A Bad Predicament

“I can explain!” Lauren cried out as the man whose belt she had just been about to undo so she could pull out his cock, instead pulled out a badge and gun.

“I’m sure you can. Down on the ground hands behind your head.” The door to the hotel room opened and in stormed three more officers also with their guns drawn.

“This is a misunderstanding! I’m not a prostitute!” The redhead cried out as an officer dug a knee into her back. She cried out in pain as one at a time her arms were twisted behind her back. Soon she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs snap into place on her slender wrists.

“It was just a stupid dare! It’s my best friend’s bachelorette party! I’m the maid of honor!”

“First time I’ve heard that one before Rogers.” The burly cop who had just cuffed her laughed.

“Every girls got a story.” The guy who she had met and chatted up at the bar an hour previously whose name she had previously thought was Darren said as he rifled through her purse.

“Gotta say though this is the first girl we’ve picked up who stripped while she told you the prices. I do appreciate a Hooker who lets you inspect the merchandise before you buy.”

“That was a joke! I made all that up!” Lauren started to panic as the initial shock of what was happening wore off. She was handcuffed face down on a seedy motel room floor. Completely naked.

“Here it is.” Darren the cop said pulling out her drivers license. “Lauren Blackburn you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”

Lauren didn’t hear the rest as she was hauled to her feet. She didn’t need to hear it. She’d heard the words before on countless cop shows. She now stood fully exposed to the room of male cops.

“Boy are they gonna love you down at County lock-up.” The burly cop laughed.

“Heard the laundry machine broke earlier this week.” The third cop said, “Can’t issue any new uniforms because of it.”

Lauren hoped that was a joke as she was spun around to face the door.

“Wait! Can I put some clothes on? Or have a blanket?” Lauren sputtered out as the door was opened for them.

“Why? I thought you working girls like showing off. Besides you might be able to make a few more customers when we walk you past the drunk tank.”

“Can I at least put on my glasses?” Lauren pleaded.

“Sure.” Darren said grabbing the small frames from the nearby table. “Might as well be able to see all the trouble your in.”