I was pulled over on the side of the road, blue and red lights flashing behind me. Oh great. A Paddy Wagon, really? It was about 10 o'clock and I was on my way to the store for a couple bottles of wine to unwind after yet another fight with my boss at work. Already being pretty pissed, I am not in the mood for this.
It seemed like I was waiting for ever for you to get to my window. You tap and when I lower it only halfway you ask me why. "May I have your name and badge number please?" You recite your badge number and say your name is Bud Farva, which sounds oddly familiar to me but you didn't hesitate so I don't question you further on it. You ask me for my license and registration. I hand it over and you go back to your car.
You come back after what felt like an eternity and ask me to please step out of the car. I asked why and you just repeat your demand in a more angry tone of voice. I tell you I don't have to do anything until you tell me what I was being accused of. You say there is a warrant out for my arrest for a DUI. Knowing this is absolutely impossible I immediately lost my temper and launched myself out of the car in a fit of rage.
Before I could even get a word out you grab my wrist, spin me around and slam me into my car, holding my wrists behind my back. I try to break your grasp but you are much too strong for my petit frame. I could feel your whole body deeply pressing against mine and your breath on the back of my neck as you handcuff me and ask "Do you know what you're in for little girl?" I was still trying to fight you off as you tighten the cuffs around my wrists.
"Try all you want but you will not be able to escape me." You whispered in my ear in an eerily amused voice. I wasn't going to accept my fate quite yet. Yelling and swearing, the struggling had pushed my skirt up to reveal the bottom of my ass and the straps to my tank top were falling, exposing the majority of one of my tits. I tried one more time, I lifted my foot off the ground in an attempt to kick you and maybe push you backwards. No sooner do I lift my foot you kick it to the side so my legs were spread. I would have fallen over if you weren't of been holding me so tightly to the car.
Holding my wrists with one hand you take a step back and notice how much of a hot mess I am. I can feel one of your fingers lightly straying up my inner thigh, back down. You trail up the other one, and back down again. My mind was nowhere to be found as I tried contemplating what exactly was happening.