Jennifer Solomos was heading east on I-10 towards her condo in Santa Monica, blasting Green Day on the car stereo. She wanted nothing more than to get away from her good-for-nothing fiancé, Christos Lillis. Since she was a child, Chris had always been a pure, unadulterated, chauvinistic jerk in Jennifer's eyes. There was little wonder why he was still unmarried at nearly forty years old. One reason was that god awful personality and the other was that since she'd been born, she'd been promised to him. Now that she'd graduated from college, her marriage was a mere three weeks away.
If it weren't for her parents being such great fucking friends with the Lillises, and if it weren't for the huge inheritance that she stood to forfeit by not marrying Chris, she would not have had anything to do with him. As it was, however, she had little choice in the matter. Her parents had long given her the ultimatum: marry Chris and continue to live the good life in Santa Monica, or run away and be a starving bum somewhere without daddy's blessings, and worse, without his checkbook. It was a no-brainer, right? Jennifer seemed to think so.
She and Chris had just gotten into another big fight; one of the many fights that were characteristic of their rocky relationship. This time, it had been in public, on a rooftop restaurant above the Four Seasons hotel in L.A. It had been such a stupid argument; Chris had insisted on her ordering a vegetarian dish for dinner when what she really wanted was a cheeseburger. She hadn't even wanted to go to this fancy-shmancy restaurant. After a huge commotion, she ordered the food, but then stormed out before it arrived.
A burger and milkshake would have been fine for her, but Chris was constantly telling her that she'd gain weight eating that type of food. He was one to talk. Balding on top, pudgy in the middle and hairy everywhere else, Chris was fifteen years her senior and definitely the one who needed to worry about his weight, among other things. Truth is, Jennifer has always been skinny as a beanpole; it's the only blessing she got from her parents without asking. At twenty-three, she now had the vivacious curves of a woman, and the signature Greek ass, but her body was still thin enough to rival any Hollywood actress.
Jennifer pulled the car over on the side of the road. She'd been masturbating since she was very young, and she did it often to relieve stress. Also, she'd been incredibly horny as of late. She was a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite, and whatever it was Chris thought he was dong to her in bed was not cutting it. She leaned over and got her blue six-inch latex vibrator out of the glove box. Lifting up the bottom of her dress and pulling her panties to the side, she turned her vibe on and placed it on her clit.
Immediately she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with the rapid stimulation. She closed her eyes, moaned and licked the fingers of one hand, pinching and caressing her nipples with them. She licked her lips as she rocked the vibrator back and forth on her clitoris, basking in the waves of pleasure and sensation that overtook her body as she came.
While her pussy was still throbbing from her clitoral orgasm, she took the vibrator, wet with her own cum and juices, and slid it inside. She fucked herself with the vibrator, her fist hitting her labia as she buried it in her pussy nearly to the hilt. A light sweat glistened on her forehead despite the air conditioner being run at full blast. After a few minutes of intense cunt fucking, Jennifer came again.
When she pulled back onto the freeway, Jennifer was a little bit more relaxed, but not completely. When she got home, with a bit more space, she could really fuck herself before Chris came home and wanted to screw her for all of two and a half minutes. Just thinking about Chris made her stress level rise again, and she was pretty much in the same state as she was pre-masturbation.
Jennifer couldn't imagine how this day could get any worse. Earlier this morning, Buttons, her 14-year-old Siamese cat, had passed away, and now there was the fight with Chris. Her life was a wreck, and she just wanted to get home. Her foot was heavy on the accelerator, but her mind was wandering, and she paid it very little attention as she weaved in and out of the heavy L.A. traffic.
First there were the lights flashing in her rearview. Jennifer slowed down, hoping the cop would speed up and pass her. Instead, the officer got directly behind her and hit the siren in two short beats. Whoop whoop, it whined.
"Oh, my god, this can't be happening to me!" Jennifer muttered under her breath. She'd just gotten a ticket yesterday for reckless driving. Being pulled over twice in one week was terrible; twice in two days was ridiculous. She decided that it wasn't going to happen. She merged over into a lane further to the left and pressed her foot down on the accelerator, allowing her Mercedes to speed up to 120 mph.
With this bold move, the squad car behind her put the sirens on full blast mode, and they shrieked and whined as the cop came in quick pursuit. Aware of the rate of speed at which she was moving, Jennifer gripped the wheel with both hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white as snow.
She continued to careen in and out of traffic, dodging cars left and right, but she couldn't seem to evade the police officer. She chanced a peek into her rearview mirror, and the cop was right on her tail. Ahead, she was coming to her Santa Monica exit, but she couldn't risk getting off the interstate just yet. Instead she merged over into the rightmost lane so she could head north on the 405. As she got off, a slight drizzle began to fall from the smog-filled sky.
"Shit!" Jennifer said, and switched on the wipers. She didn't need the fucking rain right now, but of course that's what would come. Just another shitty chapter in her fucked up life, she thought.
