Sophia shouldn't have been driving. That much was clear even to her. But she had driven to the party with one of her friends that had hooked up with a guy and left early, so she was on her own for the ride home. Not that having Liz with her would have really been a plus, since they'd both been drinking heavily, but at least there would've been someone there to help her stay awake and pay attention to her driving. As it was she had her radio turned way up and the air conditioner as cold as it would go in the hopes of keeping herself alert. It felt like it was working, but she was naive to think so. The reality is that she was slowly drifting between the sides of her lanes and she was occasionally nodding off in microsleeps that were endangering her and everyone else on the road.
Not to mention she was mad! They say you should never drive angry, but she sure was. Liz was supposed to be her best friend, after all, but she had left the party with Jeremy. And Liz knew she had a crush on him since High School. Sure, she had never gotten the nerve together to do anything about it, but Jeremy should've been off limits.
Just then, when she was remembering what she had seen them doing in the bathroom together, a pair of flashing blue lights appeared in her rearview mirror and she swore to herself.
"Fuck"!
As soon as she saw the lights she knew she was in trouble. As soon as she saw them she knew she would never be able to convince the cop she hadn't been drinking. Her parents would freak out!! They would make her move back home, and take her car. It would be humiliating! Just thinking about it she wanted to die.
As she eased off the road and into an old abandoned parking lot, she felt her heart beating out of her chest.
She knew she was in trouble, but she had no idea how much trouble she was actually in.
***
Officer Mike LaNassa was enjoying his evening. This long, dark, empty highway was his favorite place to work patrol. First off, it was a great place to catch a nap on the clock. He would set up his cruiser behind this special stand of trees and no one could see him from the road, especially at night. He could close his eyes and rest. He never really took advantage of it, just a few minutes here and there, but it was still a nice perk. Second, this highway was a favorite for teenagers and college pukes that were out drinking at parties all night and trying to avoid the higher chance of a ticket on the Interstate. It was the perfect place to set up and catch three or four a night and keep his numbers way the hell up. His bosses loved him for it because he always got way over his quota of drunks using this road.
There was another opportunity that this afforded him, but he was trying not to think about that right now, because he didn't want to get worked up for nothing. Sometimes when the right opportunity came up a DWI stop could be a lot of fun...
The weather was just turning cool, so he had the windows down. There was a turkey sandwich and a bag of chips in his trunk for when he got hungry. He had a good book that he was reading, and basically looking forward to a nice, long easy night.
That's when his first candidate blew past him.
That's what he called them when he saw them speeding or driving erratically, he called them candidates. Mike had never really taken time to think about what they were candidates for, but he still called them that. He threw his book into the passenger's seat, turned on his overhead lights and pulled out.
As soon as he got behind this one, he knew he had them. They were driving 15 miles an hour too fast and weaving in and out of their lane. As he was expecting as soon as they saw the lights they slowed way down, but didn't really stop weaving. The driver must be really intoxicated.
The other thing that he really liked about his special setup spot was that it was not far from an old abandoned gas station parking lot. There was a lot of overgrowth around it now, and it looked like an enticing and safe place for the drivers to pull over to get their ticket, but once both cars were all the way in and the lights were off, it was very secluded. Even if another car did pass, they were unlikely to see anything that was going on. And sometimes he really liked the privacy.
Just as he expected, the driver turned into the abandoned parking lot. As soon as they stopped he got on the loudspeaker in his car and said "Driver, turn off your engine." He waited and saw the headlights of the car go out. He felt a small relief. Usually when a driver complies with the first thing you tell them, it makes it less likely that they will cause violent trouble later.
Now it was time to run their plate. He liked to give them a lot of time to get scared over the traffic stop. He wanted to give them enough time to get really nervous when he walked up. Most people were a lot more compliant after that.
He ran the plate on his ancient patrol laptop. It was an old model, blue Toyota Corolla and it was registered to a pleasantly plump looking middle aged woman in a nearby suburb. She was dressed very nicely in her driver's License photo and he didn't think she would drive a car this old or this small. She looked like more of the SUV, soccer mom type.
This confirmed what he had already assumed, that this was just going to be some teenager or college kid that was drunk and about to get in a lot of trouble.
Running the plates took about five minutes, and from experience he knew that the driver would be ready to crawl out of their skin by now. So he got out of the car, adjusted his gun belt and unsnapped his holster, pulled out his powerful flashlight and headed for the car.
***
Mike LaNassa was a tall and handsome man with dark hair and eyes. Unlike some of his fellow officers that spent all of their time at the gym trying to get bulked up and ripped muscles, he had long ago decided that speed and agility were a better defense on the streets than sheer muscle. Consequently he was an avid runner, and there wasn't an ounce of fat to be found anywhere on him. Every morning and every evening of his life he ran five miles in his neighborhood. He did one ten mile run on his days off, and four times a year he ran a half marathon.
It used to be that he ran a full marathon once a year, and he was certainly in shape for it, but one year he ran one, and two days later he had to make a drug bust. He was so tired from the marathon that he almost missed a knife when he was patting the man down. It could have gotten him or one of his friends killed and that was not a chance he could take again. So as much of a running fanatic as he was, he avoided running anything longer than a half marathon in a day.
But the result was the same. His dedication to running and fitness left him with a slender, powerful body and very quick reflexes. Two things that go well in law enforcement. Of course it didn't hurt him when he went to the bars either. He always had plenty of options by the end of the night. But more and more he was getting drawn to another type of fun.
***
Sophia was sitting quietly in her car, already crying. She was in a shit load of trouble and she knew it. She was a pretty girl. She had long blond hair, a slender frame and large breasts that stood out nice and proud. She knew that sometimes police officers would give breaks to cute girls, especially if they could see some skin, and so she quickly unbuttoned her top an extra button. She was wearing a cream colored silk blouse with no bra. She liked it because it always showed the impressions of her nipples through the thin, sheer material. It certainly got a lot of attention from the boys when she wore it to parties.
The officer got out of his patrol car and walked slowly up to her vehicle. She waited as patiently as she could, but couldn't control her fidgeting. She checked her hair in the mirror one last time and then straightened her top to make sure that she was showing maximum cleavage. She was willing to flirt with this guy is she needed to, to get out of the ticket. She watched him approach in her side view mirror and thought to herself that he wasn't too bad looking.
...
Mike walked up to the driver's side window and tapped on the glass. It was an old fashioned crank window, and she hurried to roll it down. He smiled as the movement made her breasts jiggle. This was a good looking girl. Maybe his evening would turn out better than he had hoped.
"Good evening, Miss" he said authoritatively. "Do you know why I pulled you over this evening?"
"No sir." She said.
