The Mayor's Daughter II: Stablemate

Chapter One-2

"Do you have any family here?" the officer asked as she held the position.

"No, I'm from out of town. I just go to school here."

"Any big plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning to drive back home. My cousin's getting married," she offered with a smile.

"That sounds nice. Is she as pretty as you?"

The question startled Allison, seeming so out of place compared to the rest of their conversation. The toe of her lifted foot touched down on the ground for a moment before she lifted it again. She looked up at him, opening her mouth to speak.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he cut in before she could speak. "It just slipped out. You just remind me of someone. I'm trying to put my finger on who it is."

"I, I don't know," Allison answered slowly.

"Scarlett what's-her-name," the officer added quickly, "though I think she's taller than you. You have her face and her eyes, though."

Allison furrowed her brow at the suggestion. She had been told that before, though most people had a hard time looking past her athletic body to see the similarities. Years of playing sports had given Allison toned legs and arms that made most people think of athletes first, and to overlook her more feminine properties. She looked down at her uplifted foot as she continued the stance. She could feel a slight flush on her cheeks.

"Of course, you never know with those movie actors and actresses," the officer chuckled. "She might actually be shorter than you. I hear Tom Cruise isn’t even five feet tall. Okay, you can put your foot down now."

Allison returned her foot to the ground, then took a deep breath. She looked up at the officer hopefully again as he stepped in close to her. He towered over her, making her feel as though she were shrinking as she stood there in the cool air.

"You did fine on the field sobriety tests," he told her, and she smiled. "Just one more thing to check. Reaching to his belt, he unclipped a black box and then plugged a clear straw into the end of it. "You seem safe to drive, I think, so I just need to have you blow into this breathalyzer and you'll be on your way."

Allison eyed the box nervously as he held it up to her mouth, then nodded as she closed her lips around the tube.

"Blow, blow, blow," he ordered and she complied, blowing into it. When she thought she would run out of air, the box finally beeped and he pulled it from between her lips.

"Do you know what the legal limit is?” he asked her, turning the display on the box so that she could see it. She watched the numbers slowly rise until they stopped at .043.

"It's .08, right?" she asked, looking up at him again.

"Yes, it's .08, for adults," he answered, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. "But you're not twenty-one yet, are you? That means if there's any alcohol in your system, you're over the limit."

Allison felt her heart drop in her chest at his words, and then allowed him to turn her to face the car with the hold on her shoulder.

"Do you remember when I asked you if you'd had anything to drink?" the officer asked, and Allison felt her stomach knotting up nervously.

"Y-yes," she answered softly, looking down at the lid of her trunk.

"And you told me you hadn't," he continued.

"Y-yes, but I, I-"

"You lied to me.” He cut her off brusquely.

"Please, I'm so sorry," she whimpered softly, turning back to face the car again as she felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "W-we won the championship tonight. We were just going out to celebrate. It's, it's so close to home. I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

"I tried to do you a favor," he answered with a sigh. "If you'd told me the truth, I might have been able to help you, but now that I've done the breathalyzer, my hands are tied."

"I'm sorry, I was just so scared."

"Place your hands on the trunk and spread your legs," he demanded. Allison was quick to comply, moving her feet out to shoulder width and then placing her trembling hands on the cold metal of the car's trunk lid. "Good. Now, stay right there. I'll be right back."

Allison stood stock still as he walked away from her back to the patrol car. She resisted the urge to watch him as he left her, keeping her eyes focused straight ahead. It felt like she was standing there in the cold, clutching the trunk of her car, for an eternity. Why had he left her here like this? Was he just doing it to teach her a lesson? Her heart leapt in her chest at the thought. Maybe he wasn’t really going to arrest her. Maybe he was going to just scare her a little and then let her go.

She heard the patrol car's door open and then the sound of the officer's footsteps on the side of the road as he approached her. As he approached, she could not resist the urge to turn her head to look at him. What she saw made her heart stop in her chest, and then a half-strangled sob escaped her. In his hands, he held a bundle of chains. She could see multiple gleaming silver cuffs scattered amongst them.

"You know it's illegal for you to drink," the officer spoke in matter-of-fact fashion as he came to stand behind her. She felt his arms go around her waist, and then the press of chain against her stomach and around her back.

