Genie in a Bottle Ch. 05: Jailbird

"Ya but Sasha's dad is a total perv," Heather whined. "He's been checking us out for years."

"That's how we know it'll work," Jenny said. "And he won't tell anyone, especially Sasha. If you can think of a better way to get three hundred dollars in the next hour without anyone finding out or us risking getting in trouble, then spit it out. Cause this is the only thing I can think of."

"Ugh, fine," Heather huffed. "But he's like, totally old and gross."

"I'm sure he won't last long," Jenny said. "Especially if we both do it. It's just one quick blowjob, and then we go and get Jason out of jail before he gets raped or something."

"Ya, god forbid he has to suck a dick he doesn't want to suck," Heather said, and Jenny frowned.

"You suck dick anyway," Jenny said. "And you don't have to do this. You can just wait here while I do it, but then you don't get to tell Jason you helped him."

"Why are we doing all this for Jason anyway," Heather asked. "I mean I know he's like totally hot and all, but so are other guys. And a few weeks ago I didn't even think he was that hot."

"It's not just about him being hot," Jenny said. "He's super nice, and you've fucked him, you know how good he is. Other guys might be hot, but they're not as hot as him, and no one can fuck like he can. I really like him," Jenny added. "And he called me. I'm going to help him. So are you coming or not?"

"I am most definitely not going to be cumming," Heather said, and Jenny laughed, "but ya, I'll come help."

"Good," Jenny nodded, "Let's get this over with then." They got out of the car, and walked up the path to Sasha's front door.

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Jason got led from the little interrogation room, down a long hall, to a large holding cell. There were at least fifteen other men spread around the large cell, and Jason didn't want to be locked up in there. He saw the scary Mexican from earlier, as well as a few other rather unsavory looking characters. The meth head from earlier was also inside, but he was passed out on the floor. Jason looked around for someone or someway to get out of this, realized there was nothing, and stepped inside the large pen. The cop locked the gate behind him, and then walked back down the hall.

Almost as soon as the cop had left the Hispanic guy from the bench walked over, glaring at Jason.

"You think you're better than me essay?" The man said aggressively, giving Jason a look that sent shivers down his spine.

"What, no, of course not," Jason said, backing up until he felt cold bars against his back.

"We were chained up for hours and you wouldn't even look at me," the guy said, moving in closer. Jason wished he could shrink back into the wall, but there was nowhere left to go.

"I, I'm sorry," Jason said, meeting the man's eye. He had several tear drop tattoos under one eye, and the other eye had an old looking scar over it. "I didn't think I was supposed to. I don't know what the etiquette here is. I've never been to jail before."

"Etiquette," the scary guy laughed. "There's no etiquette in here essay. I make the rules, got that?"

"Yes sir," Jason nodded, feeling more terrified than ever. He had thought Mike was intimidating, but this guy made Mike seem like an altar boy.

"You know how bad I could fuck you up right?" the guy said forcefully.

"Yes sir, I'm well aware of that," Jason said.

"So what are you going to do for me if I let you off easy huh," the guy asked. He was so close to Jason now that Jason could smell the cigarettes on his breath.

"Whatever you want sir," Jason said, "just please don't beat me up."

"I heard you on the phone earlier," the guy said, finally taking a small step back, but keeping Jason pinned. "It sounded like you have some nice friends. Some nice white high school girls, that right?"

"Uh, ya," Jason nodded. "I guess so."

"Maybe when I get out of here you let me go on a date with one of your little friends, huh, how does that sound," the guy said. Jason didn't want to make any kind of deals like that. He knew he couldn't actually offer any of his new friends to this guy, but he also knew not to say no to this guy right now.

"Well, I, uh, I don't know," Jason said.

"Bullshit," the guy said, and then slammed his hand against the wall right beside Jason's head. "I asked you a question puto. Now answer me. Are you going to hook me up with one of your little white bitches, or do things have to get ugly up in here?"

"I, I mean, I don't," Jason struggled to find something to say to this guy that wasn't giving him what he was asking for. "I don't think I can do that." The guy looked like he was about to punch Jason in the face. "I mean I guess I could ask," Jason added quickly, not wanting to get hit. "But I can't make them."

"Sure you could," the guy said, leaning in close again. "All you have to do..."

"Landry," a voice called out from outside the cell. Jason turned his head, and saw officer Janowitz walking over. "There's a call for you, let's go. Rodriguez, back off." The angry Hispanic man who was apparently named Rodriguez glared at officer Janowitz, and then back at Jason, and then he slowly stepped back. Jason rushed over to the gate, and slipped through it as Janowitz opened it. She turned and started walking down the hall, and Jason hurried after her. She stopped at a door, opened it, and ushered Jason in. This room was another small interrogation room, and he wondered why she had brought him here. He didn't see a phone anywhere.

