March 22, 2006, I was in my Aston Martin Vanquish S, cruising up the West Side Highway. It was late night, and I felt like the Knight Rider racing up the freeway. I thought there were no cops in sight so I decided to drive even faster. I was wrong!
A cop's flashing red and blue lights and sirens snapped me out of my racing mood and told me to pull over. Fuck! This was what I get for being a real asshole tonight! After pulling over, I immediately put my driver's license and registration on the dashboard. As I looked at the mirror, I noticed it was only one cop in the car but I could not tell what sex the cop was. Whatever it was, I prayed that I was not stuck with a ticket that I do not want to pay.
My window was down and I heard the cop walking my way. I took a quick peek at the rearview mirror and realized it was a woman. When we finally made eye contact, I was almost speechless on how gorgeous she was. The police officer looked like Toni Braxton in a police uniform. On her badge, it had the name Jackson. We stared at each other for a few minutes without saying a word.
"Can I see your driver's license and registration please?" Officer Jackson's voice was soft and innocent.
"Sure, here it is." I said, as I handed it to her. My hand accidentally touched her nice firm, round breasts. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
To my surprised, Officer Jackson did not say a word. Instead, she smiled and walked back to her car. Damn, she had a fat ass! This goddess had no business being a police officer. She should be making millions walking up and down the catwalk.
"Can you please get out the car, sir?" Officer Jackson asked.
"Why, what's the problem?"
"You have to come with me down to the station." Officer Jackson continued. "Apparently, you have many unpaid parking tickets and the car is stolen."