My name is Sara. I'm a 25 year old who just graduated from college. I'm white but with a fair tan. I have long black hair brown eyes and 36C tits. I live in San Diego and it's quite a party town especially since the border to Mexico is o close by and in Mexico you can do anything. I didn't mind going there when I was younger but as I grew up it started to loose interest with me. One day my boyfriend (who is a complete jerk) wanted to go out with our friends to Tijuana. I really didn't feel like going and I really didn't want to be around him. But, I eventually caved in and decided to go. The weather was kinda warm and I decided to wear my black skirt. It wasn't a short one it came to just above my knees. I then put on a matching black tube top with a white shear blouse. I was considering wearing a thong but I knew he was just going to get drunk and I would have to drive back while he threw up along the way, so I stuck to my white lace panties. Later that night our friends came over, or should I say his friend came over and off we were to Tijuana.
30 minutes after we left we crossed the border and headed to some clubs. Immediately they started drinking and making asses out of them selves. He didn't even pay attention that five guys had come over to me to talk, but being the loyal one I am I politely refused. Hours went on and they were getting worse. It was time to go and I took his keys and told him to watch my purse so I could get the.
I left the club and it seemed like the whole country was having a party. The streets were crowded and as I made my way to the car. I heard plenty of cat whistles and lots of drunken American were asking me to show them my tits. The Mexicans were saying something to me but after 3 years of Spanish class I haven't learned that much. I just ignored them all.
I got to the car and climbed in. As I was pulling out I noticed the sign said one way, which wasn't the way to the club. I had to follow the rules even if it is in Mexico. I kept going and going, but there was no where to make a u turn or street to turn down.
Mexican's were passing me buy and honking yelling something to me. I'm guessing it was because I was diving pretty slow. By now I was totally lost and going down streets I would like to get a flat tire on. Suddenly I heard a horn honking and some red lights in my mirror. "Oh shit." I said to myself. I pulled over and the only relief was that at least there are some cops around this dark street.
I saw two cops get out of their car but I only could make out the one that was approaching. He said something to me in Spanish, to which I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders.
"Why you run Stop sign?" he said.
"What Stop Sign?" I replied. He pointed in a general area and said it was there. He then asked me to get out. I did as he asked and almost immediately they were talking to each other in Spanish and snickering a little.
As I got out I noticed the one cops talking to me was fair skinned about the same as mine, with short brown hair and a fair shape. His partner other hand was darker and a bit rounder with a moustache. However, I was still a bit taller then both of them.
"Show me license." He said.
Just then it hit me that I left it with my boyfriend in my purse.
"Um, I don't have it on me. It's in my purse at the club."
"What club?" he asked.
I totally didn't know the names of these places. "I don't know its name, sir."
"Okay, show me Insurance." He asked.
I grabbed the insurance papers, but it didn't have my name on the policy.
"Did you steal truck?" he asked.
"No, of course not. It's my boyfriends."
"Where is boyfriend?"
"At the club."
"What club?"
"I told you I didn't remember the name"
I could tell that he didn't believe me. He then pulled me aside to the squad car and told me to place my hands on the car. Then he started to frisk me.
First it was professional as he checked my blouses collar and waist. But then, as he started to feel up my legs he slid my skirt higher and higher. I was shocked but didn't say anything. These guys already think I stole a car. He pulled it up to just my mid thigh and rubbed his has on the inner parts of my thighs.
I glanced over at his partner and saw him hiding a grin. I then knew these guys were just trying to have a good laugh at my expense. But I still played along, even when he placed his hands in my blouse. His hands searching for what I didn't know, but he brushed my tits plenty of times. He then stopped and motioned for his chunky partner to come over.
"He is new guy. I train him." He told me as his partner started to give me the same treatment.
They talked some more in Spanish and giggled as he did it. This time it was more obvious that he was feeling me up. When he was done the other one told me to turn around. I did and leaned against the car.
By this time I saw their name tag and the slimmer guy was Gomez and the bigger one was Rodriguez. Gomez motioned to his chest and told me to lift up my shirt.
"What! You guys already checked me there. I'm not doing that."
"We make sure that you have no weapons or drugs." He explained with a smile. "Please hurry." He stated.
Knowing that all these guys wanted to do was see some American's tits I figured Ill do it and get it over with. I know my boyfriend must be waiting for me. I reached under my shirt and bra. I gave a look around and noticed no one was around. I then lifted my shirt and bra and let my 36c tits come out.
They stood there smiling and talking to each other in Spanish again. The cool air rushed my nipples to harden. Gomez said. "I only ask for shirt. Not also bra." As he and Rodriguez talked he told me it was exposure and what I just did was illegal.
"Look like you under arrest for stealing a car and exposure." Gomez said.
"What! This is bullshit. I did nothing wrong. This is my boyfriend's car I swear!"
"But you did expose."
"You made me do that!"
"No I didn't" he remarked. "Turn around."
I faced the car with my shirt and bra just barely covering my tits. Once I heard those handcuffs come out a million things rushed through my mind. I know what these prisons are like and I also knew that just because I was and American that didn't mean shit.
I felt Gomez slap the cuffs on. As he did I felt him push his cock in my hands for a cheap thrill before he planned on taking me in to the station. Rodriguez was locking up my boyfriend's car and placed the keys in his pocket. I knew I had to do something to get out of this situation, because I was on my way to a Tijuana jail cell.
"I have money." I said.
"No money. That's bribery. That's more jail!" Gomez said firmly.
I knew I had just sunken to my last resort. I then started to stroke Gomez's cock through his uniform pants while I was facing the squad car. He stopped in amazement and called Rodriguez over to see what I was doing.
They both laughed and said something in Spanish. To tell you the truth it was pretty hot being in that situation, knowing what it was I was about to offer in exchange for my freedom. I turned around and looked at Gomez.