3 comments/ 126549 views/ 21 favorites Transporting Leslie Adams By: HandcuffGirl Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same. Well, at least she's not violent, she thought as she got the keys to the unmarked transport car. She waited about half an hour, and got a call from Capt. Rogers saying that Dep. Bryant couldn't make it in, and would she be willing to make the pick up on her own. Deputy Mills agreed, and hit the road for Jackson County Jail. She had to pick her up by midnight, or Jackson Co. would have to release her. That meant she had to share a hotel room with the perp on the way back. She arrived just after 11pm. Deputy Mills retrieved the belly chain and leg irons from the trunk, tossed them over her shoulder and walked in. She greeted the desk Sergeant and identified herself. "I'm here to pick up," she double-checked the printout, "Leslie Adams." "Evenin' Deputy Mills, um, is there another deputy with you?" he asked. With a brisk shake of her head she replied that she was out sick, and it was just her. He still looked puzzled, "She?" Then understanding flashed across his face. He smiled, "Hey, no problem." He picked up his radio and called for Leslie Adams to be brought up. He told her it would just be a minute, and asked if she wanted some coffee or anything. She accepted a bottle of water and he called another deputy to his desk. "Hey Bill, Deputy Mills is here to pick up Leslie Adams, get her a bottle of water from the fridge, would you." Aimee noticed that Bill seemed to think something was pretty funny as he left. She chatted with Sgt Jones a few seconds, until Bill returned. He brought back another deputy, and he seemed to be holding back laughter as well. Maybe they've never seen a woman Deputy before, Aimee thought. Two more Deputies came from the back; theses were escorting a muscular black guy, about 6'6" 260lbs she estimated. Sgt. Jones spoke up, "Deputy Mills, this is Leslie Adams." Shit, that's why they were all laughing, she thought. The prisoner was the first one to say anything. "Aimee?" he asked her. She looked at him good, "LJ?" she replied. "So you two know each other?" Sgt Jones asked. Aimee confirmed it, but didn't say from were. He didn't need to know that he had dated her older sister for several months. Then she said she needed to make a couple of calls. "Sure, he ain't going anywhere; for about 40 minutes anyway." Sgt Jones laughed at his own wit, and his subordinates followed along. Aimee stepped back outside and called her jail first. She explained to the duty officer, Lieutenant Woods what was going on. He didn't want to make this decision on his own. A female deputy with a male prisoner was just too much liability. He said that he was going to call Major Smith, but she cut him off. "No, I'll just call my Mom; Maj Smith would probably just bump it up to her anyway." She hung up and dialed her Mom, who just happened to be the Sheriff. "Hey Mom, I'm here but there's a problem, Leslie Adams is a man." She listened for a moment, and then spoke again. "Yea, but it gets better, he used to date Amber. Remember LJ?" She asked Aimee what his charges were, and she told her just credit card fraud, and that he had to appear before Judge Peterson by 4pm tomorrow, or we'd lose him. Sheriff Mills told her that it was up to her, that she trusted her judgment. She said goodbye and hung up. She stepped back inside. "I'll take him," she announced. Sgt Jones and his boys, as she thought of them, had gotten over their laughter and now their male chauvinism came out. She was firm. Soon she had all the paperwork signed, her belly chain and leg irons on her prisoner, and they were on the road. They talked about their hometown a bit, and her sister. She knew that is wasn't appropriate to talk with a prisoner about personal matters, but she had a long drive, and she knew him. She told him that Amber wasn't married, and was a Captain in the Air Force, and was 26, two years older than her. He asked if she remembered him handcuffing Amber all the time, and she admitted that she did. After about an hour, they arrived at their hotel. She couldn't leave a prisoner alone, so she brought him into the Hotel lobby. The Pakistani, or whatever he was, she thought, took her department credit card and she signed for the room. He told her it was around back, on the first floor. She took the first bed, setting her duffel bag on it. She locked the door, putting her handcuffs on the knob and the handle on the frame, so it couldn't be opened from the inside. He asked if she could take off the cuffs. "I shouldn't, but since I know you, I will this time." She released him and after he used the john, they talked a bit more. She found out that he already had a plea bargain for community service from Judge Peterson. She said that she needed to take a shower, and took her equipment belt and handcuff keys with her to the tiny bathroom, leaving him watching TV. She came out wearing still wearing her uniform, (t-shirt and army bdu pants, both grey) minus the boots. He was still lying on her bed in his sweat pants and t-shirt watching TV. They chatted as she brushed her hair. She was talking to him, distracted when she dumped the contents of her bag out onto the bed next to him. His eyes popped open as he saw what came out. Shit, she thought, I forgot that was in there. Her bright orange Lee Co. jail uniform, with the arms and legs cut off, her personal handcuffs and leg irons, and a large black rubber dildo. He picked up the tiny jumpsuit and said, "I bet you'd look dynamite in this, Aimee," to the red faced Deputy. She claimed that it wasn't hers, as she snatched the uniform from him and shoved everything back into the bag, taking it back into the bathroom. There she calmed down, and got her libido under control. Every time she got embarrassed, she seemed to get hot; and that was down right humiliating. After a couple of minutes she came back out. "You forgot something," he said as he tossed something to her. She caught it and realized that it was her dildo. She mumbled thanks and put it into the bag. "Looks like you might need some new pants too, Aimee." She looked down and saw to her horror that she had a big stain on the front of her pants from her pussy. She dropped the bag and ran back into the bathroom. She pulled off her pants and got a good look at them. There was no way she could go into work with that stain, or smell, and she would probably keep them wet just by thinking about what had just happened. Her thin satin thong won't absorb anything either. She thought for a few minutes. She could wear the jail uniform, just for tonight. Then her pants could at least dry, but the smell would still be there. Maybe she could get the desk clerk to wash them. She cracked the door and asked LJ for her bag. He replied that everything had spilt out when she dropped it, and what did she need. Damn, he's loving this she thought. She softly asked him for the jail uniform. "What, I can't hear you Deputy Mills." She swore under her breath and asked louder. "Sure, no problem babe." He passed her the orange jumpsuit. She closed the door and removed her t-shirt and panties. She pulled the tiny jump suit on and buttoned it up as far as it would go. That wasn't very far since she had removed the top three buttons. The jumpsuit came up to the bottom of her breasts, exposing quite a bit of cleavage. Well, of her bra now, but she usually didn't wear a bra when she wore it at home. The too small jumpsuit had short sleeves, and the legs cut