My heart sank as the blue lights flashed in my mirror. I quickly checked my speed...I must have been doing well over 90 when they clocked me.
"Shit, shit SHIT," I muttered as I pulled into the next layby. It was after two in the morning and the road was deserted anyway, but even so. I turned off the music, switched off the engine and started to wind down the window...but then on impulse, I adjusted my shirt to show a little cleavage and decided to get out of the car instead.
Pushing open the door, I allowed my knee length skirt to ride up just a little as I lowered my stiletto-heeled feet to the ground. As I stood to close the door, I turned to greet the approaching police officer with a winning smile.
Unfortunately, the smile died on my lips when I clocked his sour expression. He strode up to me on long legs and I stared up at him in fascination - he was at least 6'5". His head was shaven but he was putting on his hat as he reached me.
"Good evening madam," he snapped.
"Hello," I mumbled nervously, crossing my arms over my chest and regretting ever even thinking I could flirt with this one.
He looked me up and down with piercing eyes as he flipped open his notebook.
"Are you aware of the speed limit on this stretch of carriageway?" he asked, removing his pencil from its holster on the book.
"Er...70?" I replied stupidly, looking up at him with big, round eyes.
He nodded stiffly. "70, thats correct. And you were travelling at..."...he consulted his notebook..."92.6mph."
I cast my eyes down at the floor. "Yes. Sorry."
"Your excessive speed has been recorded by our mobile camera. May I ask you to step over to the patrol car so I can show you the camera evidence and discuss the fixed penalty please madam." He had already turned away and was striding towards the police car. He walked to the rear door and opened it for me, waiting patiently as I tottered over and climbed demurely into the back seat. To my surprise, he got in after me and shut the door.
"We don't want the door taken off by a speeding driver now do we," he said sarcastically. He reached up and flicked a switch in the roof of the vehicle, which illuminated the car with light. That was when I realised there was another officer in the front seat. He turned to look over his shoulder at me and smiled pleasantly...he was very swarthy and good looking. His shoulders were so broad that he looked quite cramped up there in the front surrounded by all the radio and camera equipment.
"Evening madam," he grinned from beneath his dark shock of hair.
"This is Officer Rodriguez," murmured the huge policeman beside me as he started to fill out a long yellow form.
"Hi," I said shyly, slightly overwhelmed at being in such an enclosed space with two very large, very good looking men in uniform. I felt a flush creeping up my neck and into my face. "And I'm Officer Gladwin," he was saying.
Rodriguez was still smiling, watching me knowingly as I blushed. "So," he said, allowing his eyes to drop to my chest for a split second before returning to my face, "What brings you out here this time of night?"
I glanced down and was horrified to see that the damn top button of my shirt had come undone again - I kept meaning to fix it - and I was giving both of them a good eyeful. I groaned inwardly.
"We had a works do," I stammered as I hastily re-buttoned it, blushing furiously. Gladwin had removed his hat again and had paused in his form filling...to revel in my discomfort and stare openly at my chest.
"Driving licence please Miss...?" he asked drily.
"Allen," I said quickly, reaching into my bag for my licence and handing it to him. "And its Mrs," I added. He took the licence and stared at it dispassionately before resuming his form filling.
"What kind of works do?" Rodriguez was asking, now fully turned in his seat and smirking as though slightly amused.
"Oh, you know," I said vaguely, "Somebody leaving...any excuse for them all to get together and drink too much."
Gladwins eyebrows shot up. "And have you been drinking?" he enquired.
"No," I said firmly. "I don't drink at all."
"So," Rodriguez said, "Why wasn't your husband accompanying you on this do?"
"Lets just say they're not his kind of people," I grinned. I was feeling a bit more relaxed now. Gladwin handed me a yellow slip of paper and started giving me a speech about surrendering my licence, accepting 3 points and a fine of £60. I was rather distracted by the close stare of Officer Rodriguez.
"So," I said, putting my hand on the door handle, "Is that it?"