The Set Up
Junior was going on a fishing trip next weekend. He would leave Friday and come back Sunday night. She had a girls night out planned for Saturday. Perfect.
I waited in the club she and her friends were going to. First dinner, then clubbing. There would be six of them. They were all hot. The boys would be in heat when they saw them. I sat at a table in the far corner. Watching. It was 10 o clock and they had the pedal to the metal. Drinks flowed like spring water. No slowing down for them. They danced on the dance floor, guys would circle them. Trying to work into their circle. They flirted with them, danced up against them, teased them, let them buy them drinks but the boys would go home empty handed. I watched the show sipping my beer.
One guy was really getting her worked up. He was a stud. Her friends were getting concerned. She was getting wasted and he kept the drinks coming. He even went and sat at her table with the rest of the herd. He was the Alpha. The others knew their place and the pecking order had been established. He was trying to cut her from the herd and getting a little too handsy. I watched as he rubbed his crotch against her ass, his hands on her boobs. She had her eyes closed. She was drunk and she enjoyed his attention.
Her friend intervened and warned him off. He wasn't taking no for an answer but dialed it down a little. He got her back on the dance floor and had his hands all over her again. She was feeling no pain and wasn't discouraging him. Her friends watched her and moved in between them. He was getting pissed.
I saw him leave the floor and head to the bathroom. I followed. As he stood at the urinal I walked up behind him and flashed my badge. We were alone. I quietly told him to forget the girl, she wasn't worth a trip downtown or the cavity search he would receive once he got there. He got the message and went the other way. I went out to my car and sat. Waiting.
Around one o'clock they came out of the club. They were laughing, staggering and loud. She went to her car and one of her girlfriends got in the passenger side. She was not part of my plan. I would work with it. She should not have been driving, the alcohol had not worn off enough, but that worked in my favor as well.
I knew where she lived so I hung back. She had to drive through a dark rural stretch to get home. I called the dispatcher to find out who was one duty in that zone. I knew the guy well. I called him on my cell and told him I was working a CI and would pull them over on a 'probable'. I wanted him to drive by as backup. He agreed and said to give him 20 minutes to get over to where I was.
I hung back further and killed my lights. There was no one for miles on this dark stretch of road. I sped up to within 50 feet of her car, flashed my dash lights and turned on my brights. Her response was typical. She hit her brakes and decelerated hoping I would pass her. I didn't. She kept driving for a couple of minutes. She was in a panic. I had come from nowhere and now she was being pulled over. After a hard night partying. She was probably shitting herself, looking for breath freshener and screaming at her friend. I hit the siren. She put on her turn signal and on to the shoulder. I gave her a minute to let the suspense build up.
I was in plains clothes, so I took my badge and hung it on the chain around my neck. I clipped my holster on my belt so she could see it. I walked up to the car and lit up the interior with my small handheld flashlight. Her eyes squinted as she rolled down the window. I could tell she was in a panic, she knew she was facing a DUI.
"Can I see your driver's license and registration?"
"Are you a real cop?" her friend asked. "You don't have a uniform."
"I am a real cop, this is a real badge and this is a real gun. License and registration, I won't ask again."
She fumbled around in the floor board for her purse.
"Keep your hands where I can see them" I ordered "and move real slowly."
"I want to see your badge, I pay your salary, I know my rights" her friend said her words slurring. She was getting spun up.
"Shut up Brit" she snapped at her friend.
"Have you ladies been drinking?" I asked
Both shut up at that question and I could see reality starting to set in.
"I asked you a question" I demanded.
"That's none of your business" her friend Brit said.
"Step out of the vehicle, now" I replied.
"Damn it Brit!" shooting her friend a look. Brit put her hand on the door handle.
"YOU, stay in the car and keep your hands on the dashboard. YOU" I said pointing my finger at the girl for emphasis "turn off the engine, step out of your vehicle, NOW!"
I watched as her shaking fingers felt for the key and shut off the engine. I kept the light beam on their faces and stepped back so she could open the door. I got a good look up her skirt as she swung her left leg out of the car and then her right. Her black lace panties matched her short skirt. As she stood up her legs wobbled and she leaned against her car for support.
"So how many drinks have you had this evening, and be honest."
"I am not sure."
I took her by the arm and led her to the back of the car and set her against her trunk. I told her to stay put while I went and checked on her friend. I could see she was trembling and starting to sober up some. The adrenaline was pounding through her blood system. She pulled at her skirt and her crop top trying to adjust herself so that she looked presentable. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. I walked to the passenger side and opened the passenger door.
"Step out of the vehicle" I told Brit.
