“Just great!” The perfect day…My ass…I could feel the cold metal on my wrists. “How the hell  did this happen!”

            Well the story is pathetic…My day started amazing. I woke up next to an amazing woman with a big boobs and delicious long legs. Damn and it was like heaven…Till…A bunch of policemen entered in the room with loaded guns…

“What the f…” I couldn’t finish.

“Down on your knees! Hands on your head!” – they started to shout and I saw a lot of barrels in my face.

“What the hell is happening here!” I tried to ask something but no one listened to me. God damn…As I remember haven’t done anything wrong in all my entire life. Oh well maybe sleep with some other random woman but that was all. I was a man with money. Not rich but had enough for a nice house on two floors and a swimming pool, got my favorite Chevy truck and nice clothes. But that was all and now I really couldn’t understand what was happening here.

“You are under arrest for attempt for rape of an under aged person.”

“Come again?!?!” Unbelievable. “But she told me that she was 21!” God damn, I’ never going to do this again if I can just get out easily.   

“Sorry dude.” The cold shackles clicked on my hands. And they are going to send me to jail? Hell no!

“Can I at least take my shirt?”

“Sorry. Lead him.”

“What the fuck dude! Are you crazy! I’m not going half naked in jail!” And  yeah I’m a good looking guy.

***

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, fumbling my pen between long fingers with eyes trained on the clean polished surface of the desk in front of me. Yeah, a cop. You got it right. Just as the sign on the door says “Chief Inspector Padalecki”. In what department? You’re never guessing this one. Sexual  crimes.

I’m not some pervert or anything, things just kinda took their course and I ended up here. Nice paycheck, enough authority, people respect me. It’s enough for me. I ran my fingers through my dark hair and moved my gaze to the window. Another day at work. I wonder what will come up this time?

Just as I finished my thought, there was a knock on the door.

- Come in.

A colleague of mine entered the office looking anything but excited.

- They’re bringing a new one in. He claims he didn’t know the girl was under aged.

Another sigh on my behalf. I stood up and went out. Time to serve and protect...

-         Get your little nasty hands off of me! – I shouted and tried to step back from the small fat cop which was pulling me all the way to the police station. And damn this piece of shit even tried to touch some parts of my body. – I really didn’t know that this girl doesn’t have 18. God damn she told me she was 21! Let me go! I have the right to call  my lawyer.

Jeez..I was so angry. It was ridiculous me - and an under aged girl…I was good looking enough to have pretty hot women. But once I get out of here this kind of life will be over. I will be the perfect citizen with a serious relationship. Can I ? Naah…But at least I can try.

-         Get your hands off my chest right now or I swear I`m going to break your nose! – I shouted to the little guy who was grabbing at me.

I skimmed down the stairs to the cell compartment and was greeted by the bright lights and faintly wet smell that lingered there. One of the policemen had the obviously resisting man locked in the cell already. He handed me the file. I opened it and had my first good look at him. Sandy hair, bright green eyes, manly features. Ruggedly handsome, with one word.

- Roberts, you can go... – my colleague nodded and went back to the main building. – So, mr... – I looked at the first page. – Ackles, can you explain to me why you are here?

- I wish to know that… - I grumbled looking at my wrists which were still in handcuffs. – Is this necessary? – I asked, those were pretty uncomfortable. – It was a stupid mistake. I was at some bar, and this chick started to flirt with me. – When I remembered a naughty smile came to my face. – But, dude, I swear I didn’t know that she is under aged! Damn I’m not so desperate to start looking for sex from school girls…

- You know that 90 percent of those who come here say the same thing? The other 10 percent claim they haven’t done anything wrong at all... – I finished and then set my eyes on him again. – But some of the under aged hookers are damn good at deceit. It’s probably not going to reach trial, most likely you’ll have to pay a fine and it will be listed in your file. You have no police record as I can see.

- Listed on my file? – I started to freak out. Such a thing  would be written next to my name. – Dude this is going to ruin my whole life! I’m a damn good web designer! What will people think about me! And what kind of pages I make… No fuckin way! Is there any chance to skip the criminal record?

- The law is the law, mr. Ackles. And I represent it here. Exploiting prostitution is illegal in this state. You should have thought about that before you paid the girl. - I approached the cell and gestured for him to come to the bars. I removed the handcuffs. Stuck them in my pocket, then turned to leave. There was nothing I could do about this guy.

- I actually didn’t pay her! Hey dude do I look like a guy who has to pay for sex? – my eyebrows rose up high. – This is ridiculous! I can’t stay here and neither can I have such crap on my file! Damn it! And hey…Can I ask for a t-shirt? – I looked at the big guy in the corner who was staring at my naked chest. – It’s really kind of uncomfortable with this man around. – I whispered.

