An Arresting Officer
Officer Greg Morris couldn't wait for his shift to end, so he could just go home, pop a few beers, put his feet up and call it a day. It had been one of those days that just seemed endless.
Greg was proud to be a Police Officer. He worked hard, was diligent, helpful to everyone, did whatever was required of him. He took his job seriously. Greg was proud to say that he had yet to ever draw his weapon, despite working in a tough area. Greg was also proud to say that he had racked up a series of impressive arrests. He was always working hard, he aspired to be the kind of cop people looked up to.
Despite all of this, some days were longer than others. This, sure as hell, had been one of them. He'd had to help the new girl, Terri, with some police reports. Not that he minded much, Terri was a cutie. Although some were partial to blondes, Greg liked brunettes and Terri was most definitely his type.
Greg would have asked her out a number of times, but she never seemed to hang around after her shifts. She'd finish and be gone five minutes later. He always wondered where she disappeared to, vowing one day to find out.
Unfortunately, the day hadn't gotten any shorter after he finished helping Terri. One of the Traffic Officers had called in very sick, so the Captain had asked for volunteers to split the Officer's eight-hour shift. Greg, having nothing major to do at home and no date, had volunteered in a shot.
So, here he was, with fifteen minutes left to go, nothing happening all shift, when a Cherry-Red Porsche went zooming by, going well over the speed limit. Greg turned on the siren and called it in, letting the precinct know he was in pursuit. They asked if he required assistance, he replied "negative" as he neared the speeding card.
"Guess the beers are gonna have to wait" Greg said, gritting his teeth. He wanted a couple of cold ones, wanted to relax, but duty came first. He was almost upon the car, which was slowing to a stop.
The Porsche pulled over, Greg got out of the car. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he motioned for the driver of the car to roll down their window.
"License and registration, please" he said to the driver.
"Okie-dokie!" said the driver, with a giggle.
Two very attractive girls got out of the car, both dressed in the Cheerleading outfits of the Warriors, a local college football team. The girls were very sexy, no question about it. Greg tried to be professional and business-like, but the girls were a distraction.
The blonde was hot, with bleached-blonde, short-cropped hair, pretty blue eyes and a very tiny, adorable little body. The brunette stood about six inches taller, with brown hair down to her back, tanned long legs and a very impressive bustline. Her green eyes seemed to be looking Greg over. Both of the girls seemed to be slightly inebriated.
"Are you aware of how fast the two of you were driving?" he asked the blonde, who had been the driver of the car.
"Wayyyyyyy too fast!" giggled the brunette.
"Yeah, but wasss the point in having a car this cool if you can't drive it fasht?" slurred the cute blonde.
"Well girls, regardless of your very nice car there, I am afraid I will have to administer a Breath test" Greg told the pair.
"Oh, pooh, heesh no fun!" giggled the blonde.
Greg wrote out his report after administering the Breathalyzer. Both girls were under the limit, leading him to believe neither one of them had much tolerance for alcohol. Still, he decided the girls needed a little talking-to.
"Ladies, you're both legally sober, but you shouldn't be driving. At that speed, you could have hurt someone – or yourselves!"
The brunette, the more sober of the pair, sighed. "You're right. Me and Jen --" she said, indicating the blonde " -- just joined the squad this week, and we hadda big win tonight. Still, you're right. We'll behave."
Greg smiled. "I didn't say you had to behave, just don't drive under the influence or that fast, again. Okay?"
The blonde – Jen – flashed him a dazzling smile. "Ooh Bo, maybe he ish fun. Okay, give ush our ticket, we'll pay it."
Greg shook his head. "No ticket this time girls, just a warning. My shift's over, you two didn't hurt anyone, I'm going home."
Greg saw a look pass between the Bo and Jen, he wondered what the pair of them were up to.
"Any girlfriend or wife at home?" Bo asked.
"No, to either."
"Got any reason you need to be home?" Jen piped up.
"No, why?" Greg asked, curious.
"Well, me and Jen want to keep celebrating, but it's not as much fun with just the two of us. Why don't you let us buy you dinner to say thanks and you can keep us company? Sound good?"
The sandy-haired officer didn't have to think hard about it. At 26, he was only a few years older than the coeds and there certainly were worse ways to spend an evening than in the company of a pair of cute cheerleaders.
"Okay ladies, sounds nice. Where should we go?"
The girls smiled at each other, than indicated a nearby Roadhouse that had good steaks. Greg insisted the pair let him drive the car, he could come back later and get the cruiser, it wasn't that far.
Greg had been to the place many times before, he knew what was good, so he ordered some Pork Chops. The girls split a Caesar Salad and had one glass of wine. He found Jen and Bo [ short for Bonita, she told him ] friendly company. Both were 20 and had entered college a few months earlier.
"So, what are you girls studying there?" Greg asked politely.
"Sex!" both girls said at once.
Greg choked a bit on his beer, Bo and Jen laughed. "No, seriously!" Bo piped up. "I'm doing sexual research and Jen's planning on teaching Sex Ed in a few years."
