Inspired by "Tasha" from the L-Word.
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"What the hell?"
Mia Drayton looked in her rear-view mirror, shocked to see the flashing red and blue lights behind her.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't going that fast, was I? Damn it!"
Mia sighed as she pulled her SUV over to the side of the virtually deserted road. She was on her way home from spending an early dinner with a few friends, taking her usual shortcut on the road that led back behind the City Park. She hated taking the Interstate because she loved to speed and the cops were always out in full force.
"I was bound to get caught someday, I guess," she muttered. She put the car in park but left it running as she reached for her purse in the passenger's seat.
She looked again in the rear-view mirror. The police car was parked right behind her but there was no sign of the officer.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
Mia jumped when she realized that the officer was now right outside her window. The smartly dressed officer tapped again on the window with a long, black nightstick.
"Damn. What's his problem?" Mia grimaced. As she hit the button to roll down the window, she was stunned at what she saw.
First off, the "he" was a "she." And she was absolutely gorgeous.
The officer stood about 5'8", lean and slender. Mia smiled as she took in the woman's smooth, cocoa brown skin. The officer wore dark, mirrored aviator sunglasses and her hair was pulled back underneath her police hat. Though Mia couldn't see the woman's eyes, she couldn't miss the officer's delicious, crimson-red lipstick.
The officer wore a snug, dark blue uniform: a fitted, button-up shirt that strained against her ripe, full breasts and tight pants that hugged her muscular thighs. As Mia kept looking, she also noticed the gun in the officer's holster. As such, Mia decided to proceed very carefully.
"License and registration, ma'am," the officer said sternly.
Mia reached into her purse and pulled out the documents. Her hands shook as she handed them to the officer. "I'm so sorry, Miss–," Mia quickly checked the officer's badge. "I mean, Officer Martin. I was just–"
"Ma'am," Officer Martin warned, holding up her hand. "One moment please."
Officer Alaina Martin took Mia's information and walked back to her squad car. As she did so, Mia again looked in her rear-view mirror and watched Alaina's tight ass swish back and forth.
Take it easy, Mia, she chided herself. Yes, she's gorgeous, but she's also got a gun.
Mia continued to watch Alaina in her squad car. She's a real cutie, Mia thought. Maybe I can charm my way out of this ticket? Mia shook her long, jet-black hair and checked her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She quickly dug into her purse for a rubber band and a tube of her favorite pink lipgloss.
First, she swept her hair up into a youthful, more innocent-looking ponytail. Then she applied the baby-pink lipgloss to her kissably full lips. I'm gonna get her number, Mia chuckled as she admired her reflection. I never had a problem getting kat before. Why should she be any different? And if I play my cards right, she'll be in my bed before sundown. Mia tingled at the thought of the gorgeous woman between her sweet thighs, taking her straight to heaven. I'm gonna get this sexy girl, Mia determined.
After a few moments, Alaina returned. She had removed her hat and sunglasses and now stood at Mia's window. Alaina's dark eyes sparkled brightly. Her hair, still pulled back into a neat chignon, was black with brown highlights threaded through. Mia was completely stunned at the woman's natural beauty.
Mia flashed her brightest smile. "So you see, Officer Martin–"
"I need you to step out of the car, please, ma'am."
Mia's smile quickly faded as her mind raced. I don't have any warrants, do I? she thought. She turned the car off, reached for the door handle, seemingly in slow motion, and stepped out of the car.
"Step around to the other side of the vehicle, please, ma'am," Alaina ordered.
Too nervous to speak, Mia walked around to the passenger's side. Once on the other side, the towering SUV virtually hid her from the view of the traffic on the road.
"Turn around and place your hands on the car, please, ma'am."
Mia's stomach was in knots as she followed Alaina's orders. Mia turned her back to the officer and put her hands on the side of her truck. Now what, she thought.
Alaina took a good, long look at the woman in front of her.
Mia was a tiny woman, just over 5 feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Mia's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders.
