1 comments/ 29388 views/ 3 favorites Transporting Leslie A (DeletedScene) By: HandcuffGirl The following is a deleted scene from the story "Transporting Leslie Adams" Aimee is a white sheriff's deputy and LJ is a black prisoner that is her older sister's ex. LJ has pressured Aimee into doing several humiliating tasks. I had planned on several more trips to the Ebony Goddess Aerobic Studio for Aimee, but I cut the entire scene due to length. Please vote a "5" if you enjoy this story, and please let me know what you think. Bethany * Aimee arrived at the small "Hood" that Lee City had. She grabbed her gym bag and walked into "Ebony Goddess Aerobic Studio" and told the receptionist that LJ had sent her, and she wanted to talk to Rita about joining. The receptionist replied that she didn't know anyone named LJ, but would let Rita know. The receptionist picked up a walkie-talkie off her desk and asked for Rita. Someone answered that Rita was teaching a class. The receptionist told Aimee that it would be about 20 minutes, and that she would have to wait. Aimee saw a comfy looking couch so she walked over and started to sit down. The receptionist quickly told her that the couch was for members only, and that she could sit in the guest chair in the corner. Aimee looked to the corner and saw a tiny, kid sized chair made of hard plastic. She wondered why a business would have a nice couch and not let potential customers use it. Reluctantly, Aimee sat down in the low, uncomfortable chair to wait. It was more like 30 minutes before Rita came out. Several black women, members she guessed, came in and out during that time. They all snickered or made rude comments under their breath as they walked by her. Finally a tall black woman with toned arms and rock hard abs walked out of the door and up to the desk. She flicked her head in Aimee's direction and asked the receptionist if that was her. She nodded and the woman turned and walked over to Aimee. Aimee stood as she approached. She held her hand out and introduced herself. The woman ignored her. She looked Aimee up and down; like she was going to buy her at an auction or something. The woman walked all the way around her. Finally, she spoke. "So your LJ's new bitch?" Rita asked Aimee in a commanding voice. Aimee was speechless. "Answer me. Are you LJ's new bitch?" She repeated louder. "Ye . . . Yes," Aimee stammered. "Yes what?" Rita asked. "I'm LJ's new bitch." Aimee felt her pussy tinkle as she said it out loud. "Your LJ's new bitch, MA'AM," Rita corrected Aimee. "I'm LJ's new bitch, Ma'am," Aimee replied. "Well, you must be a good cocksucker, cuz he usually don't pick 'em so fat," Rita replied condescendingly. Aimee was mortified. She was 5'4" and 125lbs; not at all fat. Rita didn't giver her time to think about it. She took her back to the desk where Aimee handed over her credit card. She signed the contract shoved in front of her without looking at it. Rita told her that she would be charged $250 a month. Aimee just mumbled OK, she didn't know that the majority black members paid $50 a month, and the 40 or so white members paid $200 a month. Several of the white members also made large annual "contributions" of $10,000 or more to the Aerobics studio. The extra $50 a month that Aimee was paying would go strait into Rita's pocket. Rita explained that the $250 included a workout uniform, 24 hours gym access, shower facilities, child care, and a spot in Rita's aerobics class. "What time do you work?" Rita asked her. Aimee was caught off guard by the question. "Do you even have a job, fatty? She repeated. "Ye . . . Yes," Aimee managed to stammer out. "That's yes MA'AM, and what corner do you work on, whore?" Aimee felt a jolt of pleasure to her clit at the humiliating question. "I'm a sheriff's deputy, Ma'am," she meekly replied. "So, fatties and little piggly wiggly, is she. What time does piggly wiggly work?" Aimee's pussy was throbbing now. She pressed her legs together and replied, "4pm to midnight, Ma'am." Rita told her that she was in the twelve noon class, seven days a week. Then she took Aimee to the changing room to change, with the comment, "You might as well get started on that fat ass today." In the changing room Rita took her to a counter set in the wall. Another black woman was behind it. She sat a card board box on the counter and Rita ordered Aimee to strip and put everything into the box. Aimee obeyed and soon was standing stark naked in front of the two black women. The woman behind the counter handed Aimee her gym uniform. White tennis shoes, white ankle socks, white short shorts, and a white sports bra. When Aimee asked about underwear Rita told her to hurry the fuck up and quit bothering them about dumb shit. When she finished Aimee felt almost as naked as when she was wearing nothing. Then Rita told her to turn around for the last part of her uniform. Aimee turned and faced away from the counter. She felt something close around her throat. She felt the woman behind the counter do something at the back of the neck and heard a "click." When she reached up and felt it, she realized what it was. It was a collar! About 2" wide she thought. Rita explained to her that the computer chip in the back of the collar would be scanned when she came back to get her clothes. It would also be scanned when she into and left the individual workout rooms. Rita told her that the collar had to be worn at all times in the building. She also explained that an alarm would sound if she went into the wrong place. Not all members wore a collar, and the ones that didn't Aimee would refer to as Ma'am. Aimee, still