Under Arrest

I open my mouth to reply, but before I can, She quickly spins me about, pins my arms behind my back, and cuffs them. My hands are held tightly behind me, which pushes my shoulders back. I look at my jugs and quietly find myself noting how they have become even more prominent from my **** posture. My hard nipples would have been plainly visible behind a sweater, let alone the thin fabric of my halter top.

She then surprised me even further by informing me how I'm now under arrest for prostitution. I heard myself gasp as she pressed my arms further back, and soon my mind was wondering how many people were watching this take place, before coming to the decision it may be better not to know.

She half pushed, half shoved back the way she came, keeping silent as she led me back to her squad car, parked just down the road and on a side street.

I resigned myself to being, at least for the moment, under arrest. It's not like any protests on my part would change anything, right?

Now that we were on the side street itself, the offer given was surprising, "Now that we're alone, I can inform you of your options. I can arrest you for attempted prostitution, and leave you to suffer the legal complications, complete with time in court, possible jail time, legal fees, and a permanent mark on your record ... Or, you agree to help us all and work with the local Police department on a few cases. You're new here so they will have no idea of your connections with law enforcement or any other reason to raise suspicions. You'd get to use your body to draw attention, and in a sanctioned and far more legal police activities; we can forgo all the charges and any dirty legal ramifications aforementioned.