Natash was taking a dirt-covered backroad so she could get home faster. The backroad was never monitored by cops so she knew she'd be safe driving fast. Usually she would be right. But tonight she was wrong.
She had the Mustang going about eighty miles an hour and she hummed along with a tune by Fuel. Suddenly her rearview mirror was lit up with red and blue lights.
"Fuck," she hissed, smacking the steering wheel with the palm of her hand. "What the fuck is a cop doing on this road? They're never here, especially at this time of night.
Oh, well. I'll just use my charm -- and breasts -- to help me out of this mess."
The tall, slender of a police officer tapped the window of Natasha's Mustang with her nightstick. All Natasha could see of the officer was short red hair, blue eyes and big --
"-- Fuck me! It's a woman. It's a fucking bitch. Great! This is just not my night."
"Step out of the car, ma'mm," commanded the police officer.
"Why? Aren't you just supposed to ask me for my license and registration?"
Without warning the car door was yanked open and the slim but strong female cop pulled Natasha out of her seat by her long raven's-black hair.
"Ahhhhh! Okay, okay! I'm cumming," cried Natasha.
The officer didn't listen and continued to pull her out of the car, standing Natasha in front of her. The cop looked her over. Smiling as she looked down at the small bumps in Natasha's silk blouse.
"Small tits. Nice. I like 'em."
"What?" asked Natasha increduously.
The officer slapped Natasha across the face. "Shut up, slut! I'm in charge here. From now on you will call me Officer Rayne. Understand me?"
"Yes, Officer Rayne."
Officer Rayne smiled. Natasha either had experience at this game or was just a quick study.