Jan rolled down her window to allow the cool breeze to flow into her car. She really needed to unwind from her long day at work, so she decided to head to a local jazz spot. The freeway wasn't too crowded this time of the evening, so it was easy for her to maneuver from lane to lane. She looked out at the cloudy sky and thought to herself, 'hmm, looks like rain.' She loved the rain. It reminded her of her more promiscuous days when she'd slept with this guy on the first date. They fucked each other in the rain on the beach. She got chills thinking about the heat their bodies created that night.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of a siren and flashing lights. "Shit!!" she exclaimed.
She looked down and noticed she was going 95mph in the 60mph speed zone. "Damn! I don't need this now!" she pulled over to the shoulder of the road.
She grabbed her purse and began looking for her driver's license. The police officer approached her car only to hear her frustrations as she rattled on. "And I'm gonna ask this asshole why the..."
"License and registration please ma'am." The officer spoke with a stern voice.
Never looking up from her purse, she replied, irritated. "Okay, okay, just a minute. And why do you cops always have to flash that bright ass light into our cars?! It's not like you can see inside the damn car anyway!"
Now, usually, the officer would have replied with a rather callous remark. But this time he didn't. In fact, he thought it was funny watching this woman scramble through her purse.
"I mean damn, like you're not already causing enough attention with the flashes and sirens!" she complained.
The officer was looking in her car, slyly taking glimpses of her body. Her firm brown breasts were partially exposed from behind her half unbuttoned blouse. Her skirt was hiked up, exposing her firm thighs. The officer's eyes crawled over her body slowly. Finally, he responded to her complaints.
"Well, it seems to me like you need the light ma'am. You seem to be having some problems finding your license."
She looked up at him with a 'oh no he didn't' look in her eyes. He almost smiled, but managed to keep it hidden. She looked back down again, still searching. Showing a little sarcasm, he took his flashlight and shined it into her purse.
"That is not necessary!!" she said with an attitude. The she muttered, "asshole" under her breath. The officer laughed to himself, but as she looked up, he straightened his face.
"Here!" she scowled.
The officer took it and began to examine it as he spoke. "Ms...Richmond, did you know you were going 95mph in the 60mph zone?"
"Now, if I told you yes, it wouldn't help me---and if I told you no, it wouldn't matter either. So what the hell you askin' me for? Just give me my damn ticket and stop wasting my time!" She was really pissed off.
"Ma'am, just relax. All you have to do is answer my question, I'm just doing my job." he said.
Jan cooled off when she realized how rude she was being. She also knew he could really hike up the fine. She looked at him as he walked back to his patrol car. 'Nice ass' she thought out loud.
He walked back to her car and handed her license back to her. "Long day huh?" he said as he wrote out her ticket.
Jan laid her head back on the head rest. "Yeah, I'm sorry." she replied.
"So am I." he said. "Where are you headed?"
Contemplating her answer, she knew it wouldn't be in her best interest to tell him she was going to get a drink. "Somewhere to unwind." she answered.
He continued writing, "There's a nice jazz spot not too far from here."
'Damn!' Jan thought to herself, 'What's taking him so long?' He ripped the ticket from the pad, folded it and handed it to her. "Have a safe evening."
Jan watched him in her side view mirror as he walked off. She then looked down at the ticket. Hesitantly, she unfolded it. To her surprise, there was no actual fine, just a note. 'Since It's not too often I have the pleasure of stopping a beautiful woman, I will not ruin my chances of a possible rendezvous with her by giving her a ticket.' A broad smile spread across Jan's face. 'Meet me at Smokey's tonight, 10 o'clock.' She started her car and got back on the freeway. 'He was kinda cute', she thought to herself. Instead of going straight to the club as she had planned, she went home to shower and change clothes.