Gang Banged in the Police Cells: Beasted and Barebacked in the Isolation Block

By Mandy Smith

Susan is a young 22 year old street walker, a hooker who is used to dealing with guys and their  freaky demands on a daily basis; she loves her work, loves the excitement, the danger and the thrills of hooking up with strangers. But one day, whilst at home, the police come calling, arrest her and take her to the station to answer some questions about something she knows nothing about; a trumped up charge that she is completely innocent of.

She is held in the isolation block, refused a lawyer, questioned, bullied and then offered a 'secret deal' in return to drop all charges they'd accused her of and let her walk free.  The secret deal? Flesh for freedom.

Taken from the 'Hard and Nasty' best-selling series. A highly erotic and kinky short story graphically written to arouse and satisfy; detailed hard and explicit and aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. Looking for something special? Something that won't disappoint? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed from best selling erotic author, Mandy Smith. Buy Now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Smith
• Release date: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393464310

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Gang Banged in the Police Cells

Beasted and Barebacked in the Isolation Block

I was relaxing at home just idly flicking through the TV channels, when the police knocked at the door of my apartment and asked to come in. Nothing new with that; they’re always coming round trying to charge me with some shitty offence or other. Most times I laugh in their face and tell them to fuck off, but this time was different; they said it was serious. They briefly interviewed me, charged me, told me that I was under arrest and even handcuffed my hands behind my back.

There was nothing I could do so I didn’t even try to resist arrest and just went along with the stupidity of the situation, wondering what the hell they were trying to charge me with this time. They led me out of the apartment building, pushed me into the back of their patrol car and took me down town to the station and placed me in one of those little interview rooms with a table, two chairs, and the usual one-way mirror glass that they spy on you through. I didn’t know what was going on; I didn’t have a clue what they wanted with me, but I knew for sure that I hadn’t done anything wrong to get arrested. Well, nothing serious anyway.

Ok, I admit it: I’m a working girl. I work the clubs and sometimes the streets if I have to. I don’t rip guys off, I never hustle if the guy ain’t interested, and I always give a good deal if they are. The cops think it’s a game to keep hassling me, but I don’t know why, I’m providing a much needed service for all those single, married, lonely, ugly, or frustrated dudes out there who need a bit of clean pussy now and then. Even so, this seemed different to all the other times they’d marched me down here; I sat there feeling slightly edgy and tense and then two plain clothes officers came in and sat down on the other side of the table; one staring at me like he hated me, the other busily preparing some notes and emptying a few things from a small briefcase. It was the good cop, bad cop routine again; I’d been through it more times than I’d sucked cock, so knew what to expect. I’d never seen these guys before; I thought I knew most of them at this station. So, as I say, I was a little stressed. I’d never been in trouble with the law for months so what the hell was this all about? But one thing I knew, the golden rule; never say a word without having a lawyer present and never admit to Jack Shit. And that’s what I said to them.

I want my lawyer to act on my behalf if you want to interview me. I know my rights.

They looked at each other for a second and then the tough looking one out of the two, looked like he was going to blow a fuse, going bright red in the face, giving me an even more vicious look than before.

You have no rights to see a lawyer, He growled, This is some serious shit you got yourself into, young lady; more shit than all your other little offences like street walking, and in matters like this we have the court’s power of attorney to waive your rights to a lawyer.

The other one was still calmly looking at his notepad, he’d not even looked me in the