Bree Lars was driving down the interstate, speeding, when suddenly she saw the infamous bright blue and red lights coming up from behind her. It was strange, she thought, since she was the only car on the road in the middle of the night on a Tuesday. Still, the lights kept coming. Bree knew she had to slow down and couldn't get out of this one. Bree had gotten out of one too many speeding tickets in her past, and even had a few on her record. And, at this late of the night, the cop had to suspect other things were going on.
It wasn't that Bree tried to do anything illegal. And really, besides her speeding ticket records, Bree was a rule-follower. She never tried drugs, drank socially but never drove drunk, and she never deliberately disobeyed the law. Bree simply just liked speeding. She loved to see how fast her little mazda could take her. And the night time was the best time to test the limits since most people weren't on the road to cause traffic. About ten minutes earlier, Bree was driving with her windows down, her long black hair in a high ponytail flowing behind her with the wind, her rock music blaring, and not a care in the world. Until she saw those familiar flashing lights.
The little mazda pulled over to the side of the road, and the police car pulled behind it. The music in the mazda stopped, and the inside car lights appeared.
"Miss, you were driving recklessly, I clocked you going 120 mph. License and registration, now," The tall young officer demanded in an authoritative tone. In the dim light, Bree could barely make out his face, but could see his figure and his strong arm muscles and prominent jawline. This guy had to be young, perhaps only in his mid-twenties. He looked very attractive, and Bree always had a thing for guys in uniforms.
What an ass, Bree thought, as she found her license and registration and gave it to the cop. The cop looked through it, but did not go back to his vehicle. Bree thought that was strange, but maybe she was going to get lucky.
"Since this is your fourth time caught speeding at such a high velocity, you must get out of your car," The officer demanded.
"But, sir, this is rediculous. Can't you just give me a ticket and go on with it?" Bree asked.
"Get. Out. Of. The. Car. Now," The officer was more forceful.
Bree obeyed.
"Now, turn around," The officer demanded.
Bree turned around, facing her little car, in shock as she heard the sound of metal clicks of a pair of handcuffs. The metal felt cold against her wrists as they were forced onto her.
"Whats going on?" Bree asked. "Just do as I say, we don't need to fight," The officer whispered into her ear, causing a sensual shiver down Bree's spine. Why was she liking this?
The officer led her into the back of his squad car. He got into the front of the vehicle and grabbed out a notepad. He started scribbling down numbers.
Finally the young officer spoke.
"Miss Bree Lars. I will give you two choices. Since the speed at which you are going was atrocious, and since it was your fourth time documented at this speed, jail time is necessary in this county. However, there is one other option."
"What is that?" Bree asked immediately.
"That I may do whatever I wish to you, and then you are free to go. This option, I must explain, will not harm you. On the contrary, You will enjoy it. But you must do as I say." The officer spoke firmly, but gently, as he lit a lighter and pointed it down by his crotch.
Bree's eyes widened as she saw what he meant. The young officer had a growing bulge in his pants. Bree sighed, as her body grew more worked up by the thought of this erotic scene.
