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I can't believe this scumbag-pig is about to make me cum ! And in front of everyone ! Amy thought as tears of shame & pleasure began to well up in her eyes. Suddenly, Amy was pulled away from the booking desk and the Homeless Perv's talented & tormenting fingers. Thank God ! She thought, even though, physically she had once again been brought to the brink of orgasm, only to get denied that sweet release at the very last second. The two cops dragged Amy away down the hall, forcing her to walk backwards as she questioned them with anger, fueled by sexual frustration, “Where are you taking me ? If teen I'm being arrested, what's the charge ? And I'm pretty sure I'm entitled to a phone call !” although, Amy was uncertain who she'd even call about this; she was still trying to wrap her head around how tonight lead to...this. The male cop glanced over his shoulder and said, “You're not being charged with anything...probably. Too much paperwork and you don't need the hassle either, so you'll probably be out in a few hours. We had to go through the motions because of that anonymous tip and...” Amy angrily yanked herself out of the cops grasp and yelled, “Idiot ! I'm the Hardcore one who---” was all she got out before the female cop yanked her by her shoulder, dragging her down the hallway and said, “I'll be so glad when we're done with you. If you're not humping somebody, you're bitching and complaining !” Amy gave her a How Dare You ! look and said, “I've been sexually assaulted TWICE, while in your custody ! I'm going to sue this entire department and you two specifically !” Amy continued to lecture/threaten/admonish the two cops until they entered the jail area. Amy was led to a larger jail cell at the end of the corridor. The cell was filled with skimpily dressed hookers & strippers, a sea of big hair, spandex, miniskirts, perfume, long nails, high heels, booty shorts and trending towards too much makeup. However, the trashy, sexy ladies were not as skimpily dressed as Amy, standing before them in her pasties, thong (with her pussy still hanging out !) and go-go boots and upon seeing her, they immediately started whistling, hooting, catcalling & making lewd comments. Amy, panicking & desperate, turned to the two cops.and said, “You can't put me in there with them, I'm practically naked ! They'll eat me alive !” “Bet on it cutie !” one of the gum-chewing streetwalkers said as she and a few of the other ladies started walking to the front of the cell. The male cop dismissively said, “Nah, you'll be fine, your stripper friends will look after you” Exasperated, Amy said, “I keep trying to tell you, I'M NOT A STRIPPER !” A lightbulb went off in the male cop's head as he said, “Oh yeah, that's right, you strippers prefer to be called dancers.” Increasingly exasperated, Amy replied, “I'M NOT A DANCER !!” “Oh right, right, right, you dancers like to be called artists” “YOU FUCKING IDIOT !!!” Amy screamed. Looking hurt, the male cop said, “Whatever. Anyways your friends Cherry & Lulu are in there, so they'll look after you.” “They're not my friends !” Cocking an eyebrow, the male cop said, “Really ? That kiss you two shared looked pretty friendly to girl me.” Amy blushed and wanted to respond, but wasn't quite sure what to Lesbian say. The cops pushed Amy into the large cell, where the other ladies started to immediately check her out as they crowded around her. Amy was immediately assaulted by the comingled scents of cheap perfume, too much makeup and moist pussy as the streetwalkers circled her, appraising and feeling her up. “Hey, quit it!” Amy protested, making the prostitutes laugh at her as their eyes and hands roamed over her body. “That's enough skanks ! She's with us.” Cherry said as she pushed through the crowd of streetwalkers and put her arm around Amy, pulling her away from the hookers. Amy was aware of Cherry's hand sliding down her back and giving her left exposed ass-cheek an affectionate-yet-possessive squeeze. Guiding her towards the “strippers” part of the cell (Cherry's hand still on her ass, fondling it), Amy suddenly stopped and began backing up, her hands in a hold on gesture and said, “Look, what happened back in the police car was...confusing, but I'm not...” Amy tried to find the right words, ignoring the pouty, hurt look on Cherry's face as she backed up towards the cell-bars. From behind her, Amy heard, “Wow, Amy...Nice ass !” Amy spun and to her horror, saw that it was Theresa, her rival in HR and she had a smirk on her face as she looked Amy up and down. Theresa was a good-looking woman in her 40's; slim-figured with straight, shoulder length black hair with bangs, high-cheekbones accentuating her long-lashes, ruby-red lips and a mischievous sparkle in her dark eyes. Theresa was wearing a denim anal jacket, white t-shirt, floor-length western-style brown skirt and dark-brown cowgirl boots. Cancis Rock is barren like Aghara-Penthay, and both are terrible places to be female, but the similarities end there. I first measured from her forehead to her chin. Impressively, with the consistency and lack of teeth, her mouth felt almost like a vagina. 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