"Ma'am, do you know that you were traveling in excess of the speed limit?" The motorcycle officer leaned on Gloria's compact car's roof as he bent his huge frame over to peer into her open driver's window. His flashlight shone in her startled face, causing her to blink and cringe reflexively.
"This lonely country road is the most dangerous stretch of pavement in the state of Hawaii. It sharply winds down a very steep hill with no street lights and tall sugar cane fields on either side that obscure a motorist's vision." With a loud sigh of obvious disgust, the officer continued his lecture, "And what do you do? You come speeding down the hill, not knowing or caring what's around the next sharp turn. You're an accident just waiting to happen. Let me see your driver's license, car registration, insurance card, and safety papers."
Gloria scrambled to find her license in her purse, and then leaned over to frantically search her car's glove compartment for her registration, insurance, and safety check papers. In so doing, her miniskirt rode up her parted legs to amply display the crotch of her lacy bikini panty. This sight was not lost on the officer whose flashlight beam highlighted the valley of her thighs, and when Gloria righted herself, down her blouse's neckline.
Gloria was an attractive petite Filipina in her late twenties with a shoulder-length bob of her jet-black hair. Although small-breasted, she discovered that a push-up demi-bra and an extra blouse button left undone on her V-neck blouses did much to compensate for her limited chest assets. When combined with short skirts, high heels, and a willingness to bend over from the waist, Gloria attracted her fair share of male attention, especially those of her boss and the much older partners of the law firm. It was this mind-set that made Gloria oblivious that seated in her low compact car, she was flashing an awful lot of flesh to the motorcycle officer who towered over her.
Returning from his motorcycle, the surly demeanor of the officer told Gloria that she was in deep trouble. "Missy, your driver's license, registration, and safety check are all expired. Furthermore, you have several outstanding citations ranging from parking tickets to speeding citations to one involving driving under the influence. Given your infractions and current moving violation, I should take you into custody right now, and have your car towed and impounded."
Gloria hastily tried to offer a feeble explanation in her defense, and then when that failed, desperately implored, "Please, can't you let this go?" With her, her voice becoming a little girl's whimper Gloria whined, "I can't have another ticket. I can't afford to lose my license. I need my car to get to work because if I'm late, I'll be fired. Please!" Then out of sheer panic when there was no response to her entreaties, Gloria, reaching out to touch the officer's gloved hand, whispered, "I'll do anything...anything you want...if you let me go..."
The silence was deafening. Then finally the officer said, "Miss, this is an extremely dangerous corner to carry on any meaningful intercourse. Up ahead and on the right is a dirt road that leads into the cane fields.
"If you want to present other considerations as to why I shouldn't cite you for your moving violation, you can drive your car down that road, and I'll be right behind you. However, if you don't want to, drive on and I just write you up and file my report. You will be arrested soon thereafter, your driver's license revoked with possible detention and court time."
There was something about the way the motorcycle officer presented his ultimatum that made Gloria sit up, gulp, and quickly acquiesce. However, as she drove down the pitched black side road with sugar cane stalks higher than her car, she began to have second thoughts.
Gloria hadn't really taken notice of this police officer, and couldn't even recall his face. All she knew was that he was a big man with a deep rumbling voice, a barrel chest and muscular arms that stretched his black leather jacket. A broad leather belt encircled his trim waist, displaying his sidearm, ammunition pouch, and handcuffs. When his over-six-foot frame was mounted on rumbling massive motorcycle glaring headlight and flashing blue strobe, he exuded an intimidating presence that set Gloria's heart beating rapidly although she didn't know whether it was out of fear or something else.
Gloria drove until she was in the center of the cane field, and she knew that the towering sugarcane easily obscured any view of her small car from the main road. The cane stalks eerily reminded Gloria of the bars of a prison cell and what might happen if she couldn't convince the motorcycle cop to let her go. Then, as if on cue, she saw in her rearview mirror the officer's headlight flashing and stopped her car.
"Turn off your engine and lights," the officer said when he appeared next to her open window, his flashlight blinding her. When she complied, Gloria found herself immediately plunged into a sea of pitch blackness. The only sources of light were the officer's flashlight and his motorcycle headlight that was directed at her car.
