1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    door of the van swung open, and another blonde girl joined us. She bumped against me as she sat down, but said nothing. The glazed expression on her face said that she was not quite in contact with the world around her. She looked d**gged. &#034Take this load down to The Tombs,&#034 came the sharp voice of a police sergeant through the open door, &#034and come right back! We should make a good haul tonight.&#034 Then the door slammed shut, and we were left in the dark with only the sobbing to break the silence. The motor of the van started with a roar, and we began to move. The seats and suspension were not made for comfort, so we bounced back and forth as the van weaved through the Manhattan traffic. Each time we hit a bump, my little tush was bounced on the hard wooden seat. The handcuffs had been put on tightly, and were chafing my wrists. The smell in the van was nauseating. Then the glassy eyed girl next to me leaned forward, and started to vomit! I jumped away from her, and slammed into one of the girls who had been talking. &#034Watch what you doin', bitch!&#034 she shouted, and shoved me back. The van hit a bump, and the vomiting girl fell to the floor. She just lay there in the mess she had made. All we were left with was the gurgling sounds of her retching, and the sobbing of the other girl. There was vomit on my skirt and leg that I could not do anything about with my wrists handcuffed behind me. I felt like crying too. The van halted at last, and we sat for a ...
    moment in the dark. The door opened, and a policeman in the doorway said, &#034All right, ladies, last stop! All out for The Tombs!&#034 Then he saw the girl lying in the pool of vomit on the floor. &#034Fer chrissakes!&#034 he said. &#034Hey, Harry! Get a stretcher and a mop! We got a puker, and she's passed out. Call Bellevue, and get an ambulance over here.&#034 They made the rest of us stay in the stench of the van while they pulled her out on the stretcher. Then we got out. One cop stood in the doorway to hold out arms, so we would not slip on the vomit covered floor on the way out. He grabbed a feel of my ass as I passed him. We were taken inside, and a policewoman took our names and addresses. I gave my name as &#034Bobbi&#034 like I always did, but she did not ask what sex I was. She typed it all onto a form, and then took an inventory of my purse for the record. &#034You'll get this back when you're released,&#034 she said putting a tag on the property bag that now held my purse. &#034Come with me!&#034 She led me into a room that had a series of cubicles with telephones in them. &#034You get one phone call,&#034 she said. &#034Make it a good one.&#034 I went to an open cubicle. Who should I call? Margo would be too d***k by now if she was home at all. Edith would be home, but I did not remember her number. There was only one person I could call. Peter was all but a lawyer too. He would know what to do. Nervously, I dialed his number, and prayed he would be home. ...
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