off exposing the bottom of her ass; it even had her name and prisoner number; #69 sewn on it. She was about to pull on her t-shirt, but noticed that it had some juice on it too. She held her cloths in front of her and stepped back into the room. LJ was sitting on a chair when the half naked deputy came into view. He whistled, "Hey baby, you got some nice legs." She blushed and called the front desk. The clerk said that it would cost her $20 to wash her clothes. She replied that that was robbery, and he told her she could use it for free if she'd spend some time with him, if she knew what he meant. She groaned in disgust and agreed to the $20. She hung up and LJ asked what was wrong. She told him how much she was being charged to get her clothes washed, and he joked that she might as well get her bra washed too then. She blushed and thought about it for a second. In for a penny, in for a pound and returned to the bathroom and came out sans bra. She was now showing quite a bit of ass and tits, just like she intended when she took the jumpsuit home and altered it. She took the handcuffs off the door moments before he knocked. She cracked the door and passed out her clothes and a twenty. He told her that he would call her when they were ready, and left. She closed the door and replaced the cuffs. LJ spoke from behind her. "Damn Aimee, I ain't seen nothing like that in a looooong time." She blushed as she turned around. She glanced at the front of his sweats and her jaw dropped. Apparently the stories Amber had told her were true. He was HUGE! He saw her stare in amazement at the tent on the front of his pants. He looked down and feigned embarrassment. "I'm really sorry about that Aimee, it's just that you're so beautiful, and that outfit, and . . ." "Can I see it?" The words were out of her mouth before she even realized they were in her mind. She had to replay them to know what she'd said. She thought about it. It was against regulations, illegal as matter of fact. She didn't care. Her mind wasn't in control anymore. She just had to see it; and touch it; and fuck it. NO! Well maybe, she thought. She knew it was a once in a lifetime chance to find a man this size. Smiling, he replied, "Sure baby; go right ahead." He was over a foot taller than her, so it was easy for her to reach out and pull his pants and boxers down. His massive rod sprang into view. She was staring at least 10 inches of black cock. "Go ahead, touch it." Almost as though she were in a trance, she reached out and touched the head. She rubbed down the shaft, and back up slowly. She could see the blood vessels pulsating. She reached out with her other hand and wrapped them both around it. She pumped it up and down, almost as though she were jacking it off. Suddenly, he tensed and cum spurt out and it her on the jumpsuit, just above her nametag. "Damn, I'm sorry about that Aimee, it's just been so long since a girl touched me." Well since those two lady guards at Jackson county jail anyway, he thought. He added, "and you're so sexy and all." "It's ok, really," Aimee replied as she looked down at the mess on her chest, back up at his still hard cock, and then at him. "Can I suck it?" she asked, glancing back down at it. Smiling, he replied, "Sure baby, but you got to do something for me first." She gave him a questioning look, and he told her what. "Let me cuff you," he said. She was speechless; she couldn't . . . She had to have that monster. "Ok," she replied. She released her now hard grip on his cock and pulled the leg irons from her bag. He broke in, "I'll do that," and held out his hand for her to hand them over. She handed him the leg irons, and then the hinged handcuffs. He had her sit on the bed and stick out her feet. He locked the leg iron onto her ankles, and then had her stand up. Without giving her time to reconsider, he pulled her right arm behind her. Deputy Mills meekly allowed her prisoner to snap her own handcuffs onto her wrist. He pulled her left arm back and cuffed it as well. She felt a rush of excitement go through her. Now she was helpless. She commented that he did that just they way they were trained, even with her palms out. He replied that he'd just been paying attention in jail. She tried to apologize, but he cut her off. "Forget it." He spun her around by her shoulders to face him. "Now, I think you wanted to suck on this?" She nodded and leaned forward, stretching her lips and taking his dick into her mouth. She sucked in a few more inches, and started bobbing her head up and down. After a few minutes, he said, "Damn, honey, you're one bitchin' cocksucker." She felt a surge of excitement when she heard the derogatory comment. She looked up into his eyes and smiled around his cock. She felt him tense, and pulled off of him, but not quite in time. He groaned as his jism shot onto her face, hitting her on the side of her nose. He smiled down at her. "Now baby, don't you think it's time you got this black snake in you?" he asked. "Yes," she gasped. He picked her up by the armpits, and took her to the bed. He lay down on his back, and pulled her on top of him. He opened up her jumpsuit, finding an extra zipper down at her crotch, which he knew wasn't standard. He unzipped it, and she lowered herself onto his massive rod. She moaned as she impaled herself on him. He reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling her down with them. She bounced up and down on him. She came twice before he did; for his third time anyway. He held her hips down and shot his load deep into her belly, secretly hoping to impregnate her. He loved prison guards carrying his black babies. He pushed her off him, and switched positions so he could fuck her doggy style. He held her hair like a leash, making her keep her back arched and controlling the pace. They each came again, him shooting another load deep into her, and holding his cock in, keeping his seed in her. Satisfied, he rolled over and lay back onto the bed. She swallowed and caught her breath. He asked her if she wanted the cuffs off. "No, they're fine, I wear them all the time at home," she answered. Laughing, he zipped and buttoned her jumpsuit back up, and went to use the bathroom. When he came back out, he asked her where she got that sexy jail uniform. She explained that she took it from work, and altered it herself. She revealed that she loved wearing the handcuffs and jumpsuit at home while she played with herself. She told him that he was the only person who knew about it. She briefly worried about telling him that, but since she had let him fuck her, he could ruin her career anyway. He asked her if she was going to sleep in the cuffs too, and she replied that she did it all the time, and had trouble sleeping without them as matter of fact. He pulled the sheets and blanket over her, and turned off the lights and went to bed himself. It was nearly three when the well-fucked deputy fell asleep. She awoke to his snoring. Sun light was coming through the curtain. What time is it, she thought? She sat up, shuffled to the table, and opened her cell phone with her cuffed hands. "Shit," Nine-thirty. "LJ," she yelled. She shuffled to his bed and sat down on it. She reached over and shook him. "LJ, wake up we're running late." He smiled as he said "But I was dreamin' about fucking this smoking hot Deputy in a sleazy motel room." She hit him with her cuffed hands and laughed. She told him that they needed to get going, and asked him to help her find the keys to the handcuffs. They searched several