It was a hot spring night and I was on routine patrol. It was almost 2am and I was working my way back to town to get a bite to eat when an old Chevy flew past me. I thought I recognized the car, as I took off after it, (my pancakes would have to wait.)
Foot to the floor, I caught up to it and hit the lights. I was a little surprised when it quickly pulled over. Now in my headlights, I could see clearly that it was Derek Smothers' car, alright. He was the local bad-ass, or so he thought. I suddenly had an uneasy feeling about this stop. I'd only had my shield for three years and knew that my backup was miles away.
"Derek would never just pull over, at least without a little chase first," I thought, again and again. Just in case, I unclipped my gun as I slowly approached the car's passenger side, so as to stay off the roadway. Using my flashlight to light up the car's interior, I quickly noticed that there were four occupants, two in the front, two in the back. I tapped on the half-opened passenger side window, carefully watching as the passenger rolled it all the way down.
"Keep your hands where I can see them!" I commanded sternly.
Taking a quick look around the car, the four passengers complied with my order. One thing I also quickly noticed is that they were all women. I felt a slight sense of relief, as I used my flashlight to light up the driver's face.
"Miss, would you turn on the interior light?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Duffy, it doesn't work," the driver mumbled.
"That's Deputy Duffy!" I quickly barked, thinking the voice was familiar. I slowly recognized the driver as Amanda Smothers -- Derek's younger sister. The whole Smothers family was well known around these parts, as they were always up to no good.
"Deputy Duffy.... More like Deputy Dog," I heard the front seat passenger mumble. Using my flashlight, I lit up the passenger in front of me.
"Ah, the lovely Angel Harding," I thought to myself, as the light lit up her hard features. "What a piece of work she was."
"Hey, enough of the light, asshole."
Keeping my calm, I shifted my flashlight to the backseat. I lit up the two backseat passengers. Although they were good looking young women, I did not recognize them, so I turned my light and attention back to the driver.
"Amanda, are we in a hurry tonight?" I asked.
I almost chuckled, as I listened to her half-assed excuse. Honestly, I used the opportunity to check her out instead, since I hadn't seen her in awhile. Amanda had the classic girl-next-door looks, although, she didn't always act that way. I mean, everyone says she's cute, but to me, not shockingly so. She had nice light brown hair that was clipped back off her face. My eyes traveled south. She was wearing a tight sky blue shirt that hugged her body, making it very obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. As my eyes continued south, she wore a short white skirt that didn't hide much of her nice tanned legs that were capped off with heeled clogs.
"Amanda, isn't this your brothers car?" I asked, before Amanda caught my wandering eye.
"Yeah," she said looking at me, batting her pretty green eyes. "You know that."
"And does he know you have it tonight?" I asked.
After waiting for a minute or so for an answer, I added. "I mean, he gave you permission to use it? I mean, if I give him a call and ask?"
"Please don't," she pleaded, as more cries of leniency came from the backseat, which answered my question.
"Quiet!" I barked, trying to regain control of the situation. "I'm going to need to see all of your licenses, just so I know whom I'm dealing with."
"Oh, fuck that!" Angel snapped.
I repeated my request. I enjoyed watching them nervously fumble for their licenses, before I flashed my light at the first one. It was Angel Harding's license. Doing the math, she was 24-years-old, or so her license said.
"24.... Angel, c'mon, you can't be more than 19," I said with a laugh.
"Fuck you," was her quick reply.
"Watch your tongue!" was my quicker reply, although, I should have excepted so much. Angel was a tough, biker-chick in the making, complete with the dirty blonde hair, large breasts and a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush. I was not surprised that Angel's outfit consisted of a black Harley shirt, cut down the neck, so her ample cleavage showed, as well as her rose tattoo that was just over her right breast. She also had on cutoff jeans and work boots. She also smelled of cigarettes.
I turned my attention to the two foreign backseat passengers. The one closest to me was named Kim Stevens: Age 19. She had short brown hair and was by far the most conservatively dressed of the four girls. She wore a light blue blouse and full white pants. She even seemed to squirm when I used my flashlight to check her out. This was in sharp contrast to the lovely creature sitting next to her named, Farra Polensky: Age 20. She pointed out that she had no "H" at the end of her first name, like I cared. What I did care about was that Farra had nice blonde hair, which she wore in a ponytail, exposing her stunningly good looking face. I loved her sultry makeup job and the added touch of the purple glossy lipstick. She was wearing a tight fitting pink top that did little to hide her assets. She also wore a tight, tight, black skirt that was more like a wrap. When I lit her up, I could have sworn she opened her legs a little, exposing her small pink panties to me. I also loved how her well-tanned skin seemed to glisten under my light.
Pulling myself away from the "hardon maker", I turned my attention to Amanda, who was 21 by her drivers license, but I knew that she just graduated from high school last year, so I figured I had a couple of altered driver licenses in my possession. I figured I'd let that go for now, instead, I had Amanda pull her car off the main road onto a side street that led to a closed dump. They weren't really happy but Amanda complied. (I still had their IDs.)
"Where we coming from tonight and you betta tell me the truth?" I said in my best cop voice, when I was back at their car. "Or I'm going to search every inch of this car."
After a bit of hesitation as everyone looked around the car, Amanda cleared her throat. "We're coming from a party in town," Amanda mumbled. "But I wasn't drinking," she quickly added.
"Oh, nice, like he's going to fucking believe that!" Angel snarled, while punching Amanda. "Nice fucking job."
"Don't touch her," Farra shouted from the back.
"Fuck off," was Angel's reply. "You fucking whore," quickly followed.
Trying to regain control of the situation, I screamed at them, but they just ignored me, as the verbal tirades continued. I knew it wasn't going to be easy dealing with this crew. I kept my composer the best I could.
Proceeding to the back of the car, I looked at Kim, who was obviously embarrassed by the scene around her. I proceeded to ask her several questions, all that she answered after a bit of hesitation. It seemed the four of them where coming from a house party, everyone was drinking, except for Amanda, she swore. Everything was going fine until they walked in on Farra, who she said was "entertaining three young men."
"What do you mean when you say entertaining?" I asked her several times.
She just blushed and said, "You know."
I looked at Farra -- she just looked away. I enjoyed watching her squirm, since I kind of knew the answer anyways, but I had to keep asking. Angel, who must have been listening to Kim's story, as she was screaming at Farra, quickly joined in. "She was blowing them, you fucking pervert!"
