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. __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus - For a better Internet experience http://uk.promotions.yahoo.com/yplus/yoffer.html