minutes, Aimee even allowing him to look in the car, but to no avail. While he was out looking, she remembered that the keys were in the pocket of the pants she had washed. She called him back in, he responded by getting in the driver's seat and cranking the car. Even with the smile on his face, she freaked out, cursing him even after he came back in and apologized. He dialed the desk and held the phone to her ear. She told the clerk who she was, and found out that he'd only been there an hour, and the last guy didn't tell him anything about any clothes. She asked him to look, and after a minute, he came back and said that he didn't see any clothes, or keys. Fear crept into her voice as she asked if he could call him. The clerk replied that the night guy was in a very good mood for the first time in weeks, and he wasn't going to bother him. She got mad, and threatened to complain to the owner and have the night clerk arrested for theft. His response was that he was the owner, the night clerk is brother, and call the fucking cops, he didn't care, and hang up on her. She was crying as LJ hung the phone up. He suggested that she could say that he had over powered her and took her hostage. She was genuinely touched by the kind gesture, but told him that it wouldn't work, too many ways for it to go wrong. "Are there anymore keys for the cuffs?" he asked. She answered that the only other keys were at her house, over 6 hours away, and they had to be at the jail by four. He asked if they could make it to her house and then the jail by four. She said that there wasn't, they would barely make it to the jail, and she lived half-an-hour past it. He thought a few seconds, he knew when his court date was, and could guess why they had to be there by four. "I know a way to get the keys, and you another uniform in time." She asked how, and he told her. "Some one could go to your house, get them, and meet us. She replied, "But I can't let anyone I know find out about this, I'll get fired." Or more she thought. His response was that he knew the perfect guy for the job. She considered a few seconds, asked if he trusted him completely, and with his nod, agreed. He used her cell phone and made a call. He explained what he needed without giving details. Go to a house in the country, use a hidden key to get in, get a set of keys and some clothes, and meet them. He almost backed out when LJ got around to mentioning that it was a cop's house, but talked him into staying in. He held the phone to her ear as she told Tyrone where her spare key was hidden, her alarm code, and detailed instructions on where everything was. He hung up and LJ grabbed the odds and ends from the room, including her gun belt. He took them to the car, and after making sure the coast was clear, she shuffled to the car. He drove around to the front, and turned in the room key. As they got on the road she was busy thinking about how she had just gave a complete stranger total access to her house, all on a prisoner's suggestion. She felt her pussy getting warmer as these thought ran through her mind. LJ reassured her that Tyrone would play it straight, and she relaxed somewhat. There were still a million things that could go wrong, but nothing she could do about any of them right now. She thought about LJ taking her strait to jail, and she felt the wetness soaking through her jumpsuit as she played in her mind her cuffed and in a jail jumpsuit being paraded in front of her coworkers. She thanked LJ several times for his help. He just said that she'd have to pay him back sometime. They met Tyrone behind a gas station about 2 hours from the jail. Tyrone was happy to see his old homeboy, but really happy to see this fine ass cop handcuffed. LJ released her handcuffs, and the humiliated deputy fumbled to remove the leg irons. She looked around for a place to change, and LJ told her that the bathroom was inside; the clock was ticking, and make up her mind. She asked Tyrone if he could please turn around, but he replied that he needed some kind of payment for his work, and watching a smokin' bitch change clothes would do fine. She turned red with embarrassment and quickly changed into her uniform under their smiling eyes. LJ noticed how turned on she got as they watched her. Dressed, she locked the belly chain and standard leg irons back onto LJ as Tyrone left. They arrived with about 15 minutes to spare. LJ's lawyer was waiting for him. Deputy Mills found out that Judge Peterson had left early, and postponed the Adams case a month. LJ was upset at spending another month in jail, but remembering his plans for Aimee, he got over it. Transporting Leslie Adams He saw her a couple of days later, they spoke briefly, neither of them wanted to draw any attention to themselves. He told her that he'd been in a month, and told her to bring him a prepaid cell phone. Time away from him had let her get her confidence back. She said no way, but he reminded her about the other night, and her resolved slipped. She changed her argument, a sure sign of someone losing. She asked how he would keep it hidden; he smugly replied that it wouldn't be a problem. She gave in agreed to smuggle him a cell phone with 1000 minutes on it, and a charger. He told her to get herself one too, so he wouldn't have to call her house. She went to a Wal-mart in Greenville, so no one would see her getting the cells. She paid in cash, not leaving a paper trail. She got them home and after opening his and putting the minutes on it, wiped all her prints off it and the charger. She managed to sneak it into his laundry bag the next day. He called her the following night. He spoke in a low voice, so he wouldn't wake his cellmate. He instructed her to always keep this phone with you, answer by the second ring, softly so no one can recognize your voice. If it isn't me, whoever calls will say that LJ told me to call, do what they tell you to. If they don't say that first, hang up and don't answer the phone until you talk to me. She agreed and then he told her that he had a detail, and it was cleaning the offices in the admin building after hours. He wanted her to trade with whoever was watching him, so they could have some fun. She balked at first, but he just said it was that, or wait a month to get his man tool. She got hot and bothered when he went into detail about what he was going to do to her. Her fingers were busy when he abruptly told her to stop. "Stop what?" she asked between moans. "Stop twiddling your twat," he told her more forcefully. He went on to tell her that she'd better not cum until tomorrow night, or she wouldn't have a chance of getting his dick into her pussy. The frustrated Deputy couldn't stand the thought of not having his monster again. She agreed and did as he instructed. He told her not to wear panties, and to bring her hinged cuffs and a pair of oversize cuffs with her. She told him ok and he hung up. The next day she called Deputy Allen, the ancient officer that had the detail. She told him that she would take his detail for the admin building that night. He was wary of such an open favor from the Sheriff's daughter, but accepted. Her regular cuffs were hinged, so she just had to get a pair of ‘big guy' cuffs from the armory, so she went in early and told what was not quite a lie. She told the armor officer that she needed them for a larger prisoner on the admin detail. She didn't mention that the prisoner would be using them on her. She signed for them, thanked him, and left. She picked up prisoner Adams