It happened so fast I almost lost control of the car. Immediately behind me and filling my rear view mirror blue light strobed.
"Oh, shit," was all I could think or say. I had many traffic violations and was even on parole. This was terrible.
We were doubling with a friend and his wife. We'd been to a bar dancing and shooting pool. I wasn't even sure I could pass a sobriety test. Running was out of the question. I'd tried it once before and learned quickly that my driving was no match for a cop's.
I put on my turn signal and pulled into a convenient vacant rural church parking lot. I was scared shitless, but I thought I'd try to charm myself into nothing more than a traffic citation. At this point I wasn't even sure of why he stopped me. We were miles from anywhere on a back road just going home from a neighboring town. I didn't think I had been speeding or weaving.
I stopped and he stopped in a manner that seemed to block any quick escape attempt on my part.
The cop came alongside the car and I lowered my window. I was startled to see a second cop outside my wife's window. Neither looked friendly.
"License and registration."
I nodded. "The registration is in the glove box," I told him.
"OK, but have your wife lower her window before you open the glove box."
I nodded at Sandy and she opened her window. The cop on her side moved into a 'ready for anything' position. I opened the glove box and dug around for the registration. I found it and fished my license out of my wallet. I handed both to the cop who took them back to his car.
I held my breath until he returned. I could see it wasn't going to be good.
"Step out of the car," he commanded.
I did and before I knew what hit me I was spun around, pushed up against the car, and handcuffed. I didn't say anything. I figured I could only get myself into more trouble.
He looked at Joe in the back seat and repeated the command. Joe got out and was treated to the same reception. Now we were both up against the car and handcuffed.
"What are you doing?" Sandy's voice squeaked as she forced the words out.
"Be quiet and stay put," was the reply. "You're on parole, your car was weaving, you were speeding and I can smell the booze. You're going back to jail for a long time, boy!"
"No," Sandy shrieked and popped out of the car.
"You were told to stay put," yelled the second cop.
Sandy turned to face him. He grabbed the front of her and made to push her back into the car. Sandy spun to get away, slipped and fell to the payment landing flat on her ass.
The cop still had hold of that skimpy sleeveless shirt she had been wearing. It had torn up the back and left him holding it; it left her topless save for a very sexy bra. She covered herself with her hands and scrambled back into the car.
"Give me my shirt back." She was almost in tears.
"No, I think I'll keep this as a souvenir," was the gloating response.
Becky from the back seat pleaded, "We were just out having a little fun. Please just let us go home. We'll be real careful. One of us will drive."
"Just out having some fun? Not with us. How come you weren't planning to include us in your fun?" asked the first cop. His name tag identified him as Blakey.
"Uh, sure we could have some fun together." Becky offered, not sure what she was offering. "Would you like to go back to the bar with us?"
"No, I thought we could have some fun right here and maybe if we have enough fun, we could forget this ever happened."
Becky sucked in her breath audibly, but didn't say anything.
"What's your name, honey?"
"Becky."
"You can get out of the car Becky. Let's take a look at you." Things had deteriorated quickly and once he got a good look at Becky, I didn't figure they would get better. Becky was a real hot piece of ass and she was dressed to make just that point.
I'd hardly been able to take my eyes off her all evening. When she moved, I'd get a hard on. Joe had noticed and just smiled. "She's something else," he'd agreed as though I'd actually said something. He wasn't shy about reciprocating with lavicious stares and a few comments about Sandy.
"First we need to take care of your boy friends."
With that we were hustled off to light poles in the parking lot and handcuffed with our hands in back and around the pole. He was bound to one and I to another.
"Becky, walk over there and stand under the light." He gestured to a pole some distance from all of us. She obeyed and as she walked, he trained his flashlight on her swaying ass. "OK, come back over here." This time he highlighted her boobs. She flushed, but said nothing.
When she got back, she asked in a small voice, "Can we go now?"
"In a minute. We're not through yet. What's your friend in the car's name?"
"Sandy"
"Get out of the car, Sandy."
"Can I have my shirt back first?"
"Do as you're told. Get out of the car."
Sandy hesitantly opened the car door and slowly stepped out.
"You do the same thing. Walk over to the light and stand there."
Sandy moved more slowly than had Becky. The officer trained his light on her ass the way he had Becky. When she got to the light pole, she stopped, but didn't turn around.
"Turn around, Sandy." It was more of a taunt than anything else. Sandy turned slowly until she faced us. "Becky, I want you to do something for me." Becky blinked then just stared wide-eyed waiting for her assignment.
"Bill has Sandy's shirt. I want to have her bra. Go over and bring her bra back."
Becky looked astonished, made a move toward Sandy and stopped. "No, I can't do that," she said in a voice almost too low to be understood.
"Ok. Bill let's take these boys in. We'll take the car keys and leave the girls here. We can send someone to pick them up."
Even before he finished saying it, Becky was on her way. When she reached Sandy, Sandy turned her back to us.
"Turn this way, Sandy," There was a leer in his voice as he said it. "Becky, leave that bra on until she turns around."
Sandy turned and put her hands up to cover her breasts. "Put your hands by your side." It was that same leering voice.
Becky undid the clasp and removed the bra. Sandy's breasts spilled out. Her nipples were hard as her hands went back to cover them.
"Keep your hands at your side!"
She complied.
"Now Becky you stay there and let Sandy come back over here."
They did as he instructed Sandy walking with her hands rigidly at her sides. The cop's flashlight lit her swaying boobs. When she got back, she stopped several paces from him. "All the way, honey," he said as he gestured her to come closer to him. When she complied, he reached forward and took her nipples using them to raise her breasts. He leaned and took first one, then the other in his mouth.
Sandy's breath was short and raspy, but she didn't move.
Bill, the other cop, leered at Becky and called to her to come to him. She did. She was allowed to stop further away than Sandy had been. By now Blakey was pawing Sandy and sucking her breasts. He looked up as Becky stopped.
"Take off your shirt," Bill hissed.
Without question Becky moved to unbutton the first of three buttons. "Slowly, I want to enjoy it." Slowly she opened her shirt. It hadn't covered much to begin with. As her bra came into view it was apparent why. Her skimpy bra barely contained her boobs. I was so hot my head was spinning.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                