Rico had been out of the joint for three months before he found work. His uncle Frank introduced him to a friend who needed someone to do a little truck driving work. The pay sucked, but it was cash in hand and no one else was in a rush to hire a hulking ex-con who had just done eight years in the clink for knocking over a convenience store. So Rico found himself trucking boxes of baby oil from a factory down the interstate highway to a wholesale depot in town.
The early starts never really bothered him. He'd learned to rise early inside, according to the warden's schedule, and even though he was free and clear these days he still found himself wide-awake every morning at 6.30am.
Still, a little coffee helped to keep him fresh on the road, and Rico had made it a habit to stop off at a little diner down the highway after he'd loaded up his first run of the day. They did a bottomless re-fill that he couldn't avail of, needing take-out as he did, but the cute little redhead behind the till seemed to have a soft-spot for him and let him fill up an oversized beaker for the same price as a small cup.
One morning he came through the double doors, grunting a greeting to the waitress as she breezed by, and then did a double-take at what was in front of him.
A pair of long, shapely legs that went on and on and on, encased in a pair of tight-fitting navy dress pants. His eyes slowly rose upwards, drinking in. The woman was bent over slightly as she counted out some change onto the counter. Rico's eyes bulged as he took in the way the slacks stretched tight over her perfectly rounded ass. The way the light was filtering through the diner window shone directly on her, and he could see the faint imprint of a thong through the material.
It was such a primo piece of ass, perfectly displayed for his delectation, that Rico took a split second too long.
The woman, stopping what she was doing and sensing hungry eyes on her, turned her head towards him, tossing a mane of tied-back blonde hair in the process. Rico took in a pair of icy, dismissive eyes, and then realised with a start that he was looking at a highway patrol officer. The cop turned fully towards him and Rico's eyes dropped to the heavy garrison belt she wore, studded with the accoutrements of a sworn peace officer. A mid-size automatic rode her hip, next to it a folded up baton and pepper spray. On the other side was a radio, handcuffs and spare magazine.
She turned fully to face him, and in the process Rico's gaze was drawn to a very generous chest. The cop was stacked! Her blue shirt was tailored close to her slim upper body, and accentuated a serious rack that would have done a playboy playmate proud.
"Citizen, have you got a problem? Something I can help you with?" Her voice was steely. Rico guessed she got a lot of his kind of gawking, looking like that on the job.
"No ma'am." he sighed, and walked to the far end of the counter. As he went he couldn't help continuing to eye-fuck her though. Shee-it... The girl was too hot to be a cop. And the way her pants were practically sprayed-on told him she knew it.
Although, he sighed, she was unlikely to break him off a piece given his rap-sheet.
A moment later and she was gone, sauntering out of the diner with a swaying walk and a large to-go coffee.
***
A few minutes later Rico was back at the wheel of his truck, his own large coffee in the centre console holder. He noticed idly that the cop's patrol car was turned on but idling ahead, parked sideways in a handicapped space. The engine was running and he could make out the cop inside holding a mobile phone to her ear and gesticulating wildly as she spoke into it. Whatever was going on, she appeared to be pissed at whoever she was talking to.
Shrugging his shoulders, Rico started up his truck and manoeuvred it out of the forecourt and onto the highway. It was still early enough that the traffic was light, and he quickly found himself out in the arid empty stretch that reminded him of the badlands you saw in cowboy movies.
A moment later he caught a glimpse of lights flashing in his side mirror. The cop!
The patrol car was coming up behind him at a crazy speed, easily pushing one hundred and twenty miles per hour. Responding to an emergency, he guessed. He tried to pull in the truck a little, but the loose gravel by the side of the highway could be treacherous and he figured the empty road gave her plenty of room to overtake.
The patrol car slid by him and Rico caught a glimpse of the cop still shouting into her phone as she overtook one-handed, tires screeching and sirens wailing. A moment later Rico had to slam on the breaks as the cop's vehicle cut right in front of him.
She's misjudged it and come in too soon!
Rico grimaced as the rear right tail of the cop car clipped the front right of his truck. The bigger vehicle shuddered and he heard a hollow boom as his tire blew out. The cop car had bounced ahead and was righting itself, but Rico felt his truck begin to fishtail and pull sharply towards the desert ditch...
...He was going to crash! Rico grimly tightened his hands on the wheel and shut his eyes as he felt the vehicle begin to roll.
***
Ten minutes later Rico sat by the side of the overturned truck, with barely a scratch to show for it. Baby oil was gushing from the broken bottles (in their thousands), and soaking the desert floor. The ex-con looked down at the six-pack of unbroken bottles at his feet, all he'd been able to salvage.
The cop, patrolwoman Taylor Anderson, he'd learned, was stood in front of him and was still wringing her hands and apologising.
"I'm so sorry, I mean - I was on the phone to the lieutenant, and he was telling me to get my ass back to the station ASAP to complete this paperwork I'd forgot - and.... jeez... I guess I'm just a terrible driver..."
The desert sun was beating down and Rico saw that's she'd unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a nice patch of perfectly bronzed cleavage. A bead of sweat was forming just between her two bounteous cups. Even despite the miserable situation, he felt his cock stir against his leg and shook his head in amusement.
"Damn girl, you about totalled my truck, but you are one hot piece of ass."
The cop frowned at him.
"Now, I'm apologising to you citizen, but that's no way to speak to an officer of the law. Why, you need to ..."
Rico spat onto the desert floor.
"After this I'd say you're about down as a cop in this town, honey. You just wrecked this truck, with about ten grand worth of primo luxury baby oil. The guy that owns this company plays golf with the Governor. I'd say you're going to be looking for a new job once they see the dash-cam footage from the truck and see that you caused this whole accident."
The blood drained from the cop's face, and she raised a hand to her forehead. Her bee-stung lips opened and she slowly exhaled.
"Oh.... Shit."
Rico grinned. "Yep, that's about the height of it."
The woman walked shakily past him to the bonnet of her patrol car, parked nearby, and braced her hands on it, hanging her head in despair. In the process, she showed off that perfect ass once more and Rico groaned as he felt his dick get as hard as granite now.
"There's one way we could probably sort this out though... Officer... Hey, can I just call you Taylor?"
The cop nodded dejectedly and looked at him beseechingly as Rico came over to stand beside her, plonking down the box of baby oil onto the car bonnet next to her.