and they headed to the Sheriff's admin building, which was separate from the jail. It was seven, and they had to be back by midnight. The shared a brief kiss, and he told her that he needed some motivation for work. Feeling his manhood pressed against her, she asked what kind. He told her to turn around a put her hands behind her back. He pulled her hinged cuffs off her belt and snapped them onto her wrists. Next he grabbed the big guy cuffs and pulling her arms together, locked them on her just above her elbows, making her wince in pain. He cleaned the next few hours, finishing in her mom's office. "What would Sheriff Mills think if she knew one of her prisoners was about to fuck her daughter on her own desk, and her daughter was gonna love it?" he asked her. Without waiting for an answer he took off her pistol belt. Then he unbuttoned her pants, yanked them down, pushed her over the desk, and plunged into her sopping pussy from behind. The heavy desk moved several feet as he pounded her. They each came twice, and he released her. Aimee massaged her sore wrists and biceps. Then they moved the desk back into its place, as well as everything else they had moved. She took him back to the jail and dropped him off. She arrived home eager for more. She quickly stripped naked, cuffed herself, and had just plunged her dildo into her still wet pussy when the prepaid cell rang. She left the dildo in and answered it with her cuffed hands. LJ asked her if she had enjoyed tonight, and she said, "God Yes!" Without asking what she was doing, he told her to take the dildo out of her slutty cunt. She groaned in frustration and pulled it out while holding the phone with her shoulder. Then he told her to lick it clean. She did, and he told her that from now on she couldn't play with herself without permission. She was stunned, but knew she couldn't live without his cock; so she agreed to give him control over her most private act. He asked her if she had a credit card, and how much was on it. Confused, she told him yes, and it had five grand on it. He asked if the bill came to her. She said yes, and he replied that she had some shopping to do tomorrow. He gave her instructions for the next day. He told her to wear some old clothes you don't mind losing. Take your work boots to Greenville boot repair, tell him that LJ sent you, pay with your credit card, don't ask what it's for, or how much it'll cost you. Then he told her to go to Jasmine's, ask for Pam, and tell her that LJ sent you. Do what she tells you to, pay with your card, and don't ask how much. She'll give you new clothes; only wear what she gives you. When you get done, go to the Greenville mall, to Bodies. Ask for Becky; tell her that LJ sent you. Do what she tells you, pay her with your card, and don't ask how much it is. When you get done at Bodies, you can shop or leave, but don't change clothes, and make sure you pick up your boots on time. Wear what Pam gives you till you get home. If you don't do all of this, you can forget about ever having my dick in you again, understand? She agreed to all of this, but mentioned that she didn't know where the boot repair place or Jasmine's was. He replied that she should use the fuckin' net like everybody else. The next day she put on an old pair of sweats, t-shirt and flip flops. She hopped in her civic and left for Greenville, which was about 45 minutes from her house. She didn't go often, so she had a little trouble finding Greenville Boot Repair. When she found it she got her boots and walked in. There was an ancient Asian man behind the counter. She sat her boots on it and told him that LJ had sent her. He smiled at her and asked for her credit card. She handed it over and he rung up a sale. She signed the receipt and got her card back. He told her to come back after six, but he closed at seven. She agreed, and left. Now she headed for Jasmine's. Her map was good this time, it took her straight there. It was a large shop, she saw about a dozen people inside and the store wasn't crowded at all. She found a young sales girl and asked for Pam. Kelly directed her to a tall black woman, about 30 years old. Aimee told her that LJ had sent her, and Pam took her to a changing room, and went in with her. The rooms were large enough for two, but barely. Pam told Aimee to strip and give her all of her clothes, and purse. While Aimee stripped, Pam asked her sizes. She told her as she handed over her clothes and purse. Pam took everything, and left. Aimee thought about what she was doing; she was letting a prisoner order her around, dress her, and worst of all, she was paying for it. She knew that she would too, just to have that monster in her again. Pam returned a few minutes later, with a pair of sky-high stiletto heels for her. Aimee tried to tell her that there was no way she could walk in them, but Pam replied that she would just have to let LJ know that she didn't even want to try. Aimee quickly grabbed the heels and sat down. They were shiny black platforms. Aimee slid them on and buckled the straps. Pam had her stand up and walk around, to get used to them. Aimee rose and took a few tentative steps. Pam told her to keep at it till she came back. She left and Aimee walked around the changing room. Here she was, a Deputy Sheriff, in a store that catered to strippers, stark naked practicing walking in these . . . fuck-me heels. It was humiliating, it was . . . making her wet. A hand reached for her wet spot, but stopped short as she remembered LJ order not to play with herself. Pam came back in and started to ask how she was doing, but broke off when she saw the wet spot on Aimee. Laughing, she told Aimee that LJ had warned her that this might happen, and had given her some advice. She closed the door and left, returning a few seconds later with a muscular black man in a tight black shirt with ‘security' on it. Aimee tried to cover herself as she asked what was going on. Pam replied that Derrick was going to take some ‘precautions' that LJ had recommended. Derrick stepped into the room and held up a pair of handcuffs; her handcuffs. She apologized and tried to back away, but the wall stopped her. Pam told her that if she didn't cooperate she'd have to let LJ know. Derrick told her to turn around a put her hands behind her back; and the humiliated Deputy did. She felt the cold steel of her own cuffs on her wrists and ratchet close. Damn! I'm even hornier now, she thought. Pam reminded her to keep practicing in the heels and they left. It was sometime later when Pam returned. She was carrying an outfit for Aimee. Pam un-cuffed her and told her to sit down and take off her shoes. Aimee sat and removed the black platforms. Pam handed her a box and a bag. She told her to put the shoes on first, and to put her old ones in the box, and to put on everything in the bag. Aimee opened the box and put on the new shoes. They were leopard print platforms, with heels just as high, but blocky instead of stiletto. Aimee pulled out a Leopard print mini dress first. She hung in on a hook and pulled out a tiny thong of the same design. She slid them on and looked in the bag for a bra. She didn't find one. She asked Pam about it, and Pam replied that the outfit didn't come with one. Aimee hesitated for a moment, and Pam mentioned that she'd be calling LJ later. Aimee picked up the dress and pulled it on. It had spaghetti straps, was tight on top until just below her breasts, and loose from her belly down to about mid thigh. She had never worn a dress this short before. She finally reached the last items from the bag. She put on the large plastic hoop earrings first, in the leopard print of course. Then she slid the dozen matching bangle bracelets on, six to each arm as Pam instructed. