Prison break!

You leave Officer Nala in the conference room and return to the chief's office to ask about your stuff. You're directed to the first floor, where a a cop behind a glass barrier digs out a box of your belongings and slides each item through a gap in the barrier. It's not much, just your phone and 65 cents worth of coins. You had nothing to write with when you were brought in, but you kept the pen from Chief Jones' desk.

Turning on your phone, the first thing you do is call your mom to tell her everything is ok and you'll be home soon. Once you have her calmed down you check your messages, but there's nothing important there. You're about to leave the station when you spot a handcuffed woman being escorted by a cop with his hand on her arm. She looks like she's been through some shit, probably a **** addict and definitely not something you want to to stick your dick in. But she does give you an idea.

Turning back to the cop behind the glass, you ask if anyone else is being held here. He types something into his computer and tells you there are two bikers who were caught beating up an employee at a gas station, as well as a young woman who took her stepfather's car for a joyride. The bikers don't interest you, so you ask to see the joyrider.

"She's in the regular holding cells. I'll get someone to show you the way, sir." The cop gets up to open the door behind him and shouts something into the room on the other side.

It's not long before another door opens beside the glass barrier and a pudgy young officer steps out. "You want to seee the girl in the holding cells? Right this way, sir. I'm Officer Barry, by the way."

Officer Barry leads you into the bowels of the police station, until you come to a hallway with bars all down one wall. Behind the bars is a row of small rooms with a bench and toilet in each. The first is occupied by a tough guy in black leather, lying on the bench and staring up at the ceiling. The second is empty, and the third holds his similarly-dressed friend. This one is sitting on the toilet with his pants down and glares at you when you walk by, so you hurry on. The next six cells are empty, putting the joyrider in the tenth and final cell.

She's no more than twenty years old, and clearly from a well-off family. She's wearing fairly mundane skinnyjeans and comfortable kicks, but by the branding you can tell they're luxury goods. Her top is covered by a white faux leather jacket which looks tailored to perfectly fit her slender body that flares out slightly at the hips and packs a nice pair of tits. It's hard to judge their size through the jacket but they're a good handful at least. Her face is rather plain, but her lips have been plumped up and her nose is surgically perfect. Her straight black hair falls down to the lower edge of her shoulder blades, and gleams even in the dull fluorescent light shining into her cell.

You take in her features for a few minutes while she pretends she hasn't noticed you, her nose turned up snobbishly. "So who is she?"

"A spoiled brat called June Hathawher. We caught her taking her dad's car for a-"

"Stepdad!" the joyrider corrects him, the prefix apparently important enough for her to drop her aloof attitude.

"-spin, going 20 over the limit in a residential area," Officer Barry continues undeterred. "Not for the first time either. Her parents are rich enough that she'll get away with a slap on the wrist until she actually hits someone. We're only holding her until they send someone to pick her up, then she's free to go."

Your eyes light up. "Let me save them the trouble, I'll drive her home."

"And who the fuck are you?" she butts in again.

"Only your best friend here to bail you out," you smile disarmingly. "But first, you need an attitude adjustment. Barry, open the door and hold her arm still for me."

"Her arm? Uh, yes sir." Barry sticks a key in the heavy lock and turns it.

June backs away from the door when it opens, but there's nowhere for her to go in the small cell. Quickly the pudgy cop grabs her by the arm and pulls her out of the cell. While she curses and screams, you uncap Chief Jones' pen and write Ryan Ferro's slutty best friend on the back of her hand.

When you tell Barry to let go of her June takes a quick step back and looks at her hand. Instantly smiling, she steps forward again. "Ryan, thank you so much for picking me up so I don't have to wait for the help to get here. Let's leave this dump already."

"Fine by me. Where's the car?" you ask Barry.

"It's parked in the lot behind the station, for 'the help' as she put it to retrieve."

When you exit the building Officer Barry presses a set of keys into your hand and points out an orange car before heading back inside. You and June head over to what turns out to be a '70s Camaro with several fresh scratches along the left side.

"Let me take a look at this thing." You walk around the muscle car for a while, inspecting it from various angles before crouching by the rear right tire. While June isn't looking you pull out your pen again and scratch Ryan Ferro's Camaro into the paint.

"Hey June, this isn't even your stepdad's car. It's mine, see?"

"Figures," she snorts. "Always lecturing me about responsibility and self-sufficiency, and he's been borrowing my friend's car without permission the whole time."

"Well I'm taking it back now. After I take you home, I mean."

You get in the driver's seat and June sits down next to you, unzipping her jacket to reveal a tight yellow shirt beneath it. Then she gives you her address and you start driving.

After a few miles June, who hasn't bothered with a seatbelt, speaks up again. "It's like twenty minutes to my house. I know how we can make the drive more fun."

"Yeah? How's that?" you ask her.

She just grins at you and turns to face you, folding forward until her head is inches from your lap. While you're still wondering what she's doing she has your pants unzipped and your cock out.

"Mmmh, my friend has a nice dick," she moans before sticking her tongue out to lick it. Your dick starts to harden as June's tongue trails saliva up and down its side. When it's stiff enough to stand up she wraps a hand aroud it and starts pumping up and down, twisting her hand to spread spit around its circumference. Then, suddenly, her hot mouth is wrapped around your cock. Those soft, plump lips slide from your tip down, her tongue massaging your shaft before her head comes up only to immediately go down on you again.

You grip the steering wheel with white knuckles, trying to keep your eyes on the road as this rich chick blows you in her stepdad's car. Every time you accelerate or turn right June is **** deeper into your lap, your cock bumping against the back of her mouth. She gurgles and moans around you, and when you glance over you can see she's unbuttoned her jeans and jammed a hand inside. It's moving rapidly while she continues to flick her tongue against your shaft.

You're not far from a climax when you pull up to the address June gave you. It's not quite a mansion, but it's a damn big house with a high wall around it. You park the Camaro outside an iron gate and focus on the excellent blowjob you're recieving.

Taking your hands off the steering wheel, you wrap them in June's black hair and encourage her to bob her head faster in your lap. She squeals, excited about you taking charge. The suction of her mouth increases, aas does the speed of her hand in her pants.

When you fill her mouth with your seed she moans loudly, and a lot of it spills out between your cock and her lips while she orgasms too.

After a minute of heavy breathing from both of you June pulls back, only to lower her head one more time to lick you clean. When she's swallowed every drop of cum that hasn't soaked into your pants first, she sits up and smiles at you. Her chin is wet and there's drops of white liquid on her full lips, which she licks off while maintaining eye contact.

"Should I come inside to talk to your stepdad?"

"No, but you can stop by anytime now that you know where I live. And thanks for the ride, Ryan."

"Sure. Thanks for the road-head."