She didn't say anything and when she stood up I turned her around, placing her hands on the roof to give her a frisk.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Checking you for weapons and controlled substances."
I ran my hands down the outside of her body, then along her arms and back towards her torso. I opened my palms and felt along her shoulders. I pressed my body up against her back as my hands felt her boobs, giving them a firm squeeze. I could feel her body stiffen as my fingers played along her orbs, brushing firmly against her hardening nipples. I ran my hand below her boobs, lifting them and then ran them down her stomach to her bare legs where her dress ended midthigh. I slipped my hands beneath her hem and ran them back up the front and inside of her thighs. I could feel heat radiating from between them and slipped my fingers to her mons where I felt her naked mound. She was going commando tonight. Brit gave an audible 'umph' when my fingers slipped between her moist lips and dipped just inside her opening. Her ass drew back reflexively and ground into my hardened cock in response.
"HEY! What are you doing?!" she demanded.
"Stay still and don't move" I said in response to her actions. I then squeezed her lips with my fingers, giving them a slight tug, feeling the slippery flesh roll against each other. A sigh erupted from her as I gently played with her sex. I then slipped my hands around her hips and down to her ass letting one hand slide between her ass cheeks. My fingers probed her rosebud, then down to her ankles. I stood erect and took her by the elbow and led her to the rear of my car and placed her in the back seat, then shut the door securing her inside.
I walked back toward the front of my car where 'Candy' was waiting. I asked her again how much she had to drink. She said "Not that much, really."
"Okay, then you won't mind submitting to a sobriety test." I had her step to the edge of the road where the painted line was located. I had her take a few steps one foot in front of the other. She stumbled on the third step.
"Okay. Let me check you with the breathalyzer." I leaned her back up against the trunk of her car and popped the trunk of mine to retrieve the test kit. It is basically a black box with a tube on the end. I had her blow and she blew well over the margin for a DUI. I showed her the result and she hung her head. I turned her around and placed her hands on the trunk of her car and went through the same frisk I had given her friend.
I patted her shoulders, underneath her arms down to her waist. My hands moved across her bare midriff to her front, then up her torso to her crop top. I cupped and lifted her breasts feeling their heft and gave them a nice slow squeeze. I played my fingers over their front and my fingers found her hardening nipples, tweaking them a few times. She let out an audible sigh while I enjoyed their feel.
I traveled my hands back to her sides and squatted down to where her ass was just inches from my face. My hands grasped her ankles and I ran them up each leg feeling them up to her thighs to her skirt. I did this first to the right and then the left leg. I stood up and reached my right hand beneath her skirt and cupped her mound. Her heat was noticeable and she gave a quiet moan when I squeezed it firmly. She was soaking wet. My fingers probed and played with her lips, teasing them and pressing the fabric of her silk panties inside.
Candy gave an distinctive "Uhhhhh", her body was responding to me playing with her sex.
I was rock hard by this point and wanted to really put the shoes to her right there but I needed to be patient. That would come in due time. I placed her hands in cuffs and had her lean forward against the trunk, facing the front of the car.
The responding officer I had previously called pulled up about that time. His flashing lights lit up the woods surrounding the dark roadway. I walked to his car and he asked if I still needed his help. I said yes but to just sit tight a few minutes.
I walked past her car and shone my light through the front seat as if I was looking for something. I walked around to the passenger side and leaned in. I stood erect and held a small packet of white powder up as if I was giving it a good look over. I held it long enough for her to notice what I was doing. I slowly walked back to my car and opened the door to retrieve Brit and walked her toward the other officers car. I stood her just out of earshot from her friend and held the small packet of powder up to her.
"Is this yours?" I asked.
"What is it? NO!" she exclaimed.
I opened the rear door to the marked cruiser and sat her inside.
"This was found beneath the floor mat on the side you were sitting in. I will ask you again, is this yours?"
"I've never seen that before, No its not mine" the gravity of the situation starting to set in.
"So it belongs to your friend, the driver?"
"I guess, I don't know. It's not mine...I don't know what it is" she said tears starting to roll down her eyes.
I closed the door and had the officer step out. I explained to him that I was running an undercover op and was going to flip the driver into being a CI. He asked what he needed to do, I told him to take the girl in the back to the station and let her sleep it off in the drunk tank "charges pending" and then to let her out in the morning. I laughed and said maybe a night cooling her jets will straighten out her attitude. He smiled knowingly and said 'No problem.' As an after thought he asked about the driver. I told him I would take care of her and that I really appreciated his help, and that I owed him one. He smiled at the chit I just gave him, then got back into his car and drove off.