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought about what she looked like. she looked like a slut . . . she looked like a bimbo . . . She looked like a whore. She knew that she would stop anyone walking around Lee County dressed like this. She was still staring at herself when Pam pulled her arms back behind her and snapped her cuffs back on her wrists. Them Pam produced a one-inch wide leopard print collar and buckled it around her neck. She led Aimee out of the changing room, down the short hall, and back out into the store. Aimee asked if she still had to be handcuffed, and Pam replied with the lame excuse that it was the easiest way to keep track of them. Several customers admired her as Pam escorted her to the checkout counter, where Derrick was waiting with a smile. He took her keys from Pam and unlocked her cuffs. He groped her ass and tits as he was doing it, even pressing his crotch into Aimee's cuffed hands. Derrick handed her cuffs back to her. Pam passed her her new purse, leopard print of course. Aimee put her cuffs in it, and signed the receipt Pam slid across the counter. Pam told her that there was an envelope in her purse that she needed to open first. Aimee's bracelets clicked against each other with every movement of her arms. She told her that her other purchases were in her trunk, and to come back soon. Aimee thought about asking the total, but quickly decided against it. She thanked Pam, who insisted she thank Derrick as well. She left Jasmine's and headed to the mall. Driving was an adventure in the platforms, but she managed. She found a parking space and got out. Several horns honked as she made her slow walk, (the only kind she could in the heels) to the mall entrance. When she made it in, she heard catcalls and whistling. The mall's air conditioning made her nipples hard. Her face turned red when she realized this. Her heels clicked with every step, causing even more heads to turn her way. She went to a map and found to her dismay that Bodies was on the far side of the mall. She started that way, getting more hooting and whistling along the way. She arrived and saw that Bodies was a shop for teenage girls. It sold mostly club wear and other stretchy, shiny stuff, but compared to what she was wearing, it was nothing. Becky was the first person she found, a bubbly blonde that looked about 16. Aimee told her that LJ had sent her, and after she complimented Aimee on her outfit, she got her sizes again. Becky took her to the back of the store, and seemed embarrassed when she told Aimee that she was supposed to handcuff her. Aimee pulled her cuffs out of her handbag and handed them over. Becky fumbled as she took them; giggling, she admitted that she'd never seen real ones, except on TV and stuff. Aimee explained that the cuffs were hinged, and more secure that regular chain handcuffs. She went on to tell the giggling Becky that she needed to cuff her behind her back, with the keyholes up. Aimee turned and put her hands behind her back. She turned her head and talked Becky through cuffing her. Then Becky put the cuffed deputy in one of the small changing rooms and went to gather her clothes. Only after she had walked away did Aimee realize that Becky didn't say LJ wanted her cuffed behind her back. Too late now though, she thought. She sat down on the small stool to wait. The door to the changing room was a couple of feet off the floor, and only shoulder high. A couple of girls peeked under the door to see if the room was occupied. Aimee heard one call her a slut under her breath as she went into the next room. Becky returned and told her that everything was ready. Aimee stood and Becky asked where the key was. Aimee directed her to the leopard purse on the hook, and Becky fumbled to release her. After several tries and Aimee coaching her, she managed to open one of the cuffs. Aimee took over unlocked the other one and returned the cuffs to her handbag. At the checkout counter Aimee handed over her credit card and signed the receipt without seeing the total. Becky had dozens of boxes and bags stacked by the counter. Becky handed her another envelope, telling her to open it before any of the bags. Just as Aimee was wondering if she would have to carry it all to her car, a teenage black guy came in with a cart. He gawked openly at Aimee as Becky told her that he would help her with her purchases. Tony loaded everything up and pushed the cart out of the store. Becky told them bye as they left, and for Aimee to come back soon. Aimee got plenty more attention as they made their way back through the mall. As they neared her car she opened her purse to get her keys. They must have hung up on her cuffs, because the cuffs fell to the pavement as she pulled the keys out. Tony gawked as she picked them up, and she heard several catcalls, as well as a horn honking while she was squatting. She was putting them back when Tony asked if he could see them. She handed the cuffs to him as she stood back up. He asked if they were real, she told him they were. Then he asked if she was cop, and she replied yes as well. He replied, "Damn baby, you can handcuff me anytime!" She blushed and thanked him. He asked if he could cuff her while he loaded her car. She hesitated a moment, but agreed. Her bracelets clicked against each other as she held out her hands. He snapped the cuffs on her wrists and after taking a good look; proceeded to load the boxes and bags into the back and front seat of her car. He finished and Aimee realized that she needed to give him a tip. She told him that she didn't have any cash, and couldn't. He replied by pulling out a camera phone and telling her that a picture would be all the tip he needed. She posed, letting the camera get a good shot of her dress and cuffs, but not her face, so no one could recognize her. She thanked him for his help as she un-cuffed herself. He said that it was his pleasure, and asked where he could get a pair of handcuffs. She told him where a police supply store was, and he thanked her again. He gazed at her as she sat down in her low civic. She waved as she drove off. She drove back to Greenville Boot Repair. The old Asian guy leered at her as she came up to the counter. She had to pirouette for him, letting him get a good look. He made her lean over the counter so he could pull on her collar's lead ring. He finally set her boots the counter. Aimee saw that he had resoled them, putting about a 2 inch heel on them. How am I gonna explain those at work, she thought. He wanted her to try them on, so she sat on the bench in the front of the shop, pulled off her sky high heels and put on a pair of the boots. She looked tacky, dressed like a strumpet, but with the police boots on. She walked back and forth, telling him that they were fine. She did the same in the other pair, with the same results. She put her shoes back on, and asked if there was anything else. He responded in broken English, asking her if she wouldn't mind sucky sucky. Disgusted, she grabbed her boots and fled the store. The sun was setting as she climbed into her civic and left. It was dark by the time she arrived home. Aimee started unloading her car by her floodlights. She piled everything up in her living room, figuring that she would put it away later. Only after she