How had her life gotten so messed up? She was born into privilege, the silver spoon was stuck practically down her throat; but somehow her life was all a shambles. She didn't want to be stuck in the rain, she didn't want to be running from the police, and she didn't want to marry Chris.
Jennifer tried to fight back tears, but they would not let up. Like the rain falling outside, the water in her eyes got heavier and clouded her vision. Still speeding, she let go of the wheel to find a tissue for her eyes, and rear ended the blue Volkswagen Jetta that was in front of her.
She slammed on the brakes, but she slid and it was already too late. Her airbag poofed out from the steering wheel. She had been wearing her seatbelt, so she wasn't hurt that badly, just a few cuts and bruises. As the car stopped, the rain let up. What luck.
Jennifer got out of her car. The black Mercedes was bad, but not too bad. The damage to the Jetta was minimal, but it's driver, a fat, pimply kid no more than seventeen or eighteen was wide-eyed and hysterical as he emerged from his vehicle.
"G-goddamnit!" he stuttered. "I-I love this car! I just s-started p-paying for this car! Y-you fucking b-bitch!" He was turning so red that his zits were barely visible, and Jennifer was tempted to stand there, arms folded, and wait till he exploded. But there was no time for that.
Jennifer looked over her shoulder. Traffic in their lane was already at a standstill for miles back, but she could still see the blue and red police lights in the distance. She had to get away, and there wasn't much time.
She took out her checkbook and wrote a check for the boy. "I think this will take care of everything."
The boy took the check, and his jaw dropped when he saw the amount.
"Damn," he said. Impossibly, his bug eyes grew even wider. "This is more than I make in a year!"
"I'm sure. It will be enough, yes?" Running out of time...
"Hell yeah! I could buy three J-Jettas with this!"
"Good. Then go do that, but there's one condition. You can't go to the police."
"Lady, as soon as I know the check's cashable, you w-won't know I even exist."
"That's great. Your car's drivable. Get going."
Without another word, the kid got in his car and sped away. But that little dialogue had cost her precious time. She got into her Mercedes and merged back into traffic.
The road was slick, as it tends to be after a light rain. It's actually the most dangerous after a light rain than it is after a heavier rain; the water mixes with the oil on the road and causes cars to hydroplane. Being the daughter of the man who owned the largest Mercedes car dealership in the country, she would know about this. But she paid no attention to it now, and risked getting into another accident by beginning to speed again.
But Jennifer wouldn't get another chance to get away. Something under the hood was smoking, and by now the cop that was pursuing her was right behind her. The last thing she wanted was to get into another accident, so she gave up the ghost and pulled over. Hopefully the cop would understand her dilemma once he found out who she was. She hoped it was a he, anyway.
***
The rookie cop got out, gun drawn. He walked up to the Mercedes cautiously, hoping that the person inside was not armed. What had started out as a routine traffic stop had turned into a full-blown chase in a matter of seconds. What he didn't understand is why the driver didn't pull over when he'd made the signal. It was only a traffic violation. If this person was driving a Mercedes, then they could afford a damned traffic ticket. He sighed. Why did people want to make his job so difficult?
The cop tapped on the mirror-tinted window of the Mercedes. Those are illegal, he thought to himself. The entire front end of the car was totaled and letting off a foul smelling smoke. It was a wonder how they even got it to crank up, let alone try to get away again.
The driver side power window slid down. Slowly the view changed from that of his own reflection to the face of a beautiful woman.
The cop was taken aback at her beauty for a split second. She had beautiful, silky black hair, sparkling deep green eyes, and beautifully tanned skin. But it was only for a split second, and then he remembered his job.
"May I see your license, registration, and insurance?" He asked, in as stern a cop voice as he could muster.
"What seems to be the problem, officer?" the girl asked.
The cop was almost speechless. "Wha--? Um, Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle, and keep your hands where I can see them."
"Ok, I will," she said. "But only if you promise not to shoot me." Those lips. So full and luscious, the cop almost wanted to kiss them. Damn, working all the time sure left little time for anything else. He was horny, but he couldn't let that affect his job.
The girl stepped out of the car, wearing a knee length strapless green summer dress, one that showed off all her curves perfectly. She had a beautiful body, but the feature that stood out was her ass. The girl had ass for days.
***
Jennifer got out of her car and smoothed out her dress, and took a look at the young police officer as he re-holstered his gun. He was beautiful. Tall and dark skinned, with brown eyes and straight white teeth, she guessed he was of Hispanic origin. His biceps rippled out of the short sleeves of his uniform. Really a fine specimen of a man. She also noticed how the cop was ogling her, just as shamelessly.
"So, what's the problem, officer...? Nuñez?"
"What's the problem?" He asked incredulously. "Take a look at the front end of your car, for one. Also you were speeding. I clocked you at 123 mph. At the most you would have received a traffic citation, but now I'm going to have to bring you in on reckless driving, leaving the scene of an accident, and evading a police officer," Nuñez said.
"What? Bring me in where?"
"To the station," he said, and began reading her Miranda rights to her. "You have the right to remain silent..."
