I knew that I was speeding, like I always do. But being on a stretch of highway that only the locals used, I never worried about being caught by a highway cop with a radar gun. I knew I was busted when I saw the vehicle's lights come on in the haze of dust I had just created.
"Shit! Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed while my hands pounded the steering wheel.
I had to pull over, there was no way I could outrun him. I slowed and found a bare patch of dirt to pull over and away from oncoming traffic, which there never was. The cop car came to a halt behind me. I rolled down my window and checked to make sure I had my seatbelt on and mobile phone away before I got into more trouble for that.
"Good morning Miss." The officer said as he reached my car door.
"Hello Officer, yeah I know I was speeding, i'm sorry about that."
"Is there any need for you to be going 146km in a 100km zone?"
I looked like such a child as I answered him "No, sorry I was just driving home from work and didn't realise how fast I was actually going." Which was absolute bullshit! I usually drive even faster than that most days, but had seen a roo the evening before and decided to slow down incase it was still around.
"Travelling 30km's and over the designated speed limit is an automatic loss of licence Miss." He said as he bent forward and rested his forearm on the rolled down window of my car. This was the first time he caught a glimpse of me and my work uniform.
You see, I work at a country pub, where business can sometimes get slow and the owners have come up with a great plan to lure patrons back to the old watering hole. Only young hot 20 somethings get hired to work behind the bar and we have 'theme' nights where the customers choose what we dress as. It always has to be some kind of fictional character and this time they had picked 'The Little Mermaid'.
I was head to toe covered in body glitter with a little bikini top on in the shape of sea shells and a green mini skirt covered in sequins. My naturally long red hair was curled and had shells and starfish through it too. We had gotten a lot of regulars in last night and my boss decided to have a lock-in which means that a select few of regulars and the publican hang around behind locked doors and keep drinking for as long as the possibly can. I get a few extra bucks if I stay back and keep pouring drinks and keep an eye on the tills and doors until its over. This one lock-in lasted until 7am when the last of the guys finally called it quits and passed out in some of the upstairs rooms.
The cop could barely keep his eyes off my tits. I don't blame him though. I only got them done a few months ago and I always stand in the mirror admiring how big and perky they look now.
The cop cleared his throat and asked for my licence. I gave it to him and had a chance to study him for a few moments while he checked out my details. He wasn't too bad looking either. My guess would be around min 30's. He came back and gave me my license.
"I'm afraid i'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car Miss."
"What for?" I asked, a little scared that I was in a lot of trouble.
"As I said earlier, the speed that you were going is an automatic loss of license so you will have to leave your car here and make some arrangements with family or friends to have it picked up and taken wherever you need it to go."
I absolutely hate getting in trouble so I meekly took my seatbelt off and climbed out of my car. I moved to the bonnet of my car so I could prop myself up on the bonnet while he finished taking down my rego.
"I don't have any friends or family close to here to pick me up though."
"Well thats ok, I can give you a ride home before I head back to the station."