She nodded. She was silent as he drove her to the jail. He kept wondering what kind of ruse she was going to try. Was she going to run, to lie, to fight? Sometimes he liked it when they fought. Maybe she'd offer him a piece of ass. He felt his crotch tighten. Maybe he would accept.
He opened the office and pushed her inside. He closed the door. The radio operator had already stopped for the evening. The benefit of working for a small town where the county took care of most of the police problems.
"Okay, little darling," he said. "What's your number at home? I'll call for them to pick you up.
She didn't answer right away. When she did her voice was trembling.
"Please," she said. "Don't make me go back. I'd do anything not to go back there. Anything at all."
He was a little surprised. He just hadn't expected her to make an offer like that. She looked so innocent. Maybe she really did hate her stepmother that much.
He kept thinking that something wasn't right about this little girl, but his prick was already half-hard and he was having mental pictures of what her young body would look like.
"What do you mean by anything?" he asked.
She hesitated. Her eyes were frightened. She reminded him of a timid deer he had once put a gun on. He had known that he was going to pull the trigger, but he took a lot of pleasure in the simple act of it being frightened.
"What do you mean by anything?" he repeated.
"Anything," she said finally. "Anything you want me to do. Anything at all. Only you have to promise me that I won't have to go back to her."
"Hmmmm," he said. "Maybe we could work something out. Maybe I could see that you got put on a bus out of town in a couple of hours."
"Anything," she said again.
"Come here," he said.
He felt a brutal passion rising in him. She stopped a few inches away.
"Closer," he said.
She sighed. He could see her mind working. She was wondering if she really wanted to go through with it. He waited until she made up her mind. She moved closer.
He saw her flinch as he put one hand on her thigh just below the edge of her skirt.
"You feel good," he said softly. "Nice and soft. You've got a sweet looking body."
There was a tear in her eye. He also noticed that she was biting her lip, perhaps to keep from saying something that would make him angry.
He felt his cock tingling and aching to be released.
Damn, but he was going to enjoy this. She was a fine looking piece and she was frightened of him. That was the perfect combination.
Inexperience and fright. It made his blood boil.