A stormy night. A slight drizzle hits my windshield as I drive 87 down the highway. I should known better than to speed. But that damn asshole had the nerve to not only cheat on me, but to get caught as well. Fuck him and the bitch he rode in on.
I shift the gears and check my lipstick in the rear view mirror. I reach over and turn up the radio. Suddenly, there are police lights flashing behind me.
"Fuck me" I mutter under my breath as I pull over to the side of the road. "This is all I need tonight".
I glance in my side mirror and watch this cop stroll up to my door. He swaggers, like he knows that he's the shit. I lick my lips and paste a smile onto my face. Maybe I can flirt my way out of this situation. I roll down my window and smile at the 30-something officer. He tips his hat at me and gives me a once over.
"Thank God I wore this skimpy black dress," I think as I lean slightly into the door, giving the cop a better shot of cleavage.
I clear my throat and he smirks at me. "Something wrong officer?"
"Could you turn that shit down please mam?"
I sigh and reach over, muting the radio. I wink at him. He taps his notepad along my doorframe.
"Did you know that you were going 87 in a 65 zone?"
"No officer" I reply, lightly running my finger on the steering wheel.
"License, registration and insurance please".
I reach down and hand over the information he wants. He walks off to the back of my car and looks at my paper work.
"Shit" I mutter, knowing my license needs to be renewed.
He strolls back up to my window and says "mam, step out of the vehicle please".
I turn off the ignition, leave the keys in the car (which turns the radio back up) and open the door. My legs extend showing fishnet thigh-high stockings, atached to a black garter belt, my feet covered with 3-inch back stiletto heels. My skimpy black dress has ridden up and as I reach to pull it down the officer says "hands where I can see 'em please,"
"well fine " I mutter.
I walk over to the passenger side of my car and lean against the hood.
" 'Mam" he starts out "seems to be a problem here. Your license needs to be renewed, and I'm afraid I'm gonna have to write you a ticket. And with the speeding you were doing, that's gonna be another ticket. Plus the brake light you have out doesn't help this situation,"
I look at him in awe. I cant believe that he's gonna give me 3 tickets.
"Plus," he continues "there's also a warrant out for your arrest over some outstanding parking tickets. I'm afraid I"ll have to take you in. Hands on the hood please".