Ashley Takes Inventory

Ashley strutted through the door and smiled mischievously as she turned away from the cat calls to lean over the desk. Reaching seductively out she tipped the name tag towards her.

“Officer Beckett, how many inmates do we currently have here.” She asked professionally, her words dripping with the undertones of small talk and unrevealed desires.

Chris Beckett was thrown for a loop. Usually female officers steered clear of the leering stares, cat calls, and general misogynistic pigs that often landed in these holding cells. "Uh..." Flipping through his notes. "12. The 5 behind you, another two in Cell 2 and 5 others being held individually awaiting transfer."

Glancing back up Chris tried to keep his eyes focused on Ashley's face, but he couldn't help but glance down, he couldn't remember ever seeing a woman appear so busty in their uniform. He resisted thinking about what they would look like.

Turning away from the desk Ashley began strutting down the hall, giggling to herself rejoicing at all the attention. The first two cells looked like easy pickings, vagrants, miscreants and drunks from the night before.

But the individual cells could be a challenge. Glancing over her shoulder she grinned as Officer Beckett adjusted himself and scrambled after her.

Turning to the first individual cell Ashley exchanged gazes with what could best be described as a stereotypical biker. He had an excessive belly, it protruded out beneath his t-shirt which was obviously not intended to be a belly top, his face showed age and wear and tear. There was an obvious scar over his right cheek, just above the start of his shaggy gray beard that concealed his neck.

He barely spared Ashley a gaze, he knew the routine, he intended to ignore everything here until he was transferred, or a lawyer was present. Ashley raised an eyebrow stepping towards the bars looking at him challengingly. She was weighing how much value this low life could have to the Idol.

"You might want to stay back, he has a history as a vio..." Chris stopped his sentence right there, struggling to keep his jaw shut as Ashley took a step back from the bars. Bending over with flexibility and gusto more suited to a strip club stage she swung her torso back and forth before luridly licking her way up one of the vertical bars from her waist height to as far as she could reach.

"Keep that up bitch and I'll ask my lawyer to push for Sexual Harassment. I know that camera's watching." The biker grunted aggressively, his remarks failed to intimidate Ashley. It merely provoked a cheerful smile, he had no idea what kind of sexual harassment Ashley could perform to him. Glancing at Chris she already had one idea, it was too soon though. She had to let her pheromones circulate a bit.

Ashley continued to strut down to Cell Four, amused by Chris shadowing her like a lost puppy, ready to defend her from the big bad wolf. If only he knew who the real wolf was. Standing in front of cell four she frowned, middle aged man, clean cut, darker hair, glaring angrily at the wall. He literally would rather stare at the wall then glance to the hall to see who was looking at him.

"What's he in for?" Ashley asked coldly, her gaze narrowed at the man ignoring her presence.

"Picked up beating his wife. He gets a bail hearing tomorrow." Chris commented, their conversation provoking little more than a mumbled expletive.

"There's a special kind of hell for that." Ashley uttered aggressively as she walked to the next cell.

As she gazed in the young kid appeared to be sleeping on the cot.

"Nothing special in these last three cells. Just a couple douche bags caught brawling outside a bar in the Entertainment District. We're holding them for the bar owner, apparently there was some damage to his patio and one or two patrons might have been hurt." Chris volunteered as Ashley inspected them.

Typical bros. All style, all talk, all jacked up, and not all that well thought out. Turning back to Chris, Ashley began to unbutton her uniform blouse. "What are you doing?" Chris asked as she walked towards him, then past him towards his desk.

"You tell me." Ashley responded as her now half undone top provoked some whistles and cheering from the first two cells. Turning to face Cell one while leaning back against the desk Ashley ran her fingers down the inside of her cleavage, teasing pulling the shirt back to show all her generous breasts.

Chris felt flabbergasted, he didn't know what to do. He reminded himself of the police **** rules about fraternization and sexual harassment, but he couldn't remember the last time he felt so aroused. He couldn't imagine some girl just presenting herself teasingly, invitingly. It was like something out of a porno.

"Well, Officer Beckett. What am I doing? Am I going to strip for you all?" She paused for the cheers from Cell One and Two. "Am I going to play with myself?" Ashley then seductively added, bending over and swinging her torso around back upright as the cheer subsided again. "Am I going to have to find a volunteer who can be a REAL man. Or do you want to take me for a trial run as your partner?" Ashley then finished with a supernatural allure, turning around, and bending over, presenting her perfect ass as her pants clung to it to cell one, her blouse hanging down like a curtain awaiting to be pulled back to reveal the show awaiting on stage.