Bubble gum

They arrested the suspected shoplifter; an attractive
young woman in her twenties, wearing short denim
shorts. “She’s a tricky one,” his partner said,
herself an attractive woman, an undercover cop,
wearing jeans and t-shirt to blend in. However, Kate
was too attractive - she stood out. “I’ll handcuff her
to me” she continued “Oh but I need to drive, I’ll
handcuff her to you”.

He stood there as his partner handcuffed him to the
woman. She tucked the keys into her pocket and walked
off towards the car. Unable to stop himself, his eyes
were transfixed on her cute arse as it moved. Was he a
voyeur, he certainly felt like the criminal. But then
handcuffs were now uniquely keyed; he couldn’t release
himself even if he wanted – he was wearing Kate’s
cuffs, he was Kate’s prisoner. He sat in the back of
the patrol car next to the suspect. She fiddled with
the cuffs that locked them together; he ignored her,
awaiting their arrival. 

They arrived at the station and walked through to the
cells, there was no one on the front desk. “Inside”
Kate commanded, he assumed to the woman. He led her
into the cells wrist first. Kate took out her keys and
made to unlock their wrists.

“Hey, the keyholes are full of gum” Kate exclaimed.
The woman, who was no longer chewing gum, smiled. Kate
tried to push the key inside, but it wouldn’t go, the
gum was starting to harden. She tucked the keys back
into the tight front pocket of her jeans “looks like
you two are staying together.

“I’ll still have to lock you up for security” Kate
replied, her partner’s protests going unheard “there’s
no chance of cutting those cuffs until the morning”.
Kate walked out of the cell and smiled to him. He
couldn’t believe this - he was the cop, not the
offender. She closed the cell door, which locked with
a thud. She then double-locked it with the key – not
really necessary, but it made her feel good. She
pocketed the key and smiled, she was now ‘off-shift’.

He felt totally trapped and he was. Locked in a small
cell and handcuffed to an unknown woman. He sat
dejected on the floor – there was only one chair and
he still had some chivalry. She sat on the chair
behind him, one thigh either side of his head. He
caught a half glance of her legs – they were
beautiful. But then she was the felon and he the
captor, or was it the other way around.  

He felt the inside of her thighs close around his neck
as she slid forward on the chair. She passed one foot
behind her other leg, locking her position. He fought
to get free, she tightened. The two fell to the floor.
“What are you going to do about this” she smiled. He
knew the answer.  



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