- Daniels, quit gawking at the man! – my voice cut through the silence like a knife and the policeman in the corner immediately averted his eyes.

- Yes, sir!

I sighed for the upteenth time this day and went to the lockers where we kept the uniforms. I got a plain blue shirt form there and returned to the cell.

- Here. – I extended my arm with the clothing towards Jensen Ackles, as I had learned his name was. My jacket shifted on my shoulders with the motion, showing the shoulder holster with the gun I was wearing underneath.

I saw the gun, well this wasn’t necessary I’m not a criminal, but damn I didn’t want ever to enter in a fight with that guy. Yeah, I could beat him I guess but…only lets say it like this: IT WAS GOING TO HURT LIKE HELL.

- Thanks inspector… - Uhm, he actually didn’t mention his name. I gave him my best smile ever and took the shirt from his hand. But damn ir was so freaking hot in here. I could feel the sweat on my face and my chest. The water drops were falling slowly, no wonder that the fat chick in the corner couldn’t stop watching me. – Why is it so hot here? Trying to kill the poor prisoners?

That smile dazzled me. I stared, I couldn’t help it. I cleared my throat and pulled back my arm running a hand through my hair. These were a bunch of delicious-looking chest muscles. I blinked a few times and stepped back suddenly very hot.

-         The air-conditioner’s broken. We are having it fixed in a few days... – I was surprised my voice was still stable.

-         Don’t tell me that you are planning to leave me here few days! C’mon man it was a fucking mistake! I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT HER AGE OR THAT SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE! – Damn I didn’t realize when the panic washed over me and I freaked out. Me in jail… Till today I never had to feel shackles on my wrists.

-         Not for long.. Just until the situation is clear enough for the prosecutor to decide if there are going to be charges filed against you.

-         Damn! – I was totally pissed off. I forgot all about the shirt and threw it on the thing which was supposed to be a bed.

This situation was so bad…for me… I put my hands on the wall turning away from him. I could feel how every single muscle on my back was moving under the pressure. My face was rippling madly as I was trying to control my anger which was going out of control.

-         Daniels, leave. – I turned to the third on in the room He looked puzzled.

-         But, sir...

-         I said, leave... – when he was out the door, I leaned on the wall across from the cell with my arms folded in front of my chest. I wanted to help him somehow, I didn’t know how to explain it. – What do you want from me?

For a moment my head lifted from between my shoulders. I looked at him confused. Was he  trying to help me or maybe he was one of those sick cops who liked to make fun of the prisoners?

-         Uhm…What are my chances to get out of this shit clean and how can I do it? – I had a bad habit to lick my lips when I was nervous so now I  did just this. – Truth is that I`m kind of scared from all this shit…It's never happened to me before…

My eyes followed the wet path of his tongue and I swallowed convulsively. I’ve never had  a high opinion of myself but I had never betrayed my job. I blinked and moved my gaze to the wall without saying anything. Could I really do it?

-         Hello…Earth to you! What are my chances to get out of this clean? – I stepped to the cell and grabbed the cold metal in front of my face. – I `m not the best person ever but I don’t actually deserve this! So tell me what I can do because I`m freaking out here! – I could feel my mouth getting dry like I had eaten dust jus a second ago. No matter how often I licked my lips with my tongue it was still the same..

-         You can’t do anything. I could let you go and maybe say  it’s due to a misunderstanding...- I started not very confident in my words and carefully avoided looking at him directly. Christ, what was I doing?

-         Serious?!?! – I stuck to the cell bars watching him. That was a pretty big surprise. Did he say that he could let me go or  was  I totally out of my mind. – And you can let me go just like this?

-         Yeah, maybe... If I am positive I’ll never see you again with the hookers. I’ll do my best to lock you up for a few months if I do.

-         Thank you du… - At this moment door opened and with angry steps in the room entered a woman around fifty five. She was good looking on high heels and was wearing very elegant clothes.

-         Senator Winchester you can’t go in there… - someone shouted after her.

-         Mom – I smiled broadly.

-         You piece of shit. How could you do this? I can get you out but you will come back home and will accept the social life I want for you.

-         No way. I`m thirty and I got my own life!

-         Choose jail or home?

-         Jail then. – I still watched her with a big smile. I hated her attitude - she was a powerful woman. For me the best day in my life was when I got out of home. – See ya on trial.

She came close to the cell and I felt a strong slap on my face. Didn’t say anything and she just exited the room. 

Chapter 2 comming soon...