would meet him back at the station. "I dont think Ill be needing an escort, Herrity." Cynthia said.

Cynthia turned away from Jody for a moment then once more ran her hand across the backside of the tight red shorts. She stopped at the solitary pocket and slipped her fingers inside. "Whats this?" She asked. Jody looked over her shoulders to see what Cynthia was talking about. She was shocked when the tall redhead pulled a knife from out of the hookers shorts.

Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off her belt. A few seconds later, Jody was rubbing her sore wrists. "Happy now?" Cynthia asked. "Not really, but I think this will make me feel better." Came the answer. With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed her as hard as she could. This time is was her tongue that was the aggressor as it explored the interior of Cynthias mouth. They lay there in each others arms, softly caressing the others naked