Screwed

"Here it is."

"Hmmm you don't look like a Jay. But sweetie if that's what yer into... Ummm you wanna explain the handcuffs."

"Not really sir."

"Whatever... mind if we search your car."

"Kinda, yeah?"

"Well, we'll just bring a dog up here if you have something to hide."

Confident that she didn't have anything in her car, she challenged the officer.

"Fine." The officer radioed to someone else, and told Randi to sit on the curb. Moments later, two more police cars pulled up, and a K9 jumped out of one. One of the officers walked the dog up to the car and began him sniffing around. He walked around quietly then let out a yelp. "Uh ma'am we're gonna have to search your car." Several officers surrounded Randi as she sat there, her natural blush overtaking the makeup. The first officer climbed into Randi's car and felt around, then opened the console. He came out with a small medicine jar with one small bud in it.

"Shit! I forgot all about that," Randi thought.

"Ma'am you're under arrest for possession of marijuana."

"Oh my gawd! I'm gonna be taken to jail like this?!?!" This was way too much.

"You need to get those handcuffs off. Where are they keys?"

The officer sat Randi in the back seat and drove her to the fraternity house where she retrieved the keys and took off the handcuffs. The officer promptly pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. This is no better, she thought.

"Do we have to go to jail?"

"You broke the law."

"Can't I at least change or something before we go?"

"No I think you'll be more popular dressed that way. A fine little slut like you could help ease a lot of tension over there."

Off they went to the jail, where Randi was booked, while being sneared at by every deputy at the jail. Who will I call? What will I do? She was led down the hallway of cells, being hooted and hollered at by every horny creature in there. The deputy slid open a door and told Randi to get in to the holding cell with the two muscular men. "Whoowee! Look what we got. Come here baby."