Chrissie had just turned twenty one a week ago and already she was making the best of her newfound freedom by driving from Albuquerque, New Mexico all the way to L.A. She had bought herself a 1967 convertible Camaro and was now rolling down the highway, enjoying the sun on her face and the wind in her hair, an oldies radio station blaring out Highway to Hell. She was so caught up in the moment that at first she didn't notice the cruiser that was behind her and it wasn't until the lights came on that she realized she was being pulled over.
"Shit." she cursed, looking at the odometer. She was doing 95 mph in a 70 mph zone.
As she pulled over, she checked herself in the rear view mirror. Her sparkling green eyes were staring back at her as she fluffed her wavy brown hair and she quickly applied lip gloss before the patroller walked up to her car. She knew she couldn't afford a speeding ticket and prepared to play her seductress card, bat her eyelashes and make indecent proposal to get out of it.
The man was wearing a green shirt with a star badge pinned to it and the trademark sheriff hat and sunglasses. He was fairly tall and seemed to have soft brown hair and a very muscular frame.
"Good morning Miss." the patroller addressed her calmly, with a husky voice. "License and registration please."
"Good morning, officer." she gave him her sweetest smile and looked up. "Is there something wrong?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.
The rugged man looked down without so much as an acknowledgement and took out his ticket pad. This was going to be tougher than she had first anticipated.
"Are you aware that you were going 25 miles faster than the speed limit, miss?"
"Oh, was I?" she asked seductively. "You know the odometer on this old car doesn't seem to be working properly; I could have sworn I was going 70 mph."
"Well you weren't." he dropped dryly. "Licence and registration please."
She reached over to the passenger side and grabbed her purse. She put the bag over her thighs, making sure to hike up her skirt as high as it would go while she was sitting. She pulled out knick-knacks to try and stall and even made sure to pull out the string of condoms that were in her bag. She looked up and smiled at the officer, as though apologizing for the delay and when she saw his stoned-face expression, pulled out her wallet and took out her licence. She then reached for the glove compartment and fished out her registration.
"Just wait here a moment." the officer said as he took her things and walked back to his car.
While he was away, she undid the three topmost buttons of her blouse and made sure her bra was showing. Looking in her rear view mirror, she made sure the patroller wasn't watching and started pinching her nipples to make them erect and hiked up her skirt some more, until her panties started to show. Then she waited for the officer to come back.
"Ok, so I'll have to write you a ticket, Miss Johnson." the officer started when he got back to her car. He put his left hand on the window frame and looked at her.
"Oh please, call me Chrissie." she interrupted, laying her hand over his and softly caressing it. "You know, I've always wondered about the life of a Sheriff. It must get so lonely," she said, dragging the sound of the 'o'. "I mean, you're by yourself all the time, don't you wish someone could keep you company sometimes? Like at night? Nights must be so long!"
"Miss Johnson," the officer started, "I'm going to write you a ticket now."
"Oh isn't there anything I could do to change your mind about that?" she asked, caressing his hand again. "Anything at all?" she insisted.
"Are you trying to bribe me, Miss Johnson?" the officer asked indignantly.
"Bribe you? Never!" she cried out and paused. Then, "I'm merely suggesting an exchange of services... I spend a little time with you, doing whatever you'd like, you don't give me a ticket and everybody walks away happy."
Then, for the first time, she saw him looking at her. She felt his eyes roaming over her body, stopping first on her breast while he undoubtedly noticed her perked nipples, then down to her crotch, where he surely enjoyed the view of her panties which were, by the way, starting to get pretty wet. For good measure, she opened and closed her thighs a couple of times, glad to hear the squishy sound coming from her wet pussy.
"Ok, get out of the car." the officer said harshly.
"Whatever you say, officer." she replied huskily.
He pointed to his patrol car and she walked over to it and put her hands on the hood as he ordered her to. This was really turning her own, as she had always had fantasies about being told what to do during sex. She spread her feet apart as he instructed her and waited for what was to come next. She closed her eyes, imagining him to be unzipping his pants and releasing a huge and erect cock, already dripping with precum and her breath caught in her throat as she heard him step closer.
"I'm taking you to the station," he suddenly said and she jerked and opened her eyes as she felt handcuffs being clasped over her right wrist.
"What?!" she asked, totally surprised. "What for?!"
"Oh I don't know, how about speeding for starters then bribing an officer and why not throw some indecent exposure for good measure."
"What?!" she tried arguing herself out of her now very sticky situation but the officer wouldn't hear anything.
As she sat at the back of the Sheriff patrol car, she felt humiliated. She tried talking to him but he was clearly ignoring her and soon she stopped all communications. With her hands behind her back, she tried to pull her skirt down some more and wished she could close her blouse before getting to the sheriff station to avoid any further embarrassment.
After what seemed like an eternity but was actually only thirty minutes, they finally pulled to a small building with a deserted parking lot and bars over the windows. The patroller got out of the car and helped her out then walked her to the inside of the station.
Harsh neon lights were hanging over the main room where four desks were crammed and hidden under mounds of paperwork and the officer walked her past all of that to the back of the room, where a door separated the main room from the rest of the station. He swiped a magnetic key card and the door buzzed and they walked through, entering what seemed to be the holding room of the station. There were actually four cells in the room in which were identical sinks, benches and toilets.
The officer pushed her in one of the cells and undid her handcuff without saying a word to Chrissie and then he went back to the main room. Chrissie was left all alone in her cell, not knowing how long she'd be there for and what the procedures were. She could hear the officer talking either on the phone or the radio and started pacing her cage.
Eventually, she got tired of pacing so she walked to the bench, crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.
Her thoughts were running wild in her head as she was trying to think of something that might get her out of her unfortunate situation. Finally, it hit her like a ton of bricks and she stood up so fast that her head started spinning a little. None the less, she crossed her cell and tried to see out of the 6" x 6" security glass of the door but her captor was nowhere to be seen.