"Um, you said I have a call," Jason said, looking at her questioningly.

"I lied," she said, walking over to the table. She unstrapped her belt, which had a gun and several other police accessories on it, and placed it on the table. "I thought I could find a better use for you while you're here than getting beaten up by gang members."

"Uh, thank you mam," Jason said, unsure of what exactly was happening.

"Don't call me mam," officer Janowitz said seriously. "Call me Emily."

"Um, ok Emily," Jason said, trying his best to give her a smile despite his adrenaline pumping through him. "What, uh, what exactly do you need from me?"

"First, I need you to promise not to tell anyone about this, got it," she said, and Jason nodded quickly. "Good, cause if you do I'll send you back in there and they'll tear your ass up."

"I won't say a word mam, I mean Emily," Jason corrected himself. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Good," Emily said, sitting down on the table. She was giving Jason a wicked smile that he couldn't quite get a read on. Then to his total surprise, she reached up and began unbuttoning her shirt. Jason's eyes went wide as he watched the hot cop slowly reveal her very nice breasts. "You're way too cute to let you get beaten up for no reason," Emily said, opening her shirt up. She was wearing a supportive black bra, but Jason could see that she had a very nice rack. "So I've decided to treat you the same way the guy cops treat a hot young piece of ass."

"Mam?" Jason said, forgetting to call her by her name.

"I'm going to keep you from getting beaten up in there," Emily explained, reaching down to her pants now. "And in return, you're going to go down on me, understand?" Jason just nodded, unable to believe he had just heard what he had. "And if you do a good job of that, maybe I'll let you do even more." Jason watched in awe as Emily stood up, and pulled her pants down. She was standing there in just her underwear, and she looked amazing. Her ass was even better than her tits, and Jason could feel himself getting hard already. He looked back up at her face, saw her smiling devilishly at him, and took a tentative step towards her. Emily grabbed him by the hair, and pushed him down to his knees.

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"I cannot believe we did that," Heather said with a disgusted look as they left Sasha's house. "That was so gross."

"We got the money didn't we," Jenny said. She didn't look any happier than Heather. Neither of them had enjoyed what they had just done, but it was over, and they had gotten the money. Sasha's dad had been hesitant at first, but once they managed to convince him it wasn't a joke, he had gladly accepted their offer. Jenny hadn't expected him to last much more than a minute or two, but she had been wrong. He had been larger than they expected, and they both had to blow him a lot more than they wanted to. And in the end he had filled Jenny's mouth with a load that almost made her puke.

"He is such a fucking perv," Heather said. They both got in the car, and started driving off toward the police station. "I mean the way he kept touching us, ugh!"

"Ya, that was super creepy," Jenny agreed.

"And then he actually came in your mouth," Heather said, making an even more disgusted face.

"Can we please just not talk about it," Jenny said, trying not to think about it. "It's done, now let's just go get Jason, ok?"

"Ya," Heather nodded. "But he better make this up to us."

"He will," Jenny said. "He even said he would. And once we tell him how we did it, I'm sure he'll do whatever we want."

"He better," Heather said. "Cause that was fucking awful."

"Ya, I know," Jenny nodded. "Let's just move on, ok?"

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Jason was kneeling on the cold steel floor, with his hands on each of Emily's thighs, and his head buried between her legs. She had a very nice pussy, and he was doing his best to pleasure her. He thought he must be doing an ok job, because she was squirming about quite a bit. She had her shirt pressed against her face, so her moans were muffled. Jason was concentrating on moving his tongue along her slit, trying to work her clit as well, when he felt a hand grab his hair, and pull him up. As soon as Jason was on his feet, Emily's mouth was pressed against his, and she was kissing him hard.

"Get that cock out," Emily said forcefully. "I can see that its big." Jason just nodded, and then pulled his pants down. His cock was rock hard from eating her out, and she smiled down at it. She turned around, and then bent down over the table. Jason took a second to admire how good her ass looked, and then stepped up behind her. He lined his cock up, and shoved it in, and she let out a low moan. Once it was inside, he took her hips in his hands, and started pounding away. Her pussy felt perfect, and he pounded into her, trying to give her an orgasm.

Emily had her face buried in her shirt on the table, but Jason could still hear her muffled moaning. Her ass was big and plump, way too good for a cop, and Jason's hips began smacking against it as he pounded her harder. Her pussy was soaking wet, and taking his cock easily. Before long he was fucking her so hard the metal table started making squeaking noises as it shifted with the force of it. Jason grabbed onto her ass even tighter, and tried to give her the best pounding of her life. Not only was he extremely grateful that she had saved him from whatever fate might have awaited him in the bullpen, but he was also amazed that he was getting to fuck such a hot cop. Not to mention the fact that she was probably ten years older than him, and very hot.

