Booked

Charlotte's following Max down this dirt road at night, 18 and already shitting herself they'll get busted. She's only here because Max wants to spray that water tower everyone's tagging. She keeps begging him to hurry up, but they're lost. Max gives up, cracks open a forty, tells her to chill. She's still watching the road when the cop lights hit them. Max bolts. Charlotte's left holding the bottle and his open bag of paint. Twelve hours later she's balled up in a holding cell, hair a mess, waiting for a call that never comes. Some hardass inmate starts stroking her hair, whispering shit. Charlotte shrinks away. Then Officer Wright shows up, drags the other woman out without a word. Charlotte's alone for maybe thirty seconds before Wright returns with a tray and tells her to strip. She peels everything off, stands there shaking while he watches, nipples tight, then he's gone again. Next time the door opens it's Officer Wells. Pretty, sharp uniform, gloves already on. She smiles, asks Charlotte's name and age. Charlotte blurts she's just turned eighteen. Wells and Wright share a look. Wells says that means she can handle her own booking. No parents yet. They want her clothes and a full search. Wells pats her down, then slides gloved fingers straight into Charlotte's pussy. The girl squirms. Wells laughs, tells Wright the kid's soaked. She bends Charlotte over, works deeper, then kneels right in front of her cunt and takes a long sniff. Charlotte asks what the hell she's doing. Wells says she's checking for drugs. Max is known to them. Charlotte swears he's not a dealer, just an artist, but both cops crack up. Wells stands, strips off her own uniform, and buckles on a strap-on. Wright unfolds an orange jumpsuit and tosses it on the bench. Wells explains the deal: Charlotte takes the dildo, they check every inch inside her, and if she's clean they let her walk. No charges, parents stay in the dark. Charlotte stares at the cock, then at the jumpsuit. Wells tells her to decide fast. After some nervous back-and-forth Charlotte agrees, voice shaking, repeating the words they make her say until it's crystal clear she's consenting. Wells steps in close, strap-on ready, and Charlotte spreads for the first thrust.