Erotica: Sheriff Brad

Product Description
Sheriff Brad
Erotic Short Story
Approx 2,700 words

Excerpt:
Deputy Sheriff!” he shouted, “Put your hands where I can see them and don’t move!” Hands went in the air, and he stepped forward and quickly cuffed the suspect.
Brad keyed his rover radio microphone and advised dispatch that he had the suspect in custody and the situation was under control. The dispatcher’s relief was evident in her voice as she acknowledged his transmission. Brad heard his supervisor request that he switch to the command channel and he complied, still holding on to the silent suspect in the dark. The supervisor advised him that there was no one else available and that Brad would have to process the scene himself.
Brad reached for the bedroom light switch and blinked in shock as he got his first unhurried look at his prisoner. If she wasn’t such a mess she could have been a centerfold. Her hair was in disarray, and she was covered in dirt and mud. She had apparently been going through the drawers looking for clean clothes. She was wearing only the bottom half of a county jail uniform from the Honor Farm in Jackson County, 20 miles away through the swamps. The top half and a torn bra lay crumpled on the floor in front of her.
His eyes kept going back to the proud breasts in spite of his best attempts to maintain his composure and to remember all the steps he had to take to work the crime scene. The statuesque redhead smirked at him as she watched him try to keep his professional demeanor.
“All you guys are the same,” she said, “it doesn’t seem like any of you ever get any pussy at all, you just stay horny.” Embarrassed, Brad turned his lower body away from her direct gaze to hide his growing erection.
“You don’t have to hide it sugar,” she said, “It doesn’t bother me. You’re actually one of the cute ones.” She winked at him. “I’ve been on that Honor Farm for six months and the only dick I ever see there is on the driver who brings the new chicks in.”
She sidled closer to him, and he backed up a step, reaching for his flashlight. She thrust her naked breasts out at him, the nipples hardening.
“I don’t want to hurt you baby, I just want to give you a taste of what you’re giving back to the system. Besides, the only attention these t*****s are going to be getting for a long time is from the dykes in the cell with me” she said, “not that I mind eating a little pussy but there’s really no substitute for a hard cock.”
Her face now close to his, her hard nipples jutting into his chest, she whispered
“My name is Julie.” She kissed him.
She gave a twitch of her hips and the uniform pants sagged to the floor, leaving her naked except for a pair of white cotton panties.
“I’m going peacefully sweetie, do you suppose you could at least let me rinse off under a hot shower before you take me back?” Julie asked.
Brad was fully aware he could be fired for even thinking about it, but he was thinking with the wrong head now and he nodded. What the hell, nobody would even check on him again for a couple of hours. He led her to the bathroom and turned the hot water on.
“I’m not taking off the cuffs” he told her. She stood in front of him grinning.
“I wouldn’t dream of asking you to” she said, but I’m going to need some help with these.”
She wiggled her hips. He bent to slide her panties down her legs, and she raised her feet to slip them off, giving Brad a glimpse of a pretty pink pussy surrounded by thin red hair.