It was late at night, dark, chilly weather. The holiday season was a beast usually, but there were only a few office parties to contend with during the week. After last weekend, when they were inundated with tipsy partygoers, this quiet night was fine by him.
There was hardly a person around on the quiet back road. Every once in a long while a car would pass, its bright lights sliding past him. Scott had to admit he liked the way they slammed on their brakes when they saw the neat row lights on the top of his car, the contrast of black and white, but no one was really going fast enough for him to stop. Once or twice he had been behind a car that had a bit of a swerve to it. Nothing to flash them for. It was a boring night.
He rounded a corner slowly on to an even darker road, the few flickering Christmas lights of the houses glowing in the distance. The moon was shining fully, bright on the road in a silvery light of winter. He rolled the front window down a bit as he cruised the back road, listening to the sound of the dispatcher on the radio. The crisp wind blew over his skin, waking him up, the scent of cool weather filling the patrol car. He rolled his shoulders back and settled into his seat a bit more, stretching his neck, giving a long, slow yawn as he prepared for another long night.
The car had just rolled over the next hill when he saw a pair of red taillights in the distance. He came up on them quickly, realizing they were driving abnormally slow. Slowing his own car, Scott hung back a moment, checking out the scene. There was no damage, no sign of distress. His eyes lit upon the license plate. Expired tags. Clucking his tongue he shook his head. Might as well. Things seemed out of place anyway. This person should be flying down this empty road, not trolling along. It was at least worth checking out.
With a movement of his hand he lit up the night in a flash of red and blue. The car immediately put on its blinker and moved to the right, crooking itself in the ditch on the shoulder, well out of the way any oncoming traffic, as unlikely as that would seem to be.
Scott rolled up behind, getting out of his car. Flashlight in hand he walked slowly to the driver's side window, tapping with his knuckles to indicate he wanted it down. With a soft swoosh the window dropped into its molding and he shown the light in to see a woman's familiar face , much to his surprise. The woman that looked back at him smiled slyly as soon as she looked up and noticed who he was.
"Evening officer," she drawled softly.
"You?" he said with a frown. "Ma'am, didn't I pull you over last week in almost the same spot?"
Honestly, Scott didn't need to ask that question. He remembered her, alright. She had been in the same car, wearing almost the same thing except she hadn't been alone. Two other girls, one of which was beyond wasted from whatever Christmas party they had just left. She had tried to get out of her ticket by mentioning something about holiday cheer and good will towards man, while she rubbed the edge of her shirt. A low cut tank top that, from his vantage, didn't leave much of her 38 DD's to the imagination, and a short skirt that showed enough of her tanned, shapely thighs to give him something to remember at night. If there was a holiday wish, he could think of a few he would under te tree.
It was the same woman, but by herself, and not seemingly in a rush to get anywhere. The woman tossed her blonde hair with a gentle shake of her head and nodded, "You did. I guess I just don't learn."
Scott sighed, trying not to look at the breasts that were straining behind the fabric right in front of his eyes. "Can I see your license, insurance, and registration please, ma'am?"
"Sure." She pulled out her wallet, shifting her thighs against each other seductively. With a manicured hand she handed him her driver's license and her insurance card. "I'm sorry I don't have my registration with me."
"Well, your tags are expired ma'am. I'm going to have to ticket you for that. Give me just a minute and I'll be right back."
He turned back to his car, sliding his fingers over her license slowly. Her name was Jeanie, 5'8'', 135 pounds. She was incredible. He remembered seeing her last week, remembered those same breasts, those same legs. That same attitude. Yeah, he'd be dreaming of her later. With a shake of his head he ran her information through the system, sitting half in and half out of his car. To his confusion, illuminated by the high beams of his car, he saw her driver's door open and one long leg slide out.
By the time she was completely free of her car, he was already out and walking back her direction.
"Ma'am, I need you to stay in the car," he said loudly as he approached. She stopped walking, the tall heels she wore balanced precariously on the country road.
With a soft pout of bright red lips, she replied, "But I get lonely when I'm by myself for that long."
"Well, I am sorry to hear that," he insisted, "but I would prefer you stayed in the car."
"I just wanted to see you," she said playfully.
"You will see quite enough of me, I am sure." He stood by her door and gestured inside. "Please."
She walked slowly to his side. "But they aren't the parts I want to see the most."
The last statement caught Scott off guard a bit. Leaning in he frowned in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she smiled stepping into his space. "There are certain parts of you I want to see more, although I like the view just fine from here."
"Ma'am ..."
"Jeanie," she smiled earnestly. "Please call me Jeanie."
"Ma'am, I would very much appreciate -"
"I came down this road looking for you," she breathed, her heels clicking as she shifted her weight from side to side in an obvious attempt to ward off the cold. "Scott, please ..."
