Jenny was a very beautiful young woman in her early twenties with tan, sun-kissed skin and golden, honey colored hair.
She was in her third semester in college, but wasn't your typical college student. She rarely partied on weekends and almost never drank.
College meant something more to her. Having grown up spoiled by her wealthy parents, her father made it very clear to her that if she wanted to continue her expensive lifestyle she would have to attend all of her classes and do well.
So she made it a point to always complete her assignments and be on time to her classes.
One day after a night of intense studying she decided to make a run to Starbucks before heading off to class. Jenny ordered her usual, a regular mocha cappachino and glanced at her Louis Vouton watch realizing that she only had 10 minutes to make it to class.
She grabbed her coffee, jumped into her pearl colored Lexus SUV and decided to step it up a little on the gas on her way to class.
"If I could just make it there in 5 minutes I would have just enough time to get parking and slide into class," she thought to herself. "I'm never this late," she shouted to herself looking into the mirror on her visor while applying her berry colored lip gloss.
By now she was pushing 50 mph in a 25 mph zone. And just as she was about to slam the visor shut she caught a glimpse of a motorcycle cop in the mirror. "Shit!" she shouted to herself, immediately hitting her brakes to slow down.
Officer Dan just happened to be coming off duty when he caught a glimpse of Jenny speeding past on an intersecting street. Now he was behind her, his lights glaring bright red and blue. "Pull over immediately!" shouted Officer Dan on his loudspeaker.
"Damn!" Jenny shouted as she began to pull her shiny SUV over into an old, dilapadated parking lot. She instinctively reached into her purse and pulled out her driver's license and then attempted to reach into the glove box to grab her registration when Officer Dan tapped on her window.
Pressing the button to lower her window, she quickly thought to herself, "Jenny make this quick. Give him what he wants and get out of here."
"Excuse me, ma'am, can I get your license and registration?" Officer Dan said peering through eighties-styled, mirrored shades.
"Yes? Is there a problem Officer?" Jenny questioned handing over her driver's license, giving a seductive smile.
Officer Dan feeling disgruntled over the shit that motorists had been giving him all day was feeling extra irritated at that moment and began thinking about what he could do this spoiled, little bitch in some back alley. He wanted to make her pay the ultimate price for attempting to use her feminity to win him over.
"Yes," he said. You were going double the speed limit and that's a serious offense," he said, getting a hard-on from his authoratative presence over her.
"I'm sorry officer, but I'm late for class...I normally don't speed or break any other law," Jenny blurted out, beginning to feel a little uneasy about the way he was looking at her. "Please, if I don't make it to class my dad will kill me," she pleaded.
"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a thing or two about what happens when you do the wrong thing and break the law then" he shouted. "I want you to pull your vehicle behind that abandoned building over there and maybe, just maybe, I'll take it easy on you," Officer Dan said with a smirk.
By this time Officer Dan's dick was throbbing with anticipation. He had always fantasized about pulling over some young bitch and fucking her against her will. In his mind all women had it coming to them and this one was about to get hers.