Candace Brockton sped along the highway, making her way to her best friend's yearly Halloween party. Usually she was excited about making an appearance at Jasmine's party dressed up as some character or another, but this year she could feel her nerves building as she got closer to her destination. It mostly had to do with what she was currently wearing. If she hadn't lost the bet about how far her favorite baseball team would make it in the race to the World Series, she wouldn't be in this predicament right now.
Peter Channing sat with his lights off, his radar pointed toward the dark highway. It was Halloween and he had already pulled over a number of partygoers, speeding to get to their destinations. Peter didn't mind though, it gave him something to do and the costumes that he had seen so far had given him a lot to laugh about. His favorite of the night had to be the guy dressed in diapers with a woman who looked an awful lot like a dominatrix. Part of him suspected that they might not have been dressed up for Halloween at all.
It was pretty quiet when a car zoomed past, posting an 87mph on his radar. Someone was in a hurry. Peter stowed his radar and pulled out of his hiding place, turning his lights on and stepping on the gas so that he could catch up with the lead foot.
Candace felt a wave of dread wash over her as she saw the flashing lights off in the distance. Of all the times to get pulled over, this was the worst. Candace hoped she wasn't going to be on the cop's dashboard camera because if she was, she would end up on some Maury clip show where the person leading in the clip wonders what the hell she was doing going somewhere dressed as she was.
She pulled over to the side of road and waited, her face flaming. Oh how she wished that she could just melt into the damn seat right then. If her top had not been wedged in the backseat, she would have thrown it on quickly, but now she had to face her fate dressed as she was.
Peter pulled in behind the candy apple red Mustang. It was a nice car, all sleek lines and curves. He wondered what type of person was driving and what kind of mood they would be in. He didn't want to have to deal with any criers or angry old men right then. He strolled over to the car and watched as the window rolled down.
Peter felt his mouth fall open as he stared at the driver of the car. Her dark locks fell over her shoulders to fall to the middle of her coffee-colored breasts. Her face was an odd shade of red, but he figured that he would be red too if he were caught in her situation. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes screamed embarrassment and her full bottom lip was being worried by her front teeth. His eyes traveled back down to her breasts, which were totally exposed, seeing as all she was wearing was a short white skirt and a pair of heart-shaped, silver-sequined pasties.
Candace cleared her throat and managed to eek out a quiet, "Officer?"
Peter drug his eyes away from the woman's plump breasts, which hovered somewhere between a C and a D cup. He looked back into her watery hazel eyes. "Ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Candace nodded. "I was going a little fast. I just want to get where I'm going and change. I lost a bet and I have to show up to a party dressed like this, but as soon as I get there, I'm putting some clothes on. Pasties aren't really my thing."
Peter raised an eyebrow. What? No attempt to get out of the ticket? "That's right. You were speeding. I clocked you going 87 in a 65. Can I see your license, registration and proof of insurance?"
Candace nodded and leaned over to her glove compartment, giving Peter a good view of her smooth back and the thong that apparently went with the pasties that she was wearing. She sat back up and Peter struggled to keep his eyes on her face. He noticed the tremor that shook her documents as she passed them to him out of the window.
"Thank you. I'll be right back with this." Peter turned and walked back to his car, perusing her credentials as he went. He opened the door and used the opportunity to adjust himself. While gazing at the lovely Candace Brockton, Peter had sprouted a considerable boner. It was hard not to imagine ordering her out of the car and taking her on the hood of her pretty little Mustang, pushing her skirt up and the thong out of the way. He sighed and readjusted again as he sat in the car.
Candace nibbled on her lip nervously. Of course the cop that pulled her over had to be fine as hell. His red hair was cut short, the ends barely brushing his forehead, and he had a cowlick that made him look boyishly cute...in a manly sort of way. His deep green eyes made her skin feel as if it was burning while he stared at her. The bridge of his nose was covered in a smattering of freckles that were too cute for words and his lips were the things that dreams were made of. She could imagine losing herself in his kisses and she wanted to, desperately. But, she thought about what he must think of her now, in nothing but some pasties, and decided that the hot cop was best forgotten.
Peter took a deep breath as he strolled back towards Candace's car. He could only hope that his grip on his self-control would hold and he wouldn't do anything stupid, like drag her out of the car and fuck her on the side of the road. One more deep breath and he was face to face with the woman that had his loins on fire.
"Here you are. Because I'm feeling generous tonight, I'll let you off with a warning. Slow down and take your time. Have a good night."
