Fucking cop. Fucking husband. That's it I am tired of this shit. I get myself dressed. Someone is going to pay for this.
Only a few moments ago the phone rang. Once again my husband had managed to get himself pulled over in my car. To top it off he couldn't find the insurance. Well that was partly my fault; it was sitting here by the computer. I am wearing my comfortable short blue jean shorts and a short white t-shirt leaving little to the imagination. The hot summer day creating small beads of sweat on my body, my shapely legs glistening in the sun as I slip on my flip-flops and head out the door.
It's a 45-minute ride and I have a lot of time to grow more and more angry. Husband drives too fast and road rages too often then doesn't care that out insurance goes up cause he can't fucking grow up and slow down. Yet the cop takes one look at his driving record and thinks he is automatically guilty. It doesn't help he has a baby face so they think he is a fucking careless teen. I don't know who to be madder at. The cop or the husband.
As I male my way down the final stretch I see the rotating lights and pull over behind them. The cop is standing beside my car as I step out of the truck. I immediately notice him checking out my legs, his eyes scanning slowly up my body. I smiles by the time he actual reaches my soft lips. A smirk to be exact, my plan hatching.
"Sorry it took me so long officer, I was get insurance quotes and forgot to put it back in my car. I am really sorry for making you wait." My bright green eyes glowing as I speak tenderly to him. Sweat making my clothes stick lightly to my body accentuating my luscious curves.
"Ma'am please stay at your vehicle, I will be right there." The officer's voice trying to sound authoritative but I can hear a slight waver in it.
Slipping back into the truck I wait for him. Licking my lips slowly as he comes to my window. In my hand is the one piece of paper to keep us from an expensive ticket and an impounded car. As he reaches in the window I keep grip of the paper, his fingers barely touching mine. In a soft voice I speak to him.
"Please officer, I will do anything to keep my husband from getting a ticket. Please we really can't afford this, anything." Leaning in close to him he can smell the sweet scent of my perfume, my finger gently caressing his hand. I can see the wills spinning in his head as he begins to become aware of my offer.
"I will take that into consideration Ma'am. Now he is down to one ticket. He was speeding down through here," the officer said with a smirk.
Shit! Is all I can think. I am going to kick his fucking ass when we get home. You think after all these years and all those damn tickets he would learn. But no, he has to keep that lead foot of his. We just got a new car insurance company and NJ is known for raping those bad drivers and making innocent people like me suffer. Damn it!!!
"Please Officer, just give him a warning, I promise I not only will make it worth your wild, but I will make sure he slows down in the future. I promise. Please. I am begging you." I really was on the verge of tears. So much going on in our life and I know we could not afford this bullshit now. I wanted to get out of the truck and grab my husband by the scruff of his neck, drag him into the woods, and just beat him senseless. But I had to keep my cool if I was to get us out of this.
The Officer patted my hand lightly and told me not to go anywhere. With my insurance papers in his hand, I see him talking to my husband handing him not only the insurance paper but also a ticket. My heart sank. I was so afraid it was a normal ticket and not a warning. Conversation was exchanged and then I saw hubby leave. The officer walking slowly towards me, a small smile on his face. My heart is pounding in my chest wondering if I could really go through with this?
"Do you know where Old Sawmill Rd is?"
"Yes Sir I do."
"Drive there now. I will follow you to make sure you don't change your mind."
"Yes Sir. First things first, did you give him and actual ticket or a warning ticket?" My voice shaking slightly as I feel my nerves going.
"I gave him a warning but I could always give you a ticket for something should you not comply. Trust me, it will be much worse than he would have gotten. Somewhere along the lines of prostitution."
I could feel the blood draw away from my face as those words escaped his lips; I must have gone pale by the expression on his face. His face was a look of sinful victory. So I nodded quietly and put my seatbelt on and went to the road as requested. It was only about 10 minutes away and I know the road is not well traveled. So as I drove I was thinking carefully how I was going to handle this. I was also worried about my safety, so holding my cell phone low where the cop could not see my actions I sent a quick text message to my hubby.
You will owe me. If I am more than 3 hours look for me on old sawmill rd with that cop. I love you.
I knew he would know what was up and would only give me 3 hours to do so. So turning my phone off I tossed it in the console next to me. My hands trembling knowing this is going to be a very testing time. I pulled over at the dead end and shut the truck off. Sitting there a little stunned, I hear him knock on the door. I open the door numbly, turning my body towards him.
"Excuse me Miss but you need to step out of the vehicle and place your hands on the hood. I need to make sure you don't have any weapons." His smirk said it all. This was going to be a complete search of my body.
I felt a small tingle of excitement run through me. I close the door and put my hands on the hood, not even bothering to pull my short shorts down as I spread my legs some so his hands can explore.
"Do you have any weapons Miss?" His voice still professional as his hands glide down the sides of my body exploring it under the guise of looking for weapons.
"No Officer I do not." I was shaking from more excitement than nervousness but he didn't know that.
He slides his hands under my shirt going up my flat and soft tummy, his rough hands sliding under my bra grasping my voluptuous 38C's, his fingers pinching my nipples. Leaning in his breath warm on my neck he speaks softly to me.