finished did she realize that she should have changed clothes first. She was tired, her feet were killing her, but mostly, she wanted to masturbate. Being tired won out. She went into her bedroom, undressed, and after cuffing herself, went to bed. She got up the next day, and after moving her cuffs in front, went into her living room. She saw the two envelopes from Jasmine's and Bodies, and sat down to read them. She opened the one from Jasmine's first. It was a typed list describing the clothes she had bought. The list explained what went with each outfit. It also told her that anytime she left Lee County, she could only wear an outfit from Jasmine's. She opened the envelope from Bodies, and it was the same, except those clothes were for around town. Most of the stuff from Bodies was more risqué that what she normally wore. She took off her handcuffs and leg irons, and started unpacking everything and putting it away. She was working about 15 minutes when her phone rang. It was someone named Scott from her credit card's fraud department. He wanted to know if she had made a $1,457 purchase at a place called Jasmine's in Greenville, and a $919 charge from Bodies in the Greenville mall. She acknowledged that she had, and he apologized for having to call her, but the charges seemed unusual compared to her past buying patterns. Then he asked her if she wanted to talk to customer service about raising her credit limit. She replied that she did, and after he transferred her, she soon had doubled her credit limit to $10,000. She hung up and went back to putting away over twenty three hundred dollars worth of clothes, footwear, and accessories. She had to move most of her old clothes to her spare bedroom's closest. Her work uniforms looked out of place among the tiny sexy stuff she surrounded it with. She finished a couple of hours later, and got ready for work. Her boots had just enough heel to make her ass sway as she walked. Her fellow deputies noticed, as did the prisoners. Aimee worked intake, and spent the shift strip searching females that had been arrested. Between that, she did security patrols of the female section of the jail. She even got a few catcalls from the lesbians in the dorms. She was used to that, even if it hadn't happened in awhile. She finished her shift, and went home. Transporting Leslie Adams She was wearing the black stilettos from Jasmine's around the house, just to get used to them. It was kinda hard to walk in them and the leg irons, but that was the whole point of practice, she thought. She was washing dishes when the prepaid rung. She shuffled over as fast as she could and answered it after the third ring. It was LJ. He asked her why the fuck it took her so long to answer the phone. She apologized and explained herself. He warned her not to let it happen again, and told her that he'd gotten good reports on her yesterday. He went on to tell her that he wanted her supervising the admin detail everyday. She replied that she would have to change shifts to do that. His reply was, "Your Momma is the fuckin' sheriff; you can get whatever shift you want." She gave in and said that she would take care of it, one way or another. He had another demand for her. When she wasn't on duty, she couldn't carry her badge or gun. She complained that she was supposed to, that she had to be on call twenty-four seven. He finally compromised with her, for the first time. He said that she could leave them locked in the glove box of her car, but to always carry a pair of cuffs on her. She accepted this new limitation on her life. He warned her one more time about answering the phone faster, and hung up. The next day at work she asked her mom to move her to evening shift, and assign her the admin detail. Sheriff Mills asked why, and Aimee replied that she just wanted to. Her mom agreed, and starting the next day, she would report at 4pm for third shift. She stopped by the police gym for her normal workout after work. That night, she got a call from LJ. He told her which outfit to bring, and that he wanted some real food, a steak. She told him that she would see what she could do about the food. He replied, "Bitch, if I don't get no steak, then you don't get no steak." The next day, she cooked LJ a thick steak. She had removed the cuffs and leg irons from the night before, but had on a pair of slip-on platforms that were meant to be worn around the house, according to the instructions she was given. The steak would have to be warmed up in the microwave, but this was the best she could do. She packed the steak and baked potato, along with a few cokes into a small cooler. (Author's note: I live in the south, it's ALL coke.:) She had the outfit LJ wanted in her duffel bag and the cooler in the trunk when she went to work. She spent three hours working at the jail, and then took LJ to the admin building. She took him to the break room, and put his meal in the microwave. He told her to go change, but to keep her duty belt on. She went into the ladies room and put on the tiny, stretchy fetish cops uniform. The top was long sleeved, but stretched over her chest, and only came down a few inches below her tits anyway. The hot pants were tight over her ass, and showed a distinctive camel toe in front. Of course, the then thong with a badge in front underneath it didn't help much either. She laced up the knee-high platform boots, put on the collar that was a special addition, and last, put her duty belt back on. She went to the mirror to get a good look at herself. Somehow, the duty belt, with the gun, taser, baton, and her other gear, made her look even more ridiculous; which she figured was the point. She walked back into the break room to find that LJ had finished his meal. He told her how sexy she was, and cuffed her. He cleaned up the offices, finishing up in her mom's office again. He pulled down her wet hot pants and thong, leaving her duty belt on, and bent her over the desk and gave her his steak. Both satisfied; he un-cuffed her and let her dress. They went back to the jail. As she dropped him off, the deputy asked her what the mark was on her neck. She turned red, mumbled something incomprehensible, and left. The next several days were more of the same, except LJ had her wear different outfits for him, including the jumpsuit that she wore at the motel that night. LJ called her most nights. Friday night, he called her and told her that she was getting a makeover tomorrow, and some work done on her car. He gave her the details of where to go and who to ask for, and hung up. The next day she put on something from Jasmine's, since she was going to Greenville. Black and red spandex top, black hot pants with red stripes down the sides, red leather belt, red and black platform heels, red plastic hoop ear rings, half-a-dozen plastic bangles on each wrist, alternating red and black, and a red leather collar. She went to ‘Tre's Phat Customz' first. She went in the door marked ‘Office' and wasn't surprised to hear loud, abrasive rap music blaring away. She walked up to the desk, getting admiring stares from the three Black men sitting behind it. She asked for Tre'. One of them got up and said that it was him. She told him that LJ had sent her. He got her credit card and after letting her sign a blank receipt, gave it back to her. She took him out to her car, and he had one of his employees take it into the shop. Tre' told her that it would be about a week, and the he had a loaner for her. She took the low rider truck with Tre's Phat Customz