"Y-yes, uh-" she gasped as he gave the chain a tug, driving it into her waist. Looking down, she saw that the chain pressed tightly into her stomach through the material of the jersey. Hanging from the chain at the level of her bellybutton, she saw a pair of open handcuffs with a hinged bar between them. Another chain dangled down from the front of this chain belt, ending in a pair of wider cuffs that lay on the ground below.

"But you thought it was okay for you, since you're a soccer star and all," the officer chuckled as he spoke, squatting down behind her.

"No, n-no," Allison whispered softly in reply. She could hear the quiver in her voice as she watched him pick the first of the cuffs up off the ground and then close it on her right ankle. She heard it ratchet closed and then felt the press of the metal through her white athletic sock. "It's not like that at all. I didn't drink that much. I wasn't going to hurt anyone."

"That's what they all say, you know," he spoke as he took hold of her left ankle and moved that foot closer to the other before closing the second cuff in place.

Allison broke down into open sobbing as she watched the second cuff take hold of her ankle. She felt the hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried. The officer rose slowly, and she felt the palms of his hands move over the outsides of her bare thighs. His body was close against hers from behind, his hands reaching up along her arms now and gliding along them until he took hold of her wrists. He seemed so massive as he hovered so closely over her now.

"But the law applies to everyone," he whispered harshly in her ear as he drew her right hand down to her waist. "No one is above the law," he continued as he closed the first waiting cuff in place on her wrist. An icy shiver ran down her spine from the combination of the cold cuff imprisoning her wrist and his hot breath in her ear. "Well, almost no one," he added, sounding almost like an afterthought as he drew her left hand down and then cuffed it in place next to the right.

"Do you have a roommate? Anyone you could call to come drive your car home?"

"I have a roommate, but she's still out at the bar," Allison answered, sniffing back her tears as she gave the cuffs on her wrists a slight tug. The cold metal of the cuffs combined with the chain on her waist kept her hands pinned against her belly. "I don't think she," Allison's voice choked off for a moment before she continued, "she would be any better."

"How about bail?" he asked. "Anyone nearby who will pay the money to bail you out?"

"I don't think so," Allison replied despondently, her tears continuing to flow down her cheeks.

He took hold of her arm, turning her roughly to face back toward his patrol car. She turned her head away from the bright, flashing lights. Her hands rattled the chains at her waist as she instinctively tried to bring them up to shield her eyes. With a firm grip on her upper arm, he began to lead her back toward the waiting car. Her shoulders shook as she cried softly while they walked, forced to take small, mincing steps by the chains on her ankles. Her world was crashing down around her. Would she be able to keep her spot on the team? If no one could bail her out, how long would she have to stay in jail? What was she going to tell her family?

"You're different," he spoke as they walked. She turned to look up at him questioningly. What did that even mean? "Most girls like you ask me a question right about now. You're quiet."

"Wh-what do they ask you?” Allison asked, trying to sniff back her tears.

They reached the back door of the patrol car. He reached out to open it and then placed a hand on the back of her neck.

"Oh, there are lots of different questions," he smiled as he began to press her down toward the waiting back seat of the car. Allison practically fell onto the hard plastic seat. He squatted down next to her, placing one hand onto the bare flesh of her left thigh. "Most recently, the biggest question on the girl's mind was whether all the chains were really necessary. And she was wearing less than you."

Allison felt her breathing quicken. Something felt wrong, very wrong, about what was happening. The tone of his voice had changed, and there was something about the way that his hand gripped her thigh. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked up at him. Her hands clenched and unclenched on her lap with her nervous energy. He looked into her eyes, as if waiting for her to say something, but she could find no words.

"And do you want to know what I would say if you asked me that question?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow. She nodded slowly in response, swallowing hard, feeling almost hypnotized by his gaze.

"I'd tell you that you look like a very athletic girl," he answered his own question, and Allison felt his hand move across the top of her leg and then slip down onto her inner thigh, "and I think I need all these chains to make sure you don't get away."

Allison quickly brought her thighs together with a rattle of chain, pinning his hand between them. A tight, fluttering sensation ran through her belly as she looked at him, wide-eyed. Chuckling, he left his hand pressed between her legs and then reached up with his free hand to lightly graze the back of it across her cheek. When he drew his hand away, she could see that it glistened with the wetness of her tears.

Smiling a wolfish grin, the officer moved his wet hand to the back of her head. Allison felt him tug on the elastic band that kept her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. A moment later, her hair came free, falling around her shoulders in a wavy tumble. She felt his grip tighten on her quivering thigh as he continued to look into her eyes.