Bailing Shellie Out of Jail

Bailing Shellie Out

Shellie sat in the back of the patrol car, silently sobbing as the two police officers prepared to transport her 30 year old accomplice, Steve.

Thirty minutes earlier, she had her lips wrapped around Steve’s cock in the front seat of his car when he suddenly sat up, “Shit, someone’s coming!”

As Shellie sat up and looked out her rear window, she saw the amber lights of a vehicle slowly coasting through the parking lot. In an instant, she knew it was a cop as she saw his alley light moving from one area to another.

“Fuck, roll the windows down, quick!” Steve exclaimed.

In a panic, he quickly shoved his erect shaft back through the opening of his zipper and adjusted himself.

The last thing he needed was the police to know he’d been letting a 16 year old give him a blow job.

As Shellie rolled the window down, she did her best to fan the thick cloud of marijuana smoke that filled the ’97 Mustang GT.

Within seconds, a blindingly bright light pierced the darkness of their car. Shellie lifted her arm in front of her face to shield the intense glare.

“Just act cool. We were only talking! I’m your cousin, okay!” Steve said in a panic.

“Mmm hmm, sure…cousins, I got it” Shellie replied, her heart racing out of control.

Shellie flinched as she heard the first car door close. Her heart sank further as she heard the second door slam shut. She felt a knot in her stomach as she envisioned her parent’s reaction.

Steve tried to relax as the officer approached his window.

“Good evening…what are you two doin’ out here tonight? Park closed two hours ago!” the officer asked.

“It did?” Steve answered, doing his best to act like he didn’t know.

“Yes. It closes at ten.” the officer replied. “So, what are you two up to?” he asked again as he shined his flashlight into the backseat.

“Oh, nothing really. She’s my cousin Shellie. She’s having some problems and we needed a place to talk” Steve said, trying to sound convincing.

“What’s her last name? Shellie, Shellie what?” the policeman quickly came back with.

“Huh?” Steve asked. “I didn’t hear whatyou said.”

The veteran police officer knew he’d caught Steve in a lie. When caught in lies or caught off-guard, suspects always used a question to answer a question. This was their attempt to buy some time to formulate their next lie.

“You cousin, her name? What’s her last name?” he asked again.

“Ummm, Shellie….Shellie Morris.” Steve said.

“Okay, well, Ms. Morris, why don’t you step out and go talk to the nice officer back at the car!” the officer ordered.

Steve knew he was screwed. Within five minutes, they’d identified Shellie Morris as Shellie Sinclair, 16 years old. During that span, the officer had also conducted a plain-view search of Steve’s vehicle and found his marijuana cigarettes conspicuously hidden amongst his Marlboro Lights.

Although both officers suspected they had interrupted a sexual rendezvous, neither Shellie nor Steve would admit to anything.

With several prior arrests for burglary and drug possession, the officers were more than eager to impound Steve’s vehicle and arrest him for violating the terms of his probation and possession of the marijuana.

Since Shellie’s parents were out of town for the night and not expected back until tomorrow, the officers had no choice but to transport her to the station. Had they been able to reach her parents, the police officers would have been satisfied allowing mom and dad to handle her transgression. Unfortunately, mom and dad were spending the weekend at their cabin at Lake Tahoe.

By 1 A.M., Shellie sat outside the booking room of the local police department. Her mind continued to race as she tried to figure a way out of her predicament.

“Ummm, Sir, excuse me. If I can get a hold of my dad’s best friend, can he pick me up?” Shellie asked the booking officer.

“If he can establish he knows your parents and is willing to vouch for you, we’ll see what we can work out!’

“Can I try to call him?” Shellie asked pleadingly.

“Yeah, sure, go ahead!”

My phone rang at 1:25 A.M.

“Who the fuck’s calling me this late” I asked myself.

“Hello!”

“Um, Mr. Foster, um, this is, um this is Shellie…Shellie Sinclair”

“Oh, Shellie, what’s wrong, is everything okay?” I immediately became concerned. I’d known Shellie since she was a little girl. Her father and I had been best friends since I moved here 14 years ago. I knew something was wrong for her to call this late.

Shellie began to cry, “Noooo, I’m at the police station!”

“What happened?”

“I- I- I didn’t get arrested. They just brought me down here cuz…um, cuz, my parents are in Tahoe.”

“Well…we can talk about it on the way home. Let me talk to one of ‘em, I’ll come and get you!”

“Oh…Mr. Foster, thank you so much!” She exclaimed. “Here, here you go, I’ll put him on.”

Within 30 minutes, I was standing at the booking officer’s desk, providing identification and signing a form releasing Shellie into my care. As I did, the officer filled me in on the circumstances of her detention and told me the police had no intentions of pursuing any criminal charges against Shellie.

“Just do me a favor and make sure you talk to her parents. She needs to be more careful. She coulda been hurt tonight!” the officer said as he shuffled papers.

“Definitely! Thanks for looking after her!” I said, shaking the officers hand.

Shellie was seated on a bench down the hall. “C’mon Shel, let’s go” I said.

As Shellie walked towards me, I couldn’t believe how much she’d grown up. Dressed in a tight white cotton v-neck short-sleeved shirt and a pair of tight low-cut jeans, she no longer looked like the little girl I remember running through the house playing with my two kids.

Shellie was now a beautiful young woman. By my estimation, she stood about 5’ 5” and weighed slightly more than 100 lbs. Her jet black hair hung straight although was shorter than the last time I’d seen her over a month ago. As she approached me, I had to do a double-take when I noticed her nipples were visible through her white shirt.

My best friend’s daughter stood before me not wearing a bra under her shirt. Doing my best to not notice, I could not keep myself from stealing a few quick glances at her full breasts. Standing four inches taller than Shellie, I was able to look down at her, noticing her very full cleavage.

“C’mon, let’s get you home!” I said.

Shellie didn’t speak as she walked in front of me, her head hanging slightly out of embarrassment. As she walked ahead of me, I couldn’t help but notice her figure, how her tiny waist and curvaceous hips shaped her sexy frame and how the tight jeans accentuated her very nicely proportioned ass.

Quickly realizing I was gawking at my best friend’s daughter, I tried to think of something else.

“My car’s around the corner” I said, motioning to my left.

Neither of us spoke the first few minutes on the way home.