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"Call My boss at the precinct her knows who I am" you plead desperately
"I can't stand here and play games all night. I'm bringing you in, You can make a phone call at the station." He comes around you and handcuffs you.
"It's the truth, You've gotta believe me." you beg.
"That enough" he says authoritatively, "You can call when we get there, until then, you have the right to remain silent."
He escorts you into the back of his cruiser. Your mind is racing, where had Jack gone to, he was supposed to stay in sight at all times.
You sit uncomfortably in the back, arms cuffed behind your back, Tits swinging as the cars moves. your ankles are getting sore from the heels you're wearing.
When you arrive the Officer drags you out of the car and escorts you into a holding cell with 7 other prostitutes... woops slip of the tongue... just 7 prostitutes and you.
"Don't I get a phone call."
"In a few minutes, I've got to log you into the system." He says and turns away leaving you alone with the real prostitutes.
"So what's your name Honey?" one of the more trashier girls asks you.
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