It was just another night of patrolling for me on the little stretch of lonely country road that I patrol as part of my job as a cop, and up until that point, nothing exciting had ever happened.
Being that it was just outside of Hollywood, I had always secretly hoped that I would have a run-in with a celebrity, but so far, that had yet to happen.
But when I saw the red sports car zipping past me about 20 miles over the speed limit, something told me this stop was going to be different.
Turning my lights on and speeding up myself to follow the car, I was finally able to start chasing it down when I saw it pull over to the side of the road and wait for me to pull in behind it.
As a cop, you think a lot of things when you pull someone over going that far over the speed limit, and since it is ingrained in you as part of the job, very few of them are ever good, so this was not the time I was expecting to have a run-in with a hot Hollywood celebrity.
So I started to approach the car with uncertainty, since there are very few good things that usually happen at that time of night, but as I approached the car, I saw a striking (and by striking, I mean "hottest girl I had ever seen") red head in a loose-fitting, low-cut white tank top and a black skirt that showed off a lot of leg.
"License and registration please," I told her as I approached the driver's seat, trying to focus on the job at hand, and not her body or the way she was looking at me suggestively.
"Is there a problem, Officer Cutie?" she playfully came on to me, hiking up her skirt to show me a little more of her legs and then smiling as she leaned over the window to let me get a look down her shirt at her tits.
"Yes there is...Ms. Stone," I told her as she handed me her license and registration, my mind racing at the possibilities in front of me since the "Ms. Stone" in question that was using her charms on me was Emma Stone.
"Are you aware of how fast you were going Ms. Stone? Hollywood celebrity or not, you could rack up quite a heavy fine for going 20 miles over the speed limit out here," I told her as she "adjusted" her skirt, uncrossing her legs long enough to flash me a glimpse of her panties that I managed to get a good look at even in the dark of the country road we were on as I left to run her information.
"And you also seem to have a history of this," I told her as I returned to the vehicle, having seen a list of speeding violations on her driving record.
"Aw, I'm sure we can work something out, sweetie. And please, call me Emma," she told me as she leaned out the window and showed me more of her tits while she continued to openly flirt with me.
"What's the matter, Officer Hot Stuff? Am I too fast for you?" she teased me, batting her eyes and winking at me as she hiked her skirt up again, making it more and more difficult for me to focus on my job.
"Okay then...Emma. Going 20 miles over the speed limit is not something I can just let you get off easy on. And someone with as many tickets as you have on your record could be facing suspension of your license," I told her, my eyes scanning her body as I let the words "get off" hang in the air, hoping she would get the message.
"MMM...I love "getting off"..." she whispered to me, pulling my closer to her as she kissed me and rubbed my chest.
"Do you now Emma? I'll make you an offer then. Give me a blow job and I can make this ticket I was about to write go away," I told her as she stepped out of her car and followed me to the squad car, dropping to her knees next to the passenger side door of it as she started fishing for my dick.
"MMM. I think I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered as she pulled my dick from its hiding place, both of us still half dressed as she wrapped her hands around my dick and led it to her mouth.
