"Bugger!" Sandra said out loud. She was lost and it was dusk. How bloody stupid of her to leave her SatNav at the office. She knew she'd be late out of the meeting and he knowledge of Buckinghamshire was lousy. She could negotiate her way around the M25 quite easily but take her out into the sticks and she was useless. Her partner had bought her the SatNav for this very purpose and she'd gone and left it back in the office. It was 8.30 and September was not renowned for having light evenings. Autumn was on the way, which was more than she could say for herself.
She pulled over and looked at her UK Road atlas book. For all Sandra knew, the book could have been about nuclear physics or written in Urdu! She had never been good at orienteering and had always tried to ensure that her meetings were either in places she knew