logos on it, and left for the salon LJ told her to go to. It was in the Greenville Mall. She went in, and once more endured the whistling and cat calls. She asked for Jenny, and was told that Jenny was with a client, and that she would have to wait. Aimee sat down and thumbed through a fashion magazine about ten minutes until Jenny came out. She was blonde, had on heavy make up, and was wearing a pink smock. Aimee didn't see anything under it until she turned around. She had on a tiny soft pink top and matching short shorts. Even her tennis shoes were pink. Aimee told her that LJ had sent her. Jenny had her let Tiffany keep her handbag for her. Aimee passed it to her, and Tiffany put it under the counter. Jenny was very friendly as she took Aimee to the back. She talked Aimee's ears off the next few hours as she did her hair, nails, and make-up. She even had Aimee pull off her hot pants and panties, and gave her a Brazilian wax. She didn't let Aimee see a mirror until she was done. Aimee was shocked by what she saw. She was bleached blonde, obviously fake, her face had on more make-up than she had ever worn, but not near as much as Jenny. Her lips were bright red and looked wet. Her finger and toenails were bright red, fortunately only a quarter inch long on her fingers. She looked like a complete slut. Like a dumb blonde bimbo. Jenny asked what she thought. Aimee thought a few seconds. She replied that if this was what LJ wanted, it was what LJ would get. They went out to the desk, were Tiffany returned her purse. Jenny offered her a piece of gum, saying that it would help complete the look. Aimee took it and thanked her as Tiffany scanned her credit card. Aimee signed the receipt, giving Jenny a twenty dollar tip for the Bimbo number one make-over. I can't believe all of this is going to be in my credit records, she thought as she thanked them both again and left. As she was leaving, Becky from Bodies was coming in. She liked Becky's new look as much as Becky liked hers. Becky had a thick leather collar with a large lead ring around her neck, locked with a small padlock, as she was eager to show her. She was also sporting matching wrists cuffs, also padlocked. She thanked Aimee for telling Tony where to get the handcuffs. Becky told her the he cuffed her every chance he got, and she loved it. Aimee returned to work a couple of days later, still driving the loaner. Her fellow deputies were wary of her new look, but the prisoners loved it. She saw quite a few with a hand in their pocket. It was a relief to take LJ on detail. She changed into a black cat suit, with an opening at the crotch. Platform boots and a collar went with it. She spent the next several hours handcuffed, as he cleaned the offices. He sat down in her mother's chair this time, and she climbed into his lap and straddled him. Before she was completely satisfied, she had to take him back to jail. He un-cuffed her and she changed back into her uniform. She dropped him off with the deputy at the gate, and went home. Naked and cuffed, she fell asleep. Five days later Aimee got ready to go pick up her car. Per LJ's instructions, she was wearing a tube top, miniskirt, and platform heels, all in white. A white leather collar was on her neck, as well as plastic hoop earrings and bangle bracelets, also white. When she saw herself in her mirror at home, she came close to disobeying LJ. The top stretched over her breasts, leaving most of her chest and belly naked. The skirt was even worse; it would barely cover her ass; when she was standing anyway. Sitting, it had no chance. The cheap white thong underneath was wet before she even left the house. Aimee knew that she would be arrested for indecent exposure in Lee County. Probably in Greenville too, she thought as she got into the loaner and pulled out of her drive way. Aimee tugged down the hem of her skirt as she got out of the car and Tre's Phat Customz. Grabbing her small white handbag, she strutted into the office. That obnoxious rap was still on, she noticed. She had always preferred country, or pop was ok sometimes. She hated rap; always talking about slappin' ho's, pimpin', shootin', and gang bangin'. One of Tre's employees came into the office from another door. After gawking at her a second, he smiled, walked over and leaned on the counter. She had trouble understanding him, and he seemed to be having trouble standing. Aimee thought she might be sick or something, his eyes were bloodshot. An odor hit her nostrils that seemed familiar. She sniffed the air and placed it. POT! He was high on pot! The first thing that went through her mind was arresting him on the spot. Then she remembered how she was dressed, and that she was out of her jurisdiction. Aimee was still wondering what she should do when the door opened again and Tre' came in. He quickly hustled his stoned employee to the couch, out of the way. Tre' complimented her style; well he told her that she was, "One fine ass ho." Aimee guessed that counted as a compliment. She turned red and thanked him. Tre' took her into the shop, and to her civic. Aimee barely recognized it. Gone was the blue-grey paint that she had picked out from the dealership. In its place was pearl white paint with sparkles embedded in it. The rims caught her eye next. They were shiny chrome spinners. She hated spinners. She gave a ticket to anyone she pulled over with spinners. She cursed under her breath. Tre' just chuckled and showed her the interior. The seats and steering wheel were soft white leather, with matching dash and carpets. Even the console and buttons were white. They had ripped out her driver's airbag and put a LCD screen in the steering wheel. Then Tre' showed her his favorite feature. The automatic transmission shifter had a white cover over it, with a smiley face on it. He pulled it off and revealed a big black dildo. Tre' explained that it was LJ's number one request for her car. The dildo was the transmission shifter. Aimee was horrified when Tre' explained that it was the only way to change gears. If the car was parked, or in drive, she could put the cover on and no one would see it; but when ever she had to shift gears, she would have to use the dildo. With the rest of the car white, the black dildo would stand out. Anyone that looked in would see it easily. Tre' invited her to sit down and try it out. Reluctantly, she sat down in the driver's seat. The leather did feel good on her bare legs, she thought. She felt the leather wrapped steering wheel, thinking it felt nice too. She reached for the shifter slowly, setting her palm on top of it and gripping it. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked down. God! It even felt like a dildo. Every time she even sat in her car she would think about sex. Tre' interrupted her day dreaming by telling her to start the car. She turned the ignition and more of that loud rap blasted from the speakers. She looked for the controls and found the off button. The music stopped and the LCD screen in the steering wheel came to life. She looked at the screen and saw a white woman sucking on a black dick. PORN! The flushed deputy looked for a way to turn it off. She couldn't. After a few seconds of searching, she just turned the car off. The blowjob continued if front of her. