Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 3 The Law

 

     “Second offense, huh?” asked the plain-clothes officer.  In the store, he’d identified himself as Lt. Michael Cabreeze of Cambridge PD.  Stacy had wanted to die of shame as the Lieutenant walked her out to his unmarked car. 

     “Why is the lady handcuffed,” a small boy asked his mother as they passed?

     “She must have broken the law, Erik.  They’ll do that to you if you’re a bad boy and don’t mind daddy and me.”

     “It’s the second time I have been arrested but I wasn’t guilty the first time or this time,” said Stacy defiantly.  Stacy had expected to ride in the back seat but the Lieutenant had opened the front passenger door making sure she didn’t hit her head as she slid onto the seat.

     “The judge and the DA will sort everything out.  I’m just providing transportation.  I’m assigned to vice and normally don’t get involved with larceny but the uniforms were all busy with some out of town VIP so I offered to pick you up and bring you in,” said the Lieutenant.  “Hanging around the station house is not my thing.”

     “Is there absolutely no way I can avoid being arrested?  I’m innocent.  This will ruin my life.  My parents will disown me,” said Stacy finally losing control and starting to cry.

     “They’ll forgive you.  Parents are like that,” said the Lieutenant philosophically.

     “Not mine, you don’t know them.  They expect so much of me,” said Stacy.

     “Where are your parents?”

     “They live in Weston,” said Stacy.

     “Weston, wealthiest town in the state, you must be rich,” said the Lieutenant.

     “They’re doctors.  My mother is an allergist.  She has her own clinic.  My father is a thoracic surgeon.  He does mostly bypasses.” 

     “You live at home,” asked the Lieutenant?

     “No, in the dorm.”

     “Oh, what college?”

     “Harvard.”

     “Harvard, I’m impressed.  Rich girl going to an Ivy League college shouldn’t steal.  It doesn’t look right.  I got my degree in Criminal Justice from Northeastern, definitely not the Ivy League,” said the Lieutenant.

      “Northeastern is a good school.  My parents graduated from Harvard Medical.  They wanted me to go there.  I’m a legacy,” said Stacy.  “But I’ll have to find a state school that will accept me after this.  Harvard will expel me for a second offense.”

      “Your parents will disown you.  Harvard will kick you out.  Judge will throw the book at you for violating probation. Anything else bad going to happen?”

      “I won’t be a member of the US Olympic Women’s Skeet Team.  Any character issues and they drop you.  I’ve got a good chance of making the team,” said Stacy.

      “You shoot those, what do you call it, clay pigeons?”

      “Yes, my father was on the men’s team the year they won the gold metal.  He taught me.”

      “Young lady, you do have a lot to lose,” said the Lieutenant allowing a slight note of sympathy to color his tone.

      “Yes,” was all Stacy could manage.  “That’s why I would never shoplift.  I have too much to lose plus I am an honest person.  I’ve never stolen anything in my life.  I swear it.”

      “I hate to see a young girl suffer so much for such a small offense.  It hardly seems fair,” said the Lieutenant.

      “If there is any way you could help me?  I would be forever grateful,” said Stacy sensing the Lieutenant was sympathetic.

      “How grateful,” asked the Lieutenant offering Stacy a desperately desired glimmer of hope?

      “I have some money.  Not a lot, I don’t get my trust fund until I’m twenty-three.  Oh, and I have my grandmother’s jewelry.  It’s in a safe deposit box but I have the key.  We could sell it,” said Stacy her desperation causing her to offer something she had promised her now deceased grandmother she would keep and treasure all her life.

      “Now, you’ve hurt my feelings,” said the Lieutenant sounding miffed.  “There are other things in the world beside money.”

     “How?  I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.  What can I do to show you how much I appreciate your helping me?”

      “First, you would have to promise me as long as you live you would never again steal anything, no more shoplifting,” said the Lieutenant.

      “I promise.  I will never shoplift.  I’ll buy everything through the Internet.  I’ll never go in another mall as long as I live,” said Stacy.  “What else?”

     “Second, you have to party with me.  You’ve a very pretty girl, Stacy,” said the Lieutenant. 

     “Party?” asked Stacy getting an uneasy feeling she knew what he meant.

     “Yeah, party; don’t make me spell it out.  But of course if you’re a member of one of those campus abstinence groups and still a virgin, we can forget it.  There’s no pressure here.  This will be your decision.”

      “I don’t know what to say,” said Stacy.  Stacy’s sexual experience was limited.  Her parents had kept her so busy with school and after school activities she’d had little time for a social life.  She’d lost her virginity the night of her senior prom.  Her only other experience was on Justin’s father’s boat.  She and Justin had sex twice but Justin was no more experienced than Stacy.

      “Well forget it then.  I suppose I’m too old and ugly for you.”

      “No, you’re not too old,” said Stacy guessing the Lieutenant’s age as early thirties. 

      “Too ugly, you’d rather go to prison than party with Quasimodo,” said the Lieutenant.

      “No, you’re very handsome,” said Stacy anxious to be civil but realizing it was true.  The Lieutenant was actually good looking in Stacy’s opinion.  From his name, she knew his heritage was Italian.  He had the curly black hair, dark eyes, aquiline nose, and olive complexion that appealed to women.  Stacy recalled the phrase, Italian Stallion.  It suited Mike Cabreeze.

      “You don’t like Italians.  They’re beneath you.   No way a beautiful, wealthy WASP, is going to soil her hands with a Wop from Revere,”

      “No, of course not.  I’m not prejudiced against anyone.  It’s not that.  I’m not very experienced when it comes to sex.  But I’m not a virgin,” said Stacy.

      “Look, here’s the deal.  Take it or leave it.  I have a place we can go.  It’s nothing fancy but it’s nice and clean.  We’ll have a drink, relax, get comfortable and lets things develop. You might even enjoy it.  If doing thirty to ninety days at Bridgewater is preferable to a single evening with me, it’s your choice.  So what’s it going to be?  But decide quickly.  I need to make a call to have the department store lose your arrest records.”

     “Just this once?” asked Stacy?

     “Think about it.  I can’t take you to the station tomorrow and say I had a flat tire.  It’s tonight only then we go our separate ways.”

     “All right, but you’ll have to show me what to do,” said Stacy.

     “Don’t worry.  You are in the good hands of Mike Cabreeze,” said the Lieutenant taking his cell phone out.

     Stacy had to fight to contain her relief as she listened to the Lieutenant cajole the department store security guard into deleting her arrest record from the computer.  Thank God I’m not going to jail thought Stacy.  My life would be ruined.  Everything I worked for would disappear.  Now I need to do my best to live up to my side of our bargain.  That shouldn’t be a problem.  He’s very good looking and he seems like a nice guy. 

     “All done, I’m trusting you to do keep our agreement,” said Mike reaching his hand out to unlock her cuffs.

     “Thank you so much, I’ll do my best to please you.  Just don’t expect too much of me,” said Stacy rubbing her wrists.