Now golden, rosily-tinged morning light bathed the city in the invigorating flood of a new day. Elara the enchantress to whom won and uninvited or enemy gave her facile power through artful potentiating charm opened eyes. More an opposite to a luxury it stood her modest small apartment as away could be, but served as a perfect hideaway, where she could scheme her next move in shadows.
She rose from the bed, an old and plain mattress on the floor there, and stretched grace like all her movements had some fluid grace at the fullness. The mirror gave off a reflection of deceit - a woman of stunning visually attractive beauty and suggestive threat implied in every line of her outline. Elara admired the reflection, most especially the curves emphasized by the attire she had chosen for that day. Well, she definitely knew her physical charm and how to use it to her stride.
Her outfit was thoroughly chosen ― close-fitting black dress, modest in its length quite suggestive in form and deducing about her body. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, bringing into focus her bouncy figure. With it, she matched a pair of high heels whose click resonated with power and confidence. Her long dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders to line her face with an elegant drape that promised a world of secretive allure.
Elara stepped out of her apartment, the cool of the morning air playing against her skin. She moved in a certain grace that seemed to command attention from the quiet elegance as she walked by. Her destination was a simple nondescript nearby parked car - a vehicle that belied the true nature of its owner.
The car, not ostentatious or new, but rather of some older model sort, was well-kept and clean. Not a symbol of wealth, but certainly a symbol of freedom. Elara smiled broadly as she slipped behind the wheel. The car responded to her touch like an extension of her own will. She switched the engine on, its sound low but steady, and slid out into lonely streets. Today, she had a plan - a plan that would take her unique combination of seduction and power.
On another side of the city, Officer Max and his partner, Officer Jake, started their morning patrol. Max embodied physical strength and discipline - tall, muscular as he went through years of training. His uniform fits his broad shoulders perfectly, with a posture that spelled power.
Officer Jake, just as muffled up but with a relaxed face, chatted to Max when they were driving their black and white patrol car up and down the streets of their precinct. They talked about mundane things like sports, weather, the usual suspects in the area. But under Max's focused exterior lied a hidden layer of unfulfilled desires and yearnings. Despite his tough exterior, deep inside Max had a soft spot for women with their prominent curves as he hid it under his stoic facade.
As the morning continued it won its daily busiest image, the hustle and the bustle of city life. Max sharp eyes scanned the surrounding ever alert, ever watchful. That was when he noticed a car moving at a speed that was undeniably over the limit. His experienced eyes had noticed the driver - some woman with a figure impossible to forget, her hair falling down to her back.
"Looks like we've got a speeder," his partner muttered, voice a mix of duty and an unspoken interest. He nudged the patrol car to life, signified Jake that they had a job to do.
Jake caught a flash of the woman as the speeding car passed them and grinned. "This should be interesting," he said with an air of excited anticipation in his voice.
Max felt a strange pull as they followed the car -- an almost explainable attraction to the woman with whom he was about to exchange words. Little did he know this average stop would lead to an encounter that would shatter everything he thought he knew about the issues of control and desire.
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Max pressed the accelerator and drove fast, his patrol car's engine roared as it moved closer to the speeding car. The streets were still empty, and sound of their pursuit was echoing through them. Max had a hard grip around the wheel, muscles strained as he gave it all to steer the car. Beside him, Jake watched the scene before him with a palpable eagerness.
It wasn't high-speed or dangerous, but there was an intensity to it, an edginess in its anticipation of what no one seemed to know. Max's eyes locked onto the car. He kept a note of each turn and manoeuvre the driver made. The woman was driving skillful, almost teasing as if she knew they followed, and enjoyed the knowledge.
As they were following, an unusual excitement to him was coming, one that felt foreign and exhilarating. He tried concentrating to his duty, yet the image of the woman's silhouette was visible through the rear window of her car and very captivating to him. Beside him, Jake was affected the same way, only he retained a rigid posture full of a mix of professional alertness and personal intrigue.
It continued for blocks which became several blocks - each turn a dance between the pursued and the pursuers. Finally, as if deciding the game had gone on long enough, the woman's car slowed, pulling over to the side of the road. Max came to a stop behind her, his heart pounding almost as much from the chase as it did from the idea of facing her at one of these crimes.
Elara stepped out of her car, and the morning light seemed to caress over her form. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the shape of a curvaceous form in the most elegant yet provocative manner. She faced the attending officers, deliberate steps made to appear sultry, each foot fall seemingly tailored at enhancing the appeal of her person.
Max and Jake stepped out of their patrol car trying to hold composure. But looking at Elara was devastatingly disarming. Max felt the tightening in his chest, choking on breathes at the sight of her. He was a man of discipline, but the enchantress before him was challenging every ounce of his self-control.
Jake, too, was feeling the effects. His eyes traveling up and down the cut of Elara's form, shifting in his seat as he rearranged his uniform in a vain attempt to hide an erection forming in his pants. It was futile, however - their desire for one another written out all over them.
Elara's eyes sparkled with the knowing glint as the reactions were taken in. She could see the effect she had upon them, how their bodies tensed, the barely concealed bulges within the trousers. It was just the reaction which she anticipated, the reaction that she baited for.
Max cleared his throat, anxious to sound professional again, "Ma'am, do you know how fast were driving?" he managed to say, but his voice sounded both firm and huskie at the same time.
Elara tilted her head as the corners of her lips curved downward into a little enigmatic smirk. "Oh, was I really going that fast?" she melodiously said, and innocent notes sounded between her words.
The air was heavy with a tension, a magnetic pull towards her that seemed to bring the men closer to her. Max stepped forward one last step, with conflicting thoughts racing through his mind: duty told him to write her a ticket— uphold the law. But desire, a powerful and primitive force compelled him to forget the rules, to succumb to the enchantment she exuded.
