It was a cold chilly night. The gauge read 100 miles per hour, 20 over the speed limit but I didn't care, I just needed to get home and lie in my bed after a long day.
My client was highly unpleasant and refused to work with me as I was Latina, and blamed me for not stating my race before. She heard I was one of the best insurance agents in the country but wasn't informed I was Latina before. it didn't help that my last name was Johnson. She lost her mind in the office, calling me all kind of slurs.
After today, I needed a break so I took two days off and decided to start by relaxing at home with some pizza and some wine. With that in mind, I began to speed up, hoping to get home quickly.
I took the shortcut as it was quicker and no one really took this path. As I focused on my vanilla scented candle at home and my warm bath, a wailing sound pierced the silence and red and blue lights flashed in my rear view mirror. I groaned loudly and drove over to the side.
The police officer stopped behind me and trepidation built inside my chest.
I don't really want to pay for a ticket, I sighed.
He walked up to my window and knocked. I put the window down and turned to the officer and my, wasn't he the finest man I've ever seen.
He was tall, tall enough that he had to look into the car, broad shoulders and a big built, he had slightly gray hair, the only indication that he was a few years older than me and his pants was so tight, his manhood was straining against it.
"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked huskily.
All my desire pooled in my underwear. I swallowed.
"Um, for speeding, sir?" Imagine, my job was to convince people and in the face of a hot older man, I melt.
His eyes look over my body once and twice and then orders me to come out of the car.
"Miss, can you please step out of the vehicle?" He demands.
"Sir, I don't think that is necessar- Get out of the car, ma'am" He orders me again.
I sigh and exit the car slowly.
I look at him pointedly, he raises an eyebrow.
"Put your hands in front of you and lay them flat on the hood," he tells me and I do as told.
He starts from my shoulders and pats me down, touching my boobs and ass for a little too long for comfort.
"Sir, I really don't think this is necessary, I apologize for spe- Keep quiet, you came down a road that usually has no cars and thought you could speed and get away with it, you were going 140 miles per hour and you didn't expect to get caught?" He says and smacks my ass.
I jump in shock and to my own surprise, I get even wetter.
"You see, you picked the wrong road to drive on tonight,ma'am, my partner is sick and you decided to drive down this lonely road with this beautiful body at this time of night, it's very dangerous at night, you never know who's lurkin," He whispers in my ears and I shiver.
