I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the blue lights flashing as the police car was gaining on me. Another glance, this time to the clock on the dashboard confirmed that it was just after 1:00 a.m. I knew I was driving about 55 miles per hour and that I had just driven through Buckingham, Virginia, completely ignoring the fact that the speed limit had dropped to 35 for the two or three blocks that made up the small town so I began to look for a place to pull over.
Just ahead, still on Highway 60, I spotted a place called Duck's Corner. I pulled into the dark parking lot and noticed that it was a convenience store, although it was currently closed. Shortly after I had pulled into the lot, the police car followed and stopped behind me.
I watched as the officer got out of his vehicle and walked towards the side of my car. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and his walk and build gave the impression that he was, or more likely, had been an athlete. There was the beginning of a beer gut forming that indicated that he wasn't currently in top form. Regardless, he wasn't too bad, and he met the description of the cop that my sister had told me about. She only lived a couple of towns over.
I rolled the window down in my BMW and preemptively asked, "Is there a problem, officer?"
"I'll need your license and registration, ma'am," he replied quickly.
"Sure, but what for, officer?" I sweetly answered as I picked my purse up and began digging through it, "I know I was driving 55."
"Speed limit in town is 35, miss," he answered. "And, you're missing your license plate."
"Oh, no, officer," I turned directly toward him, "I can't get a speeding ticket, please, this is a company car, and I could lose my job if I get a ticket."
At this point he glanced down toward my chest and I inwardly smiled. I was in a simple but elegant black dress with a light linen jacket which, from his view above me, would highlight my C cups. If he bothered to look lower, he would see my black stockings and heels since the dress only went down to mid-thigh.
I was quiet as I knew that my talking would only distract him from his view, so I remained still and did not speak. I did glance at his name badge, "M. Porter" it read.
"Yes," I thought to myself, "This is the guy that my sister told me about."
I tried to appear as innocently as I could and continued gazing into his eyes when he finally looked back up. "Please, no," I repeated, "I just had a horrible Valentine's dinner, broke up with my boyfriend and just want to get home to Charlottesville. Please, this night just can't get any worse."
I was watching his face with my pleading eyes, and I very slowly, and what appeared to be nervously, gently bit my lower lip, drawing his attention to my mouth.
'I'd be very, very grateful if we could let this go with a warning," I said in a soft, yet forceful voice.
"Well, you were going 20 miles over the speed limit," he answered.
"But I was driving on the highway, I didn't see it drop," I reminded him.
"And no license plate..." he began.
I interrupted, "I know it looks like I'm a felon or something, but my license plate was just stolen a few days ago. I've already reported it; I'm just waiting on the new one. You can check that."
"Please, this is my job on the line," I added almost tearfully.
"Miss, you've broken some serious laws," he spoke authoritatively, "And I don't want to see it happen again."
"Please, no, it won't," I replied submissively and nodded my head down.
"But I'm not sure a ticket will be needed," he said.
I looked up at him gratefully, "Oh, thank you, sir, thank you, I really am grateful; I won't forget this."
"Tell you what," he said, "You said you're headed to Charlottesville, but this isn't really the best way. Come back to my car and I'll show you on the map where to go; I'll even show you where the other speed traps are, so you won't have any more trouble."
Ignoring that I had just heard about the worst pick up line ever, I smiled enthusiastically, agreed and opened my car door to get out.
Acting like a gentleman, he let me walk first. I knew it was an act; he just wanted the view, but I couldn't fault him, after all, I was doing a lot of acting here too.
On the way to the car, he told me to get in the passenger side, which I did while he got in the driver's seat.
He pulled down an old Atlas from above his sun visor, and held it between us. I feigned interest on the page, as I could feel checking me out. I knew my hair and makeup were fine, as I had adjusted them just before entering the town, but most importantly, I knew that he was noticing my perfume for the first time.
I looked up from the map, gave a soft smile and asked an innocent question, "Do you mind if I take my jacket off? I'm a bit warm."
He agreed so I began unbuttoning the jacket, fingering each button very delicately. His attention never wandered, as his eyes followed my hand all the way down. When I was done I removed the jacket; I now sat there just a few inches away in a sexy evening gown smiling at him.
He clumsily leaned over for a kiss. I let his lips meet mine and even allowed his tongue a slight bit of penetration before easing away.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," I whispered. "We just met after all."
I was careful not to say "No." I wanted to send the message that I just needed more convincing, not a halt in his plans. I kept my hands on his arms from my push back but was gently rubbing them, encouraging him to stay put and keep trying.
"It'll be okay," he said, and he leaned back over trying to meet my lips.
"God, if this is the average seduction in Buckingham, I feel for the women living here," I thought to myself.
I allowed him to come within an inch or so of my lips and whispered, "Do you really think so?"
I now had a hand on the side of his face gently stroking his cheek and hair.