Jason pumped his big cock in and out of her until he felt her legs begin to shake. Her muffled moans stretched out into one long muffled scream, and he knew she was having an orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm coming on as well, but he continued fucking her nice and gentle as she came. Once she was done, Jason pulled out, grabbed hold of his cock, and started firing a nice big load all over her ass. Just as the last of his load was dribbling out onto her ass, there was a loud knock at the door.

"Bail for Landry," a loud male voice called from outside the door. Jason just froze, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He didn't know what would happen if he got caught fucking Emily by the other cops. Would she get in trouble? Would he? Would they care? He didn't want to find out. It seemed pretty unlikely that there would be no consequences for either of them, so it was best to not get caught.

"Shit," Emily said. She stood up, and began looking around the room. Their clothes were spread around the table and floor. "God damnit," Emily said angrily. Already pulling her cop shirt back over her shoulders. As she started buttoning her shirt up, Jason grabbed his pants. Her ass was still covered in his cum, and there was more on the table too. "Do you know who's bailing you out?" Emily asked as she hurriedly got dressed.

"Uh, hopefully my friends," Jason shrugged, pulling his own pants up. "If it's my parents I'm in deep shit."

"Jesus, you really are eighteen aren't you," Emily said, looking like she was only just comprehending that she had just let an eighteen year old fuck her in the station.

"Get your clothes on," Emily said. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, ever, got that?"

"Yes mam," Jason nodded. He buttoned his pants, and then stopped as he watched Emily pull her pants up. She didn't even bother wiping the large amount of cum off her ass. She just pulled her pants up, and the cum disappeared. Jason had to wonder if she knew just how much there was, because he knew that it might be enough to seep through and show. The cop outside pounded on the door again. They both looked around the room, looking for any signs of what they had done.

"Wipe that off the table," Emily said, pointing at the cum that had landed on the table. Jason looked at her, wondering what she wanted him to wipe it with. She gave him a terrifyingly intense look, and he hurried over and wiped it onto his own shirt. He knew it might be visible, but he was about to get out anyway, and he didn't want to get in anymore trouble. He wiped up the last of the cum as Emily straightened herself out. She was fixing her hair, when the door banged again.

"Let's go," the cop outside shouted impatiently. "Bail for Landry!" Emily walked over, and opened the door. It was the fat sweaty cop from earlier, and he looked surprised when he saw Emily open the door, with Jason standing behind her.

"What's going on in here?" the cop asked, looking around the empty room.

"I was giving Landry another breathalyzer," Emily lied. "The first one was giving a false reading. It said he was way under the legal limit."

"He's under twenty-one," the fat cop said, looking down his crooked nose at Emily. "He doesn't need to be point oh eight. Does it show any alcohol in his system?"

"Ya, point oh three," Emily said, and showed the other cop the reading on the machine.

"That's fine," the cop said, nodding his head, and apparently dropping any suspicion. "Besides, it's already been filed. His girlfriend is here to bail him out."

"Ok," Emily nodded. "You're free to go then Landry. No more drinking and driving."

"Yes mam," Jason said sheepishly, and the fat cop chuckled. Emily gave him one last look, which clearly said to keep his mouth shut, and then she walked away. As she left, Jason looked down at her ass. He could see where his cum had already seeped through the material of her uniform, and was visible. He didn't think anyone would see it unless they were blatantly staring at her ass, but that also seemed pretty damned possible. But that was her problem now. It sounded like Jenny had actually got the money to bail him out, and he would finally be getting out of here.

"You drop something down there kid?" the fat cop asked. Jason realized the cop had seen him staring at Emily's ass. Jason opened his mouth to speak, and then shut it, and the cop laughed. "Don't worry kid, staring aint illegal. Otherwise every cop in this precinct would be behind bars." He bellowed loud laughter as he led Jason out of the room and toward the front of the station. Jason followed, trying not to look at anyone as he left. When they got to the front, Jason saw Jenny standing there filling out some paperwork. She looked up, and smiled at him, and Jason gave her the most grateful look he could muster. He had to fill out some papers as well, but twenty minutes later they were walking out, and then getting into Heather's car.

"Hey," Jason said to Heather as they got in. "Thank you so much. You girls saved my life."

"You're welcome," Jenny said.

"How did you get the money?" Jason asked.

"Uh, we'll tell you later," Jenny said, while Heather frowned and folded her arms. "Just know that we both care about you a lot."

"Thanks," Jason sighed. "I care about you girls too."

"You better," Heather said seriously. "And you better make this up to us."

"I will," Jason nodded. "I promise. I'll do whatever you guys want."

"Good," Jenny smiled. "In that case, why don't we go back to my place?"

"Uh, ok, sure," Jason said. As they drove away from the police station, Jason let out a deep sigh of relief, and made a promise to himself not to ever end up there again.