It was mid afternoon when I heard the wail of a police siren. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a cop car, but there was something different about it. That should have been my first clue.
I eased my car to a halt and stepped out. From the police car a figure emerged casting a sexy shadow. It was a female cop, except her dress was ultra short and she wore suspenders. That should have been clue number two.
"Going home?" she asked. She spoke like she was reading from a script.
"Yeah I guess."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pad and pen.
"What's your name, sir?"
"Ben, Ben Jones" I stammered.
"And are you in a relationship, Mr Jones?"
"Pardon?" I said.
"Are you married, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Um, no, I'm single."
"And have you ever had sex in public?"
"No" I lied. Did she stop me because I had sex a month ago with a girl in a park?
Then she looked over her shoulder and made a signal with her hand.
"I need you to get back into your car and follow me."
At this point I should have picked up what was going on but stress can make you blind to the obvious. I got back into my car and followed her as she drove down a road and into a nearby driveway, stopping in a small parking area. All around us were bushes and walls. When I got out of my car I thought I heard clicks.
The police woman motioned me to stand by her in front of the police car. I noticed a camera on the bonnet.
"You could give me a mouthful of cock," she said. "You know, let me suck you off."