Peter handed Candace her credentials and walked quickly back to his car. He got in and waited for Candace to pull off. Once he felt she was far enough ahead, he took off after her. He felt a little crazy, but he wanted to make sure that Candace made it to her party without a hitch. He also wanted to know where she was going because for some crazy reason he wanted to meet up with her later and maybe see what could happen between them.
Candace tried to tamp down on her mortification, but it was hard. She had never felt so embarrassed. It was one thing to pull up to the party, show Jasmine her pasties and then throw on the shirt and wig for her Tina Turner costume. It was completely another to have someone else see her in the sparkly abominations.
She navigated the rest of the route and pulled up to Jasmine's house, parking on the street, which was packed with the cars of various partygoers, and called Jasmine.
"Hello? Madame Jasmine's house of pain."
Candace laughed. "Madame Jasmine, I am sitting outside. Come on out, but come out alone. If I see someone else, I'm leaving."
"Candy? Are you really wearing them?" Jasmine asked.
"Of course. I never renege on a bet. I'm here, but I'm getting dressed in two minutes, so you better hurry up and get out here."
Candace noticed the dead air and realized that she had been talking to herself. She frowned at the phone before tucking it into her purse. She watched as a decidedly unstable Jasmine made her way to the car. Jasmine stumbled a couple of times before she came to a stop at Candace's passenger side window.
"Wow, Candy. I didn't think you'd actually go through with it. Pasties. Wow."
Candace frowned. "Like I said, I don't renege on bets. I keep my word. I showed up in pasties. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be putting on the rest of my costume now."
"I don't believe you drove here like that. You know you could have put a shirt on and just taken it off when you got here."
"Whatever. You would have called me on it and made me do something else much more embarrassing," Candace remarked as she pulled her silver-sequined top on over her head. Candace slid the wig into place and got out of her car.
She stood, her silver stilettos giving her 5'6" frame another couple inches. Her white skirt stopped right at mid-thigh and clung to her generous hips and ass. Her shirt dipped low in the front, exposing her deep cleavage and showing off her small waist.
"Well, if it isn't Tina Turner," Jasmine smiled as she took in her best friend.
"Madame Jasmine, I am ready to enter your house of pain. Spank me as you will."
They entered the house, never noticing the police car idling close by. Peter smiled. He knew where he was going to be in a few hours and hopefully he wouldn't regret it.
***
Candace stifled a yawn as she listened to the man in front of her, who was dressed as a pirate, drone on about something or another. She couldn't remember his name and he hadn't given her the opportunity to ask again. In fact, he hadn't let her get a word in the entire time they had been talking. She wanted to just walk off, but she thought that she remembered that the guy had some real clout with Jasmine's boss or something like that and she didn't want to reflect badly on her friend.
The doorbell rang and Jasmine slid from the stool she was on to answer it. The door swung open and she found herself staring at a very handsome man in uniform. She hoped her bitch of a neighbor hadn't called the police on her for some imagined noise violation. The jealous bitch. "Hi, officer, can I help you?"
Peter smiled. "Hi. I'm looking for Candace. She invited me."
Jasmine was too busy ogling his muscular body to respond. Man, he was tall and hella fine. Wherever Candace found this one, she did good. His police uniform hugged his muscles in a way that made her panties feel damp. If Candace didn't want this hunk, Jasmine was positive that she would.
Peter cleared his throat. "Can I come in?"
Jasmine started and shook herself out of her alcohol-induced fog. "Oh yeah, sure. Sorry. Come on in. Candy is over by the kitchen."
Peter strode into the party with a confidence that he didn't feel. What if Candace rejected him or called him out as being a stalker. It wasn't like he could deny it. He had followed her there. He scanned the party's guests, looking for a woman dressed in silver sequins and a short skirt. He spotted her standing alone by the kitchen, looking around for someone. She turned and looked into the kitchen, chewing on her bottom lip again.
Just as Peter came up behind her, Candace turned and walked straight into him. He caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her and steadying her. Candace looked up and nearly fainted. It was the cop!
"Officer?"
"Hey, Candace."
"What are you doing here? How did you find me? What's going on?!? Is this some kind of joke?"
Peter smiled ruefully. "One question at a time."
Candace stood a little straighter and pulled herself out of his arms. It was just to weird at the moment, despite how wonderful it felt to be held by the officer. "Ok. What are you doing here, officer?"
"Call me Peter."
