"Nothing else to keep us here." Cynthia said. Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to put them on the prisoner, pinning her arms behind her back. Regulations clearly called for them when transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to the driver of the other car that he would meet him back at the station.

"I don't think I'll be needing an escort, Herrity." Cynthia said. "I don't think this young lady is going to give me any trouble. Are you honey?"

"No." She meekly answered.

"Good." Cynthia smiled. Herrity hesitated for a moment. It was clearly against regulations to let O'Rourke transport the prisoner by herself. But then again, she was a Lieutenant. Unless there was another higher ranking officer to overrule her, her orders were set in stone. Besides, she was somewhat of a hard ass. He would love to see her taken down a peg or two if she got chewed out by the Captain over this. It would be so easy just to casually mention the incident within earshot of the right person. With a broad grin, Herrity turned and entered the other cruiser.

"Jody was it?" Cynthia said as she eased her into the car. The hooker nodded in acknowledgment. "Well Jody, maybe we'll just take a little ride downtown. But I'm afraid that it won't be the one you were expecting from Murphy." The ride to the Precinct was both quick and quiet. Neither Cynthia or Jody said a word to each other. When they pulled into the Station's parking lot, Jody finally broke the silence.

"You're actually taking me to jail?" She asked in wide eyed astonishment.

"Well that's what usually happens when you get arrested, Peaches." Cynthia said with a grin. "Where did you think I was taking you?"

"I thought....I mean I......" Jody stammered, then became very quiet. Parking the car, Cynthia removed her prisoner and led her through the parking lot and into the station house. Immediately they were immersed in a sea of dark and light blue uniforms. The Lieutenant acknowledged the greeting of the desk sergeant with a wave of her hand. Her first order of business was to check in her firearm. Weapons weren't allowed in the booking area. With a firm grip on the younger woman's shoulder, Cynthia guided her through a maze of corridors. Stepping down a final hallway, Jody could see a small crowd of fellow hookers waiting to be booked. It appeared to be a long line

. "Afraid we have a full house this morning, Lieutenant." A sandy haired officer said as he approached Cynthia with a clipboard in hand. "Might be an hour or more before we can even begin to process your paperwork."

"It seems like it gets longer and longer, Pete" Cynthia observed.

"Yeah," The officer replied with a nod of his head. "But it should ease up a little when they open the annex at the end of the month. At least we'll have those new holding cells."

"On a morning like this we could use them." Cynthia said. "I sure hope the Mayor is enjoying his Sunday morning breakfast plans, because mine just got shot to hell."

"If you like, Lieutenant, I'll be happy to take her off your hands. So you can get out of here and make your date." Pete Willis said with a smile. Cynthia returned the smile because she knew his request was genuinely motivated by a desire to help her out. Not every cop in the precinct was an asshole.

"I appreciate the offer, I think I'd like to take care of this one personally." "Good enough." He replied. "You know, I bet if I really tried, I might be able to sneak you in ahead of some of the others. Rank has its privileges you know." "You know I've never played that game." Cynthia concluded. "Its not fair to the street troops who are out there busting their tails every day. I can afford to wait a while. I'm just going to see if I can find a place to store the princess here while I grab a bite to eat." Pete was about to say that every holding cell in the station was already filled when the Lieutenant turned and led her charge away. He wondered what the hooker had done to piss off the Lieutenant so much that she made the bust herself. Officer Willis knew that many officers thought of Lieutenant O'Rourke as a cold hearted bitch. But he had seen her cradle an injured child or cry at a murdered cops funeral. He had also heard how she stood down two uzi armed druggies when they broke into a west side health clinic looking for drugs. The incident had ended with both druggies dead and a dozen clinic patients eternally grateful.

Another journey down a series of endless halls caused Jody to become disoriented. The one thing she did notice was that with every new turn there were less and less people. Finally they came to a locked door at the end of a corridor. There was a sign that read - 21th Precinct Annex. Taped over it was a hand written sign that read - Construction Zone - No Admittance. Jody watched as Cynthia pulled a key ring from her belt and unlocked the door. Where was she taking her? She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off with an angry stare before she could say a word. Another quick trip down a dimly lit corridor and then down a long flight of stairs, carefully avoiding piles of construction debris, brought the two women to the just finished holding cells. With a practiced swiftness, Cynthia attached a locking clamp through Jody's cuffs and clipped it to the iron bars. It was finally too much for Jody to keep silent.

"You can't seriously be thinking of leaving me here?" Jody exclaimed as she pulled against the hard metal of her handcuffs.

"It's a thought." Cynthia mused as she took a step back and took a long hard look at Jody. "But perhaps we can find a way to, what was the phrase Murphy used, oh yes, grease the wheels of justice." Jody only replied with a hard stare. "Oh come on, " Cynthia said as she retraced her step and reached out and stroked her hand alongside Jody's cheek. Jody tried to pull away but Cynthia had her pinned against the bars of a cell. "You can't tell me this is all new to you. How many cocks in blue have filled that pretty mouth of yours." Cynthia added as she ran her long manicured finger across Jody's full sensual lips. "Or how many times you've spread those lovely legs for the boys in blue."

"I don't do women." Jody said defiantly.

"Then you're definitely missing something." Cynthia went on as she glided her finger down across Jody's neck and into the deep valley between the large olive skinned breasts.

"You're a fucking dyke!" Jody spat out. "Don't knock it till you've tried it." Cynthia laughed. By now her hand's journey had brought it to the high slit in Jody's shorts and her fingers played across both the exposed skin and soft flesh of the girl's ass beneath the thin material. "Of course, I could've left you to the sweet attentions of Sergeant Murphy." Cynthia said as she patted Jody's ass. "From what I hear, he's hung like a horse." Her digital odyssey now moved up the small of Jody's back. "Then again, I've also heard that he likes his action through the rear door." Cynthia smirked. "I would guess that it would be a real tight fit back there." The in a abrupt motion, Cynthia grabbed Jody's ponytail and jerked her head backwards. Pressing her mouth hard against the captive woman, the Police Lieutenant savored the softness of Jody's lips. The younger woman opened her mouth to protest, only to have it filled by a probing tongue. Then as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended.