Handcuffgirl

Authoress Notes: The following story is as much about the current state of college football as much as it is about sexy coeds in bondage. Supposed student-athletes don’t get paid anything, and aren’t allowed any special benefits, while the coaches and administrators make millions. Somehow a lot of poor student-athletes wind up with nice cars, and stuff like that, though. While this story is not part of my Riverside series, it is similar to it. I chose the State University Panthers as my powerhouse football team because I like the colors black and silver, and catsuits are sexier than Bulldog or Eagle costumes. ...

Author's Note: This is not fanfiction. Those references have been changed! All characters featured in this story are my own creations, even if this were fanfiction. I hope that everyone enjoys my story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email. Ensign Michelle Carter was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the VSS Serec, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to patrol the Romban/Alliance neutral zone. Now she was getting ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed into bed and dimmed the lights. ...

Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same. Well, at least she’s not violent, she thought as she got the keys to the unmarked transport car. She waited about half an hour, and got a call from Capt. Rogers saying that Dep. Bryant couldn’t make it in, and would she be willing to make the pick up on her own. Deputy Mills agreed, and hit the road for Jackson County Jail. She had to pick her up by midnight, or Jackson Co. would have to release her. That meant she had to share a hotel room with the perp on the way back. She arrived just after 11pm. Deputy Mills retrieved the belly chain and leg irons from the trunk, tossed them over her shoulder and walked in. She greeted the desk Sergeant and identified herself. “I’m here to pick up,” she double-checked the printout, “Leslie Adams.” ...