Stammering a hasty plea for mercy, Gloria' was abruptly stopped when the officer interjected, "You smell like you've been drinking. Have you?" Before Gloria knew it, she had admitted to "having a few."
"Miss, I must ask you to exit your car," was the immediate response that rumbled out of the officer's throat.
Realizing the significance of his command, Gloria got out of her car, hoping that in so doing, she didn't stumble and fall. She had been partying all night, downed more than a few before making her office rounds in the confines of the posh law offices.
Gloria was instructed to exhale into a strange contraption, and when she gave a slight puff, the officer forcefully told her to "blow." When he read the results of her compliance by the headlight of his motorcycle, she realized for the first time just how inky dark it was beyond their little pool of light. With a sinking feeling, Gloria knew that no one knew that they were there in the middle of the cane field.
"Miss, according to this reading, you are legally drunk. I am going to have to arrest you."
"No! Please, I can't be arrested. I'd lose my job! Please, don't. Give me a chance...please! I'll...do...anything! Anything you want...anything!"
"What? Like what, Miss? Are you trying to entice and entrap me? Are you a law enforcement officer in disguise? Are you pulling a 'sting' operation against motorcycle cops? I don't appreciate being set up!"
When Gloria emphatically denied being an undercover law officer or trying to entrap him, the officer's retort was, "How do I know? For all I know you're 'wired' and taping everything I say. I heard of motorcycle officers being targeted for misconduct. I should just arrest you and be done with this." When she repeated her denial, his only retort was, "Prove it!"
Gloria gulped nervously for she knew that her next actions would determine if she would be immediately arrested or would stand a chance of being let go. She knew that she had to do to something to show that she wasn't wired, but did she have the guts to do what was necessary? But then again, if she didn't prove that she wasn't wired, she would surely go to jail and be canned from her job. With that in mind, Gloria began to unbutton her blouse.
"What are you doing, Miss!" The officer statement surprised Gloria who stood in the head light of his motorcycle, but it did not stop her from removing her unbuttoned blouse. As she unzipped her miniskirt and stepped out of it, the officer hastily blurted, "I'm not asking you or making you remove your clothes. You know that! What you're doing has been of your own volition."
However, when Gloria didn't say anything and just stood before him clad only in her lacy skimpy undergarments, he finally chuckled and said, "Why Miss you sure are a bold one. But, for all I know you could have a 'bug' planted in your bra or tucked in the crotch of your panties. You're going to have to a whole lot better than that before I cuff you and call for a blue-and-white patrol car and a tow truck."
Having come this far, Gloria realized that she couldn't stop. Turning her back to the officer, she reached back to unhook her push-up bra, and after removing it, shimmying out of her skimpy panties. Tossing her lingerie into her car, Gloria turned around to stand there in the harsh light of the motorcycle headlight with her right forearm across her breasts and her left hand covering her pussy.
"Well, Miss, you are full of surprises, but you still could be covering up being wired for sound." Gloria gasped when he started to reach for his handcuffs, and then slowly lowered her hand to stand demurely in unabashed nudity.
"Jeez," the officer gasped, "Look it you. You're a cute sassy little Filipina with smooth light caramel skin and dark black hair. I knew you were small-breasted, but I didn't know that your titties were that small. If it wasn't for your big nipples, I would think you were a little girl." He stepped forward and continued, "Especially with that clean-shaven pussy of yours. Yes, siree, you look like a little twelve-year-old girl instead of a grown woman."
Gloria shuddered involuntarily as her stiffening nipples were roughly pinched, then rolled between the leather of his thumbs and forefingers. A sharp gap escaped her lips as he tweaked and tugged them to their fullest extent from her heaving chest. When Gloria looked at him pleadingly, she saw his blatant grin and knew that he was enjoying her squirming in pain.
"Stand still," the officer commanded as he slowly snaked a leather-encased palm down her trembling stomach to unexpectedly cup and squeeze her hairless pussy. Her thighs clamped on his hand to prevent his fingers from delving between her engorged cunt lips. "Spread them," he ordered out of frustration, "spread your legs wide for me...or else."
However, with eyes pressed shut, Gloria shook her head in a refusal of his demand as her hands struggled to grip his wrist of his molesting hand.