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and it finally stopped. Tre' found her trouble very amusing. He told Aimee how her old stereo had been ripped out and replaced with a 10 speaker, 500 watt system with a 160 gig hard drive. She complained that she hated rap, but Tre' told her that LJ wanted 20 gigs of rap, and 140 gigs of porn. He also explained to her that the computer was password protected, and the car wouldn't run unless the stereo and LCD screen were hooked up. Aimee was visibly upset at this point. Everyone would hear that shit; and see her behind the wheel. Everywhere she went people were already asking her who her new man was, when they weren't calling her a bimbo, or an undercover hooker or something else anyway. Now she had to drive around with this . . . this shit blasting in her ears. Tre' told her that she had some paperwork to sign in the office. He held her hand and helped her out of the low civic. He let her walk ahead of him, probably just to get an eyeful, she thought. Once in the office, he led her to the couch that pothead was on earlier. Tre' asked if she wanted anything to drink, and she declined as she tried to get her tiny miniskirt to cover her mound. Tre' brought a stack of papers over. He told her that she owed him a little over four grand. She asked him about her credit card, and Tre' replied that he had maxed it out. Aimee was stunned; they had ruined her car, maxed out her credit card that had over eight grand on it, and it was still going to cost her over four thousand dollars. Aimee was almost in tears now. She told Tre' that she didn't have that kind of money. Tre' handed her a credit application. It was already filled out, she just needed to sign, he said. Aimee took the pen he offered and leaned forward to sign it. She glanced up and noticed him staring down her top. Oh well, nothing she could do about that dressed like this, she thought. The interest rate caught her eye. Twenty-seven point nine-nine percent! Outraged, she told him that she wasn't paying that, it was robbery. Tre' calmly replied that %27.99 was the maximum legal interest rate in this state. Aimee didn't care, she wasn't paying it. With a chuckle, Tre' told her to call LJ, that he was expecting it. Fuming, she walked outside and dialed his prepaid. He answered on the first ring. She told him what was going on, what Tre' had done to her car, and what he was charging her. LJ told her to calm down. She did, and he explained to her that Tre' was a close friend, and had gone through a lot of trouble for him. She had a choice; she could sign the contract and pay him, or she could pay him what her credit card didn't by helping him advertise. She thought a moment, and then hesitantly asked how she would have to help. LJ told her that Tre' wanted to do a calendar shoot with some of the cars he had pimped out, including hers, and he needed a model. She said that she would think about it, and hung up. She paced outside the shop a few minutes, ignoring the honks from the passing cars. With that insane interest rate, her payments would be almost $250 a month, for three years. She wasn't even going to be able to pay off her credit card in a few years, much less with what was practically a car payment on top of that. She would have to do that calendar shoot. She walked back in and told Tre' the good news. Tre' smiled, and his two employees gave each other high fives. Tre' set it up for the following Saturday, since that was her next day off. She gave him her prepaid number, so he could call and tell her what outfits to bring, besides what she was wearing. She signed that contract for the shoot after barely a glance, not reading the parts giving Tre' total intellectual rights, and him complete ownership of all the images from the shoot. She would get $4,067.35, her outstanding debt with Tre's Phat Customz. Tre' and LJ would split the rest of the profits, with Tre' getting three-quarters and LJ getting twenty-five percent. Aimee got in the white civic, set her pure on the passenger seat, grabbed the dildo, and drove away; the loud rap blaring away the whole drive home. Once she got home, Aimee parked her car, put the cover over the dildo, and when into her house. She paced back and forth in her kitchen, heels tapping, trying to figure out what to do about her car. She didn't want anyone to see her in it, but she couldn't afford another one. What she really needed was a good fucking, she thought as she idly brushed her fingers across the front of her miniskirt. LJ wouldn't allow that, though. The only way to get her mind off of that was a good workout; but that would mean driving her car to the police gym in Lee City. Oh well, they'll see it sooner or later anyway, she thought. She headed to her bedroom to change, then drove to the gym. The next day, she had to drive to work. Everyone questioned her change in music; but with all of her other recent changes, didn't make a big deal about it. She wore the white tube top and mini combo with her hands and upper arms cuffed behind her while supervising LJ on detail. She tried to complain to him about her car, but he would have none of it; saying that's how he wants his ‘snow ho' to roll. Then, to change the subject, LJ told her how sexy she looked, and fucked her. After he gave her three orgasms, LJ relaxed in her mother's executive chair while Aimee gave him a leisurely blowjob. He asked her what she was doing the next few days. Looking up, she replied that she had to renew her driver's license, but other than that just the usual stuff. LJ smiled as an idea formed in his mind. He told her that she had to wear something from Jasmine's; he'd tell her what later. She complained that everyone at the county court house knew her, and would see her. LJ gave her permission to wear a trench coat, but she had to take the license picture wearing what he told her to. She agreed, and finished his blowjob. It was too warm for a coat, but Aimee pulled the calf length leather coat tight as she went into the courthouse. Heels clicking on the tile floor, she walked into the DMV office. Staci, a friend from high school was working. She was happy to see Aimee, asking if what she'd heard about her new man was true. Warily, Aimee asked what she'd heard; hoping the truth hadn't gotten out. Staci replied that she had heard that Aimee must have found a man that was great in bed, cuz she always looked well satisfied lately. With a sigh of relief, Aimee agreed, but refused to give any details. Staci finished setting everything up, and told her that it was picture time. Aimee took off her coat and laid it over a chair. Staci looked up and her jaw dropped. Aimee flushed as Staci stared at her. Hot pink platform heels, with matching hot pants and spandex belly shirt, plastic bangles and earrings. The hot pants had a black handprint on one butt cheek, and a shiny black belt was around her waist. A 2 ½' wide black leather collar was around her neck, with a large lead ring hanging from the front. On the front of the top, in black lettering about 2 inch high were the words, "CUFF ME." Aimee stood in front of the camera and asked Staci to please make sure that she got her collar and top in the frame. Staci was speechless, this was the Sheriff's daughter, a straight-laced girl growing up, and she wanted her driver's license picture taken dressed like a slut. She finally nodded and snapped the picture. Aimee leaned over the counter to see it on the computer screen. It was perfect. There would be no mistaking the thick collar, or the words on her chest. After the computer contacted the state database, it produced her new license. Staci printed it out and after taking her old license, handed the new one to her. Aimee thanked her and walked back to get her coat.