“Okay, have a seat at my desk, sweetheart,” Detective Anderson said to the woman in front of him as he removed her handcuffs. He helped her take off her coat and she sat down dejectedly, as if she had lost all hope in everything.

Detective Anderson got out a blank police report and began asking her the questions he needed to ask to fill it out.

“What is your name?”

“Nicole Miller,” she said, softly.

“And what is your address, Miss Miller?”

“It’s Mrs. Miller, and I live at 1345 E. Hoffman Avenue,” she said.

“Oh, so you are married then?” he asked.

“Yes. My husband is a truck driver for Worldwide Trucking,” she said.

“I see. And what is your date of birth, Mrs. Miller?”

“June eighteenth, nineteen eighty nine. I’m twenty-seven,” she said.

“Height and weight?”

“I’m five foot seven inches tall ... and one hundred fourteen pounds,” she said.

Detective Anderson wrote down all the basic information at the top of the form, and then sat back in his chair for a moment.

“So Mrs. Miller, what were you doing on the corner of Washington Boulevard and Sixteenth Avenue at this hour of the night? Don’t you know how dangerous downtown can be? There all manner of thugs, punks, and other unsavory sorts out there,” he said.

Nicole didn’t say anything. She just looked down at the floor in front of her feet.

Detective Anderson waited for a few moments for her to answer but when she didn’t, he had to continue. “How long have you been turning tricks, Mrs. Miller?” he asked.

His voice broke her out of where she had gone to in her mind. Nicole didn’t want to be at the police station. She didn’t want to be questioned by this detective. And she sure didn’t want to be brought in handcuffs dressed the way she was! So she had gone to a happier place in her mind so she wouldn’t have to admit to herself what had happened.

Nicole had been picked up for prostitution and wearing only her bra, panties, garter belt stockings and high heels, it wasn’t a far stretch of the imagination! The detective had allowed her to get her coat, a three-quarter length black felt coat so that she didn’t feel quite so naked and ashamed, but now that she was in the squad room, it didn’t matter.

“Please ... can’t you just let me go? Please? I won’t do this again, I promise! I just want to go home!” Nicole pleaded.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You propositioned one of our Vice Squad detectives. Now answer the question, please. How long have you been a prostitute?” he said.

“About two years now. I only do it when my husband is away – he would be so mad if he found out I was doing this! You see, my husband is gone away from home a lot with his job, and when he is home, he is usually so tired that he and I ... well, we don’t have sex much at all. I am still a young woman, and I still have needs.

“Sir, my husband is very controlling and he can be mean. I can’t spend any money unless he knows how much I spent and on what. He doesn’t let me have any friends, and I hardly get to go anywhere or do anything without him right there. So while he is gone on his trips, I have been working to get up enough money to leave. I wouldn’t be able to save anything if I didn’t. It’s really bad, but this is the only way I can think of to escape,” she said, tears forming in her eyes.

Detective Anderson handed her a tissue and she gave him a little smile. “Can’t you go to a shelter or something? We have several women’s shelters designed just for women in your situation,” he suggested.

“I tried that once. The shelters can only give you a place to stay for a few days. He waited outside the shelter across the street until I came out, then he made me get in the car and took me home. He was even worse after that – he watched every move I made and I couldn’t do anything without him right next to me. I am trapped until I can get enough money together to leave him,” she said, hanging her head.

“Does your husband hit you, because if he does, we can arrest him for assault,” he said.

“No, he doesn’t hit, but he is verbally very cruel and he breaks my things. He knows I can’t replace them so to punish me, he will break something dear to me. He has destroyed almost everything I have left of my mother’s ... what I do have left, I have had to hide from him,” she said. “Besides, if I did call the police, he would be absolutely raging when he got home ... I honestly don’t know what he would do.”

“I see. Well, I’m sorry for your situation, but I still have to lock you up. At least you won’t have to worry about your husband for a couple days until your court date. Once you go to court, you can explain your situation to the judge, and maybe he will have a solution for you,” he said.

“No, no, no!” Nicole said, near panic now, “Please sir, Please! Oh, my husband is going to be furious if he comes home and I’m not there ... much less finding out I’ve been picked up for prostitution! Oh God, please, you have to let me go! Please!”

“Take it easy, Mrs. Miller. You said your husband is out of town right now?”

“Yes. He is due back in a couple days. And when he finds out I’m in jail, he is going to blow his top!” she said.

“Well, you will probably be here for a couple days at least. Then you will go in front of the judge for arraignment, where you will plead innocent or guilty. If you plead innocent, the judge will more than likely set your bail. If you can pay it, you will be free to go home until the trial. If you plead guilty, then you will go right to sentencing and the judge will decide the punishment for your crime. Since this is the first time you have been picked up for this, you will probably just get a fine and maybe a short jail term, but nothing very harsh. And if you explain about your husband and your home situation, he can probably help you with that as well,” he said.

“My husband is a terrible cheapskate – he won’t pay my bail and he won’t pay any fine for me. He’d rather I stay in jail than pay anything to get me out. Then when I do get home, I’ll be in trouble for being away from home so long! I can’t win!” she said.

“And once I do get out of jail, then what? I will have a record of prostitution – what kind of a job will I be able to get with a record like that? I will be worse off than I was at home! I won’t have a husband working to support me, and I won’t be able to get a job good enough to support myself!” she said.

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Miller, but there isn’t anything I can do. Now, if you will come with me, I will get you settled in your cell,” he said. Detective Anderson stood up and took her by the arm, walking her to her cell which just so happened to be not far from his desk. He held the door open for her and she walked in, turning back to him once inside. He shut the door after her and when the door clanked shut, it startled her. She sat down on the hard bunk, completely despondent.

Once she was in her cell, Detective Anderson went to the storage room and brought back a clean pillow and blanket. He took them to Nicole’s cell, “Here is a clean pillow and a blanket for you. Do you need anything else?” he asked.

“Can I get a glass of water?” she asked. He went over to the water cooler and got her a glass of water, bringing it back to her.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the water.

“Thank you,” she said, giving him a little smile. She drank the water down and handed him back the paper cup. “Detective, can I ask you your name? After all, it looks like we will be together for awhile.”

“My name is Kyle Anderson,” he said.

“Kyle ... I like that name,” she said, giving him a weak smile. She stood at the door to her cell as he went back to his desk and began working again. She watched as he answered the phone and as he did his paperwork.

Kyle also shot her a glance every now and then. Nicole Miller was a very attractive woman and in her sexy lingerie, she was even more so. Kyle may be a cop and may have to maintain a professional appearance, but he was still a man. And the sight of this sexy, beautiful woman was enough to make any man question his morals. He tried hard not to stare at his bewitching prisoner, but she made it very difficult. Sitting at his desk, his hand absently stroked his cock as he kept one eye on her while trying valiantly to appear like he was working.

Then a call came in that emptied the squad room. There was a disturbance downtown that had the whole neighborhood protesting and some of the protesters were getting violent. All hands were called out and everyone left the squad room except Kyle, who had to stay and look after his prisoner. Nicole watched the excited buzzing and saw everyone leaving.

“What’s going on?” she asked Kyle once everyone left.

“There’s some kind of protest going on down at City Hall and some of the people are getting out of hand. They’ve sent the department in to quiet things down and keep the peace,” he said.

“Oh wow! Well, I’m glad you weren’t called ... that sounds dangerous,” she said, smiling.

“I’m sure they can handle it. But it will mean this place will be getting busy if they have to make a bunch of arrests,” he said.

“Thank you for staying back to take care of me,” Nicole said. “Could I please have my coat – I feel ... embarrassed dressed like this all of a sudden.”