The day wasn't going well for Jennifer; she was late for her appointment and now heavy traffic on the motorway had reduced her progress to a crawl. She drummed her fingers fretfully on the steering wheel and shifted around in her tight fitting business skirt. To make matters worse it was an extremely warm day and the car air conditioning system wasn't working properly. She was hot and uncomfortable and in need of a shower and a change of underwear; there was no way she could go into a meeting in her present condition; it would be harmful to her image and the reputation of her company.
Jennifer wasn't accustomed to having her plans thwarted. She ran her highly successful business like a military operation and brooked no opposition or excuses. In staff meetings grown men would quail when she turned her questioning eyes upon them. Most of the men in her employ were gay; she found it led to less complications.
Secretly Sinful
was a highly successful up market lingerie business which employed glamorous models to display its wares; hetero-sexual men would have been too easily distracted. As she succinctly put it,
'I employ men to dress my models not to fuck them.'
She herself was an extremely attractive woman with the sort of figure which would normally arouse strong feelings of desire in the opposite sex but such was the force of her personality that she usually emasculated them. As a consequence she led a life of extreme sexual frustration. Once again the traffic ground to a halt.
'For fucks sake!' she shouted in exasperation and pounded the steering wheel with her clenched fists; the heat was unbearable. As the traffic inched slowly along she opened the car window and released the catch on her skirt. That felt better. At the next stop Jennifer unzipped her skirt and wriggled it down to the floor before reaching down and pulling it off completely. Now at least she was more comfortable. Half a mile further on she again came to a halt along-side a giant heavy goods vehicle. She unbuttoned her blouse and savoured a gentle breeze blowing across her bra.
'Nice legs; now show us your tits'' a voice shouted.
Jennifer glanced out of the window and immediately realised that driver of the pantechnicon had a grandstand view of her stocking clad legs and thighs protruding from her mini-slip underskirt. He beeped his horn enthusiastically and opened his window.
.Jennifer affected to ignore him. He persisted.
'How much you charge for a fuck lady?'
Once again the traffic moved on and Jennifer contrived to get ahead of the annoying vehicle. Finally the logjam cleared and she pressed down hard on the accelerator. Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety miles an hour; at last she was free of the traffic. Her annoyance subsided. If she could keep this up she shouldn't be more than twenty minutes late.
She didn't notice the police car parked in the lay-by as she cruised by at over ninety miles an hour. Too late she heard the ominous wail of the siren as the traffic police car pulled out to follow her. By the time he reached her she was driving at a sedate sixty-five miles an hour. As requested she manoeuvred into the inside lane and pulled onto the hard shoulder and sat and waited. In her rear view mirror she watched as two policemen emerged from their vehicle and strode slowly towards her. Suddenly she remembered she wasn't wearing a skirt; she grabbed it hastily and laid it across her lap.
'Good morning madam, would you step out of the car please', the taller one said.
'No I'm sorry I can't, I'm not fully dressed', Jennifer replied with embarrassment.
The second policeman opened the near side door and took in her stocking clad legs and thighs and her unfastened blouse.
'Yes, I see what you mean madam; we don't want to precipitate a multiple car pile up do we?'
The two policemen walked a short distance away and had a brief conversation. Jennifer took the opportunity to fasten her blouse. The taller one, who Jennifer now noticed was a sergeant, returned to her vehicle.
'Right madam will you follow us off the motorway so that we can conduct this interview in a more private place.'
Jennifer nodded in agreement and dutifully followed the police car to the next motorway exit and then along a side road until they reached a forested area where they turned off along a track and continued on until they were out of sight of the road. By now her business appointment was not uppermost in her mind. The two officers returned to her car.
'Right madam, will you step out of the car please.'
She slipped on her high heeled shoes before swinging her legs out of the car and standing up under the inscrutable gaze of the two policemen; a delectable sight in her peach coloured designer underwear.
'Is this your car madam?'
'Yes it is', she replied.
The sergeant glanced at his colleague who returned to the police vehicle where Jennifer could faintly hear him relaying her registration number over the radio. The sergeant spoke again.
'Can I see your driving licence please madam?'
Jennifer turned and reached into the car to retrieve her handbag presenting the officer with a close up view of her pert bottom. She handed over the licence and watched as the sergeant silently read the document.
'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, I see you already have three endorsements for speeding.'
'Yes, I know but can I ....' uncharacteristically she was at a loss for words, her voice tailed off.
'I suppose you know that this means?'
Jennifer nodded her head.
'Yes but isn't it ....' Again she could not think of anything appropriate to say.
'It means an automatic twelve month driving ban, a heavy fine and perhaps even prison.'
Finally Jennifer found her voice.
'It would really be most inconvenient not to be able to drive and I couldn't run my business from prison', Jennifer said desperately. The second policeman returned from the car; the sergeant showed him the licence.
'Yes that's OK', he said. 'The registered owner is Ms Jennifer Williams.'
'Have you been drinking Ms Williams?' the sergeant asked.
'No of course not.'
The sergeant moved closer and smelt her breath.
'Are you on drugs?' he continued.
Jennifer shook her head. His colleague moved round and opened the passenger side door and looked in the glove compartment then he opened the hatchback and rummaged through Jennifer's lingerie collection.
'Mind how you handle those garments they are very expensive design samples' Jennifer called out angrily.
'Nothing here sergeant', he confirmed.
'Turn and face the car and put your hands on the roof', the sergeant ordered.
'Are you carrying a weapon or do you have drugs concealed on your body?' he continued.
'No of course not', She replied indignantly.
The policeman ran his hands from her waist to her shoulders gently probing the sides of her bra on the way.
'OK, put your arms down and turn round.'
He waited while she obeyed.
'Will you take your blouse please Ms Williams', he continued.
'What for?' she demanded angrily.
'You have committed a serious criminal offence and we need to be sure that are unarmed and not carrying drugs', he responded. 'And since you are apparently in the habit of driving about in your underclothes why does it concern you?'
'I can explain; its not the way are normally drive.'
'You can save your explanations for the court', he replied.
Jennifer unfastened the buttons on her blouse and opened it wide. She was pleased to see that both of the officers were showing a more than professional interest in her scantily clad body. Perhaps she could distract them in some way; she would do almost anything to retain her licence and stay out of prison.
'Is it really necessary for this matter to come to court', she enquired as she slipped off her blouse.
'What? You think you should just have your wrist slapped and be sent on your way. You were travelling at nearly one hundred miles an hour.'
