You're taken to your cell.

Soon the overweight Cop returns with the pink frill of your panties still peeking out of his pocket. He holds the door open.

“Come on,” he says gruffly.

You take a deep breath; trying to steel yourself for whatever comes next and then you step through the doorway. He escorts you down the hall and down a flight of stairs. You can feel him looking down the front of your shirt as you walk but each time you look up at him, he’s staring ahead.

You and the Cop make another quick turn and you can feel your pulse speed up as you catch sight of the first jail cell bars. Knowing that they were going to put you in a cell was scary enough, but somehow actually seeing the cells is terrifying. There are two separate cells, larger than you’d have expected and a moment later you realize why. They’re not really jail cells, but simply holding cells. No beds or chairs or anything; just benches along the walls and another long bench in the middle of the room for disreputables to sit on while they wait. And now you are one of those disreputables. How quickly you’ve fallen Emily.

Tainted. Soiled. Will this be the first of many visits to such a place now that you’re no better than any common whore on the street corner? You feel your stomach turn at the thought.

A sudden whistle catches your attention. You’d been so preoccupied with the cells themselves that you hadn’t even noticed the occupants. One of the cells is absolutely empty. The other is filled with eight or nine strange men from a range of ethnic backgrounds. And you have their sole, undivided attention.

:::::gulp:::::

And why shouldn’t you? You’re wearing a skintight, bright orange uniform with your tits prominently displayed as if you were practically offering them to anybody who may want them. A sudden cold chill runs through you as you remember the butt flap on the back of the uniform. Looking into the hungry eyes of the men behind the cell door; you realize just how dangerous of a situation you are in. If just one of these guys decides to take advantage of your body using that flap, you’ll end up enslaved!

“Um… am I going in here?” you ask as innocently as you can as you approach the door to the empty cell.

“In there?” the Cop echoes, clearly surprised that you’d even ask. You can feel your heart sink, he’s going to put you in that cell with all those… men!

“Yeah, can I please, Officer,” you ask as you thrust your breasts even tighter against the straining zipper. “I—I can make it… worth your while.”