Passing a stopped school bus with its signals flashing!
My insurance premiums would skyrocket with that fender-bender I had caused last winter. My husband Rob would hit the roof.
"Please officer, can't you just give me a warning?" I pleaded in my most seductive voice.
I knew I was stretching it even with my nipples almost visible with the neck of my blouse open. I had unfastened three buttons as he walked up to my car.
With the top down on my Beamer he had an excellent view down on my body.
"Six demerit points and a five hundred dollar fine and you want a warning?" he looked at me in amazement.
"I didn't see it." I whimpered in my helpless little girl voice.
"What is it worth to you?" he looked at me shrewdly.
"A big fight with my husband and I would probably will be walking" I thought.
"I could be nice if you're nice?"
The cop had written the information from my license onto his ticket pad.
"I'm not going to give this to you now because I want you to think about it." He said sternly handing me back my papers.
"Thank you so much officer." I smiled up sweetly at him.
Carefully I left the curb, looking back over my shoulder and signaling.
"Whew! That was close." I thought as the police car grew smaller in my rearview mirror.
A couple of days went by and I had forgotten all about my close call with the police officer. I was very busy working my husband's campaign for the upcoming election.
Rob was running for his second term on city council and having his trophy wife active in his campaigning was a definite asset. Rob was a well known attorney and enjoyed the power being on council afforded him. It was incumbent on me to remain squeaky-clean until the election was over.
I was just on my way out the door when the phone rang. Thinking it may be Rob I answered it.
"Hi, this is Alec Dickson." The voice at the other end said.
"Alec Dickson, who is Alec Dickson?" my mind searched.
"I'm the cop who stopped you the other day." He volunteered.
It all came rushing back, "What can I do for you?"
"I would like to meet you." Dickson asked.
"I am very busy." I tried to put him off.
"I still have that ticket in my pocket." He reminded me.
Shit! "I don't have much time." I warned him.
"The Red Rose Motel on Highway Six in an hour." He said and hung up.
My heart was beating like a trip-hammer, now I knew his price.
It was early afternoon and the parking lot at the motel was almost empty as my scarlet Beamer pulled in off the highway.
I saw Dickson standing beside a silver Ford Taurus as I drove to the rear of the lot as far from the highway as possible. He walked over to where I shut off the engine.
"I got us a room." He said showing me a key tag as he opened my door.
I had dressed conservatively planning to go on to Rob's campaign center after my liaison with Dickson.
Dickson ogled my long stocking leg as I got out of the low-slung sport car. As I rose to my feet I felt him place his hand firmly on my ass. He gently squeezed my buttock through my gray flannel skirt.
Dickson appeared to be ten to fifteen years older than me. He had the paunch that too many doughnuts produces and was already balding. To him a twenty-eight-year-old blonde would look like Miss Universe.
"Wait till we get inside." I reprimanded him.
The Red Rose had a reputation for being the "No Tell Motel". Located just outside the city it was a favorite spot for guys to bring a whore. No doubt Sam Muska the owner cut a deal with the local constabulary or let them use the room for free to screw their sluts.
