Searching for the CD in my car my mind goes back to thirty minutes before. He couldn't even remember my name. I grip the steering wheel hard at the thought. I wasn't naïve or stupid, but I had wanted it. I had wanted him to use me and he had done just that. The lights blind me on the highway. It is so late. One drink had brought me to my knees before him. He knew every inch of my body before the night was over. It hadn't been my worst experience, but he had come before me. So now the throbbing between my legs was becoming even more prominent. The skirt is just short enough for me to reach down and fix the problem.
I think about my ex and how he would touch me. I think about how he use to command what he wanted and how I never thought to say no. I'm dripping through my white panties now. I touch my neck where he would bite me and the bruises would remain for days. Biting my lip I can feel myself getting closer and closer. A car passes and I quickly reach for the wheel again.
I'm sweating and rubbing myself against the seat. Two fingers escape to soft wetness. I almost close my eyes. I'm soooo close.
Then I hear it. The blaring siren screams deafening my ear. Lights flash behind me. Damn. Pulling over I adjust myself and reach for my license.
"License and registration miss," a tall white officer asks. Cornfield blue eyes stand out from the black uniform and deep auburn hair. I've always had trouble with white cops.
I pass him the paper. His eyes eagle my trembling wet fingers. He takes the information and quickly makes his way back to an unmarked car. I wipe the fingers on my skirt before placing both hands back on the wheel. A glance in the mirror reveals dishevelment. I look like I've just had sex with lipstick just above the lip and eyeliner smeared under my brown eyes.
"Step out of the car," he says holding the door open.
"Yes officer?" I'm not sure what could be wrong. I paid the tickets and already figured out the nasty stuff with the warrant.
"You're a bad girl aren't you?" His tone changes suddenly.
"Excuse me?" I place my hand on the door. A million things are running through my mind.
"I asked you if you were a naughty bad girl," He is standing right in front of me now with his hands on the door holding it closer, "the correct answer is either yes or no."
"No?" my voice is shaky now.
"Are you sure?" He looks at me with those pure blue eyes. I close my legs tight.
"Are you going to rape me or something?"
"No, "he says smiling, "you are going to come willingly."
I wasn't sure what was going on but this was dangerous. We are standing on the dark highway and not many cars pass by.
"What are you doing?" I ask as he pulls duct tape from his pocket.
"If you haven't figured out yet," he says yanking at the tape, "I'm not a cop. But, it Is not what I'm going to do but what you're going to do."
He hands me the tape.
"Now would you like some help with this? Or can you manage?"
My jaw drops.
"You're wet right now aren't you?" He says standing defiant with the tape dripping of his thick fingers.
