Miranda's Rights

"Fuck", she said while she nervously looked around for her car. The best welcoming gift San Francisco could give was apparently her car being towed, or even stolen. For some reason she felt as if this was the consequence of her moving out and wanting to live a typical college-student life. "This is what I get for leaving the nest. And well, for maybe blocking a driveway an inch or two". 

Nadia, who went by her middle name Miranda, was just starting a new part-time job in the city to help pay her tuition. Having no friends or immediate family to call for help in her new town, she decided to walk to the police station a block away. The streets were very quiet, then again it was 11:30 pm on a Sunday. She hastily walked to the police station, waiting a second before she went in to catch her breath. 

She picked up the phone connecting her to the officer behind the glass who looked bored out of his mind. "Hi, I'm sorry, but is it possible to see if my car has been towed? I'm new here and don't have any idea what to do." The officer invited her behind the glass window and told her what she needed to do. "Your car was towed. You'll need to go Downtown to get it back.", he said. Miranda groaned, "I don't have a ride and I'm going to be late for my nightshift." He told her to forget even going to work and to call her boss. "As for the ride, I'll have one of the off-duty cops drive you".

She took a seat next to the cop and waited for the other officer. Miranda decided that it was as great a time as any to get her mom up to speed. Her mother had a knack for making the littlest things into the biggest. "I'll wire you the money, just please be careful. You never know what might happen in that dark impound lot. Keep your pepper spray in hand and rape whistle near." Not even having two states between them could stifle her mother's hyper vigilance when it came to her virginity.

She started to doze off until she heard the door open. A man, medium-build, late 20's to early 30's walked in. His face was ridged yet his eyes were soft. He looked around the room until he spotted Miranda. "Someone need a lift?". He smiled. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked at his name tag which read "Y. Shaw". "I'm Miranda. I need to be taken to my car Downtown. You are?". "Yale. Nice to meet you." He opened the door for her and lead her to his police car.

It was pretty fun to Miranda. Not even three months in to being 18 and she was already being lead into a police car. Okay, the front seat, but a police car nonetheless. She felt like a rebel. Her badass-ness was interrupted by Yale. "You new here?" "Yeah, I just moved here a couple of weeks ago. I'm going to the JC here." They started talking and right away hit it off. Prior to being a cop, Yale talked about his days as physical therapist. Miranda was fascinated by his explanation behind wanting to be a physical therapist. Having wanted to go into the same field, she felt like the were on the same page. He told her that the reason he quit was because he didn't want to be inside all day. He explained, "Just the options that come with being a cop are great. I can pull anyone over and decide to give them a ticket or not. I can basically do whatever the hell I want." She didn't know if it was the lack of sleep or food, but the way Yale talked about all the power he had had gotten her hot. Also, the fact that he was toting a gun made her even hotter. 

They carried out a long conversation about anything and everything. It seemed like forever had gone by but in fact it had only been 15 minutes. She was still daydreaming when she overheard him say the word "wife". Immediately her mind went blank."I'm sorry, what did you say?". "I said I know the towing process well. My wife was towed a few months back and...". Of course a great guy like him would be married. Why the hell would he take a second look at her, this 18 year old girl. She shut down for the rest of the way to the lot. 

  When they got there, Yale helped Miranda with all the necessary paperwork she needed to do until she was all set. He walked her out to her car parked at the very end in the corner of the lot."My mom would be happy knowing a police officer walked me to my car in the corner of a dark parking lot."He chuckled, revealing that they shared dimples. He reached out for her hand as to say goodbye. She reached as well, but as soon as her hand grazed his big, strong yet soft hand, all she could say was, "Fuck it.". She wildly jumped on him and forced her tongue into his mouth. He stumbled back in surprise and muffled, "What the fuck are you doing?!". She couldn't contain herself for some reason. He tried to pull her off him by grabbing her waist. "Are you fucking insane?! I'm married!" All Miranda could do was suck his tongue harder and yell, "Arrest me then!". Her legs wrapped around him and she could feel the cold metal of his gun on the inside of her thigh. She gave out a moan in Yale's ear from the cold shock. It was at that moment that Yale gave in.

Yale tilted his head back and gave out a sign and a moan as Miranda stuck her tongue in his ear. His hands went from pushing her waist off of him to grabbing her by her ass as ramming her into the fence behind her. He started licking her neck and nibbling her until he found his was to her mouth. Their tongues intertwined as Miranda ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair. Yale whispered in Miranda's ear, "I want to fuck you right here, right now." She pleaded for him to take her right there.

They froze as the lot attendant yelled, "Everything okay back there?". Yale cursed. The most action he's got in months and the stupid attendant had to interrupt. He had an idea. "I am going to arrest you", he said. Miranda was puzzled. "Trust me." She played along as he proceeded to handcuff her from behind. Miranda could feel his hard cock press against her back as they walked. The attendant looked bewildered as they passed him. "She swung at me", Yale explained as he cleverly hid his boner with Miranda's body in front of him. 

As they were walking back to the car, Yale proceeded to whisper in Miranda's ear, "You have the right to remain silent as I pound my cock into your tight pussy. Anything you say can and will be used against you while I fuck you hard in the back of my car. You have a right to take my load either in your mouth, pussy or ass. If my cock is too much for your pussy to handle, your ass will be appointed to take its place. You can decided at any time to exercise these rights and not make a sound while I slowly enter your cunt with my throbbing dick. Do you understand each of these rights I have explained to you? Having these rights in mind, do you wish to fuck now?" They finally reached the cop car. Miranda turned around. "I understand completely." Yale opened the back door and lead her in. "It's time for your indictment...".