obviously."
"We're closed. How'd you get in?"
"The gate was open."
"Fucking assholes must've forgotten to lock it. Well, come back tomorrow and we'll see about your car." He turned and walked inside without giving her another look.
"Wait!" She followed him inside and froze. The room was full of cops. Three in uniforms and two in plain clothes. They were sitting around a metal table playing some kind of card game and drinking from a wide selection of beer cans and bottles of alcohol. "Um, sorry."
The one she'd seen outside was glaring at her. "Listen, missy, I told you to come back tomorrow."
"B-but I can't," she stammered. "I got dropped off here and have no way to get home." Tina couldn't remember the last time she'd been nervous in front of any man, but something about them intimidated her. "Can I borrow a phone to call a cab or something?"
One of the uniformed officers sneered at her as he fiddled with the handcuffs on his belt. "Don't all you kids have cell phones?"
"I lost mine the other day. Haven't had a chance to replace it."
"Typical. Let her use your phone, Trevor, so we can get back to the game."
The man next to him nodded. "Yeah, come on. I'm with Rick. I'm not going home to my bitch wife without a pile of your money in my pocket and a gallon of whiskey in my belly."
Tina giggled.
His eyes turned to her. "Think that's funny, huh? Some man'll be talking about you like that in a couple years."
"The hell he will. When I get married my husband will run home to me every night."
He snorted and looked back down at the table, dismissing her.
Now she was really pissed. Men did not ignore her or disrespect her, police officers or not. She was about to give them all a piece of her mind when the first guy, Trevor they called him, grabbed her arm and led her to the back of the room. There was a desk with an old computer a pile of papers and a phone. "Hurry up. And you got to wait outside. When you're done with your call I'll walk you out."
"Fine." She didn't have money for a taxi so she dialed the first number she remembered. Of course her friends were busy getting ready for their night out. She left a quick message and hung up, still pissed.
Trevor was still right behind her. "No one home?"
"No, but they'll come get me eventually."
"Okay, off you go then."
"Wait." The last thing she wanted to do was stand by the side of the road for who knew how long. "Can I stay in here? I won't both you all." She put so much sugar in her voice it made her teeth ache.
Trevor laughed. "I get it. Now that you need something you're sweet as pie."
"Please?"
From the table came a gruff voice. "Let her stay so we can play this damn game."
"Whatever." Trevor waved her off. "Have a drink if you want but stay out of the way."
"Okay." She grabbed a beer and scampered back to the desk. There weren't any extra chairs so she perched on top of it with her legs crossed and as downed the cold liquid.
***
"Oh for fuck's sake." The cop with the cuffs pushed back from the table and kicked over some of the empties at his feet.
The sound startled Tina, who'd become mesmerized by the rhythm of the game.
He stood and started pacing the room. "I hate poker."
Trevor laughed. "No, you hate that you suck at poker. There's a difference, Rick."
"Shut up." He took a swig of beer and walked over to Tina. "What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing. I just never thought police officers would be so much fun."
"Oh yeah, we're a real good time." He slurred his words a little as he stepped closer to her. "What you got on there, girl? Stockings or whatever?"
"Yeah."
"Kind of old fashioned, ain't they?"
"No. I like them."
"Me too. Why don't you let me see some more of 'em."
"What?"
"Come on. I'm bored. Entertain me a little."
The idea of showing off her body in front of so many men was a turn on, but she hesitated. "I don't know..."
"Do it. Ain't no place safer than a room full of law enforcement officers, right?"
"I guess." She pulled her
"We're closed. How'd you get in?"
"The gate was open."
"Fucking assholes must've forgotten to lock it. Well, come back tomorrow and we'll see about your car." He turned and walked inside without giving her another look.
"Wait!" She followed him inside and froze. The room was full of cops. Three in uniforms and two in plain clothes. They were sitting around a metal table playing some kind of card game and drinking from a wide selection of beer cans and bottles of alcohol. "Um, sorry."
The one she'd seen outside was glaring at her. "Listen, missy, I told you to come back tomorrow."
"B-but I can't," she stammered. "I got dropped off here and have no way to get home." Tina couldn't remember the last time she'd been nervous in front of any man, but something about them intimidated her. "Can I borrow a phone to call a cab or something?"
One of the uniformed officers sneered at her as he fiddled with the handcuffs on his belt. "Don't all you kids have cell phones?"
"I lost mine the other day. Haven't had a chance to replace it."
"Typical. Let her use your phone, Trevor, so we can get back to the game."
The man next to him nodded. "Yeah, come on. I'm with Rick. I'm not going home to my bitch wife without a pile of your money in my pocket and a gallon of whiskey in my belly."
Tina giggled.
His eyes turned to her. "Think that's funny, huh? Some man'll be talking about you like that in a couple years."
"The hell he will. When I get married my husband will run home to me every night."
He snorted and looked back down at the table, dismissing her.
Now she was really pissed. Men did not ignore her or disrespect her, police officers or not. She was about to give them all a piece of her mind when the first guy, Trevor they called him, grabbed her arm and led her to the back of the room. There was a desk with an old computer a pile of papers and a phone. "Hurry up. And you got to wait outside. When you're done with your call I'll walk you out."
"Fine." She didn't have money for a taxi so she dialed the first number she remembered. Of course her friends were busy getting ready for their night out. She left a quick message and hung up, still pissed.
Trevor was still right behind her. "No one home?"
"No, but they'll come get me eventually."
"Okay, off you go then."
"Wait." The last thing she wanted to do was stand by the side of the road for who knew how long. "Can I stay in here? I won't both you all." She put so much sugar in her voice it made her teeth ache.
Trevor laughed. "I get it. Now that you need something you're sweet as pie."
"Please?"
From the table came a gruff voice. "Let her stay so we can play this damn game."
"Whatever." Trevor waved her off. "Have a drink if you want but stay out of the way."
"Okay." She grabbed a beer and scampered back to the desk. There weren't any extra chairs so she perched on top of it with her legs crossed and as downed the cold liquid.
***
"Oh for fuck's sake." The cop with the cuffs pushed back from the table and kicked over some of the empties at his feet.
The sound startled Tina, who'd become mesmerized by the rhythm of the game.
He stood and started pacing the room. "I hate poker."
Trevor laughed. "No, you hate that you suck at poker. There's a difference, Rick."
"Shut up." He took a swig of beer and walked over to Tina. "What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing. I just never thought police officers would be so much fun."
"Oh yeah, we're a real good time." He slurred his words a little as he stepped closer to her. "What you got on there, girl? Stockings or whatever?"
"Yeah."
"Kind of old fashioned, ain't they?"
"No. I like them."
"Me too. Why don't you let me see some more of 'em."
"What?"
"Come on. I'm bored. Entertain me a little."
The idea of showing off her body in front of so many men was a turn on, but she hesitated. "I don't know..."
"Do it. Ain't no place safer than a room full of law enforcement officers, right?"
"I guess." She pulled her
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