fingering the lead ring on the front of the collar, finally questioned why she had to do all this. Rita just laughed and said that it was in the contract that she signed. Rita took Aimee to her evening aerobics class. As they entered, the class came to attention and yelled "Good evening, Mistress Rita," in unison. Aimee noticed that the entire class was white. The all had on the same white uniform she did, and a collar like hers. They all seemed to be made of some kind of white plastic, like the disposable cuffs that the department had, only wider and bigger. Aimee could see the barcode on the back of several of the collars. She wondered why it was there, instead of on the front where it would be easier to scan. Rita left Aimee off to the side and walked to the front of the class. Aimee recognized several women in the class. Victoria Owens, the Lee City high school principal. Michelle Burton, who was probably the richest woman in town, and Lieutenant Deputy Simmons, who was a middle aged woman that had been on the force for about 25 years. Rita started the class without introducing Aimee. She berated the class for the next hour as they jumped, twisted, squatted, stepped, and more. She called them names, "Honkey bitches," and "Fat assed ho's" were two of the more popular ones. She also went around and slapped asses, thighs, bellies, tits, and even faces when she felt like someone wasn't giving their all. Sweaty and aching, Aimee followed the other women to change. They were crowed in the small changing room. The attendant yelled at them as the all stripped naked. All their uniforms and shoes were put into a large bin. Next a door opened and Aimee followed them into a large open shower, picking up a wash cloth on the way. The shower heads came on automatically. The water was freezing! The soap must be mixed in with water, Aimee though as she quickly scrubbed her skin. She bumped against the other women several times, but no one seemed to mind. The water shut off and they went back to the changing room. Towels were waiting for them on the counter. Aimee waited her turn, but everyone else rushed to grab one. She wondered why until she got to the counter and saw that there wasn't a towel for her. Someone passed her a used one. She whispered to Aimee that the towels are always at least one short, so you got to be fast if you want a clean one. Aimee asked her why they put up with getting treated like this. She blushed and replied, "The same reason you are." The black attendant returned and Aimee joined the line that had formed. No one seemed to mind being naked in the line. The attendant used a hand held scanner to scan the back of each collar. Each girl had to lean forward, almost bowing in order for her to scan it. Once their collar had been scanned, each girl received a card board box like the one that Aimee had put her clothes in. They all got dressed and went back to the line to return the boxes. Once they had done that, they left out of the back door still wearing their collars. Since she was last, Aimee asked the attendant what to do. She told Aimee that the back door was the only door she could leave from, or come in. The collar would unlock automatically when she left, and to make sure she was wearing it when she came in everyday. Aimee thanked her and left. She heard the door lock behind her when it closed. The parking lot was dirty, had no lights, and walled in except for a small driveway out to a side street. Aimee saw gang graffiti on the walls. She pulled off the collar and put it in her purse. Aimee couldn't even walk around the building to her car. She would have to walk all the way around the block. There were no street lights in this part of town, but fortunately for the young deputy, it wasn't dark yet. She got quite a bit of attention thought. Several young teenagers, attracted by the clicking of her heels on the cracked sidewalk, followed her on bikes, making degrading comments along the way. Two different men simply asked her, "How much?" She finally made it to her Civic and headed home. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The next day, Aimee left early for the noon aerobics class. She parked in back, and put the collar on before she got out of her car. There was a buzzer by the back door. Aimee pressed it and a voice yelled back asked her what the fuck she wanted. Startled, Aimee replied that she was here for Rita's noon aerobics class, and gave her name. The door buzzed and the door opened. Aimee went into the changing area and stripped down in front of the attendant. She put everything into the cheap cardboard box like yesterday and got the all white uniform in return. Next the attendant put a new collar on her and ran the scanner over the back, locking it. When Aimee asked why she changed the collar, the attendant told her that the collars were charged everyday, and to git her dumb cracker ass outta her face. Aimee apologized and scamper out. She went into the aerobics room, after she leaned forward to let the scanner mounted by the door scan the back of her collar. Aimee was stretched out and warmed up when Rita came in. She joined right in greeting her, "Good afternoon, Mistress Rita," with the rest of the class. Rita berated, degraded, and slapped them for the next hour. Aimee recognized a wife of a city councilman, as well as a local minister's wife. Several Lee Community College cheerleaders were also in the class. After the class the students were all herded into the changing area like before. Aimee beat out the preacher's wife for a towel. Finally she was able to get dressed and leave.