Laura pumped the gas with her high heels, cruising down the dark highway. This late on a Saturday night there were only a few other cars, all driving slowly to avoid arrest. Most people were coming home from parties, and the cops were on the lookout for drunk drivers.
Despite wearing a tight top and short skirt, Laura hadn't met anyone at the party that night. The tall, voluptuous brunette decided to come home alone. But the long stretch of open highway and the beer in her stomach made Laura ache for a different kind of nighttime adventure. She spread her thighs in the seat, allowing the pink cotton mini skirt to inch upwards. Her pussy was pressed against the warm leather. Laura turned up the radio to loud rap. She could feel the bass vibrating through her panties as the music described busting nuts on stripper's faces.
With her breasts squeezed tightly in her lace bra, Laura licked her lips as she sped down the highway. The need for release was growing stronger with every mile.
A hundred yards ahead of her, Laura saw the faint outline of a hidden police car. It was parked cleverly in the bushes, lying in wait for speeders. Her car's low beams glinted on the almost hidden blue reflector tape.
Laura made a decision. She rolled down her windows and turned the radio up full blast. Then she slammed on the gas, accelerating to 100 miles per hour. Her black Mazda flew past the cop, hardcore rap pouring from the windows.
Sure enough, the cop peeled out and turned on his siren. Laura caught her breath. Her natural guilt at being pulled over tugged at her throat. Now that it was actually happening, Laura became afraid. What was she thinking, a good girl like her? She had never done anything like this before.
With a fluttering heart, Laura slowed down and pulled over in the far left emergency lane. She cut the radio. In the rear view mirror behind her, she saw the cop get out of his car. With the glare of the police lights, she could only see his silhouette as he approached her. Laura bit her lip and closed her eyes to steady her nerves.
All of sudden she heard a knock on the window. She looked up to see the blue uniformed cop shining a flashlight into her car. She quickly rolled down her window.
"License and registration please," he intoned, in the stern voice that policemen always used. She nodded and reached over to her glove box to pull out the documents.
The cop examined the license with his flashlight. Without the bright light shining onto her, Laura could see his hard, clean-shaven face, framed by dark black eyebrows. Right at eye level the stiff blue shirt was tucked tightly into his belt. He smelled vaguely of aftershave. All of a sudden, Laura grew naughty again.
The cop shined the flashlight into her face.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
She smiled at him and lowered her lashes demurely.
"Probably because I was speeding. I'm sorry, officer," she purred.
"You were going 45 miles over the speed limit. Do you know how many points that will be on your license?" His voice remained stern.
Laura felt nervous. Her driving record had been clean for the past three years. And what if he wasn't game?
"No, I don't. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again," she said, trying to inject as much contriteness as she could into her voice.
"Sorry or not, I'm giving you a ticket."
"No please! Isn't there ah..." Laura pushed her shoulders back and licked her lips. "Isn't there something I could do to work it out?"
The cop flashed his light over her again, lingering on her party clothes and gold earrings.
"Ma'am have you been drinking tonight?"
Laura's heart beat fast. He wasn't taking the bait. Well, hopefully she could deny the proposition if it came to that.
"I just had one beer," she told him.
"We'll see about that." The police officer pulled out a breathalyzer from his belt. "Blow into this."
Laura pursed her red lips around the tube and blew. He took it back and read the display.
"Over the legal limit. Ma'am, please step out of the car," he said
