It's strange how things work out. She had been making this trip for years and this was finally the last one. She was happy that her mom had finally decided to sell and move to California with her brother Tommy.
After she dropped her mom off at the airport she stopped at a store to pick up some wine, since all the stores would be closed by the time she got home. Damn she hated this long trip home, especially when she thought about what happened that hot icky summer night a few months ago on one of her return trips home.
It all flashed back at her; the scared, angry and humiliated feelings returned.
It was late at night, the end of another mid-summer scorcher, still hot and muggy, as she made the same long boring trip home after another visit with her mother. Her damn air-conditioning was busted, so she had unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her front hooking bra, and opened both front windows to get a good breeze to cool off. After awhile she stopped at a small, now deserted, rest area to take a quick snooze.
All of a sudden, she woke startled and scared, and tried to gather her senses quickly. She heard a rapping noise on the driver's side door. The first thing she saw was a blue and red light flashing at an insidious pace in the rear view mirror. She realized finally that it must be a police officer who had disturbed her from her sleep; she turned to the open window beside her and was instantly blinded by a bright light which seemed to have risen from her lap, right in her face. All she saw was the outline of a tall person, who mumbled something like wake up or wake up ma'am, but she did not catch it.
A few seconds later the light moved off her face and panned throughout the car and soon was back on her, but this time not in her face and eyes but lower again.
She glanced down to where the light had stopped, and gasped. In all the confusion she had forgotten that she was so exposed. The light remained motionless. Now it was obvious that this person had looked there before and was such an asshole that he needed to go back for another look. Luckily for her the thin cups of her loose bra actually covered most of her breasts, but there was still an awful lot more exposed than a "good proper lady" wanted anyone to ever see. She wondered how long he had been looking before she had woken up. Did he move the bra to see her full, very well-proportioned breasts, or not? Did he have so much time that he even masturbated while she slept?
She quickly looked back out the window and then could see that it was a male police officer. He stammered and gawked and almost drooled at the sight of her, but finally moved the light back to her face. In a masculine and very authoritarian voiced he said, "May I see your license and registration, Miss"
As she moved to get the information out of her purse, the light shifted again to her breasts and illuminated them all too well. She reached for her purse and the cups shifted, which gave him a great view of her beautiful but now bare breasts for a second or two. She knew for sure now that he had seen her breasts by the guttural sound she heard him make. She quickly stopped looking in the purse and very deliberately buttoned one button on her blouse, looked right at him with evil eyes, thought about cursing him all to fuckin hell, but thought better of it. He was a fuckin cop and she didn't dare. The damage was done, and she was mad at herself too, for getting in this awkward predicament. Finally she went back to her purse, retrieved the information and handed it to him. All the time the light had remained on her cleavage and upper breasts. It was obvious he was a fuckin filthy pervert and would do anything for a thrill.
After he gave her a very quick look he asked, "What's your name, miss?" Then he looked down at the license.
"Melissa Lee Hammon," Missy replied
"Where do you live?"
"Right where it says on my license, but apartment 2D if you are that interested," she said with a defiant, mean edge in her voice.
He looked at her face very closely. And decided to let it pass.
"Well Miss Hammon, it is very dangerous to sleep on the side of the road especially as unclad as you are. Anything could happen to such a fine and pretty lady as you. You could be molested, raped, or even murdered out here on the lonely road. There is a motel just down the road a bit in Pleasant Corners; I suggest that you sleep there and not here. I would surely hate to have any harm come to such a pretty little thing as you."
As he attempted to hand back the license and registration, he actually seemed to flip them in such a way that they both landed where the light had been shining ninety-five percent of the time, and was again: right in her cleavage. Then he waited for her to fish them out and finally said with a smirk, "Have very a nice evening miss," turned, and walked back to his cruiser as she watched in the mirror.
She sat there for a bit, reflecting on what just happened, and got more pissed by the moment. As she put her papers back in her purse, he pulled out and headed down the road in the same direction that she needed to go, which pissed her off even more. Usually a fuckin cop would turn around and head back in the opposite direction, but no, not this asshole.
As Missy pulled back on the highway and headed down the dark lonely road she quickly caught up to him and had to follow him all the way to town where he finally pulled into a creepy sleazy looking hick bar. Once she got out of sight, she sped up and got out of there as fast as she could.
She knew what that damned egotistical male macho asshole was thinking. He wanted to mangle her beautiful breasts with his filthy hands, put his itty-bitty teeny weenie thingy in her cleavage and cum on her tits as well as many other things. She also knew that she would be the brunt of a lot of exaggerated talk about this hot bitch driving almost naked. She would bet that he would say that he had fucked her and she had given him a free blow job too! What a fuckin control freak weasel, and overall 'GOD Damned SOB'. She would just love to get him alone and teach him a thing or two sometime.
She remembered back to the last time, over a year ago, when someone pissed her off that much. She could remember every little detail of it. He died shortly afterwards, and she had read every gory detail of his death, an unsolved homicide, and had actually made a scrapbook of all the newspaper clippings. She really enjoyed herself when she looked through the scrapbook, and knew the killer was too smart to get caught, at least she hoped so.
But that was then and this is now. She just wondered why so many really hot looking men were such assholes. Hell, she could almost see herself liking this asshole. He was, after all, strong, quite cute. The glimpse of his ass she had seen as he left looked real good too, a real hunk, but still an asshole.
Now as Missy sped down the highway she saw the same rest area, and thought of that town again. What was it? Pleasant Corners, yeah that's it. A thought came to her and she started to think real hard. Unbelievably, she hoped to see that cruiser at the sleazy bar. She got a cold chill down the spine of her back and she smiled.
Please be there; please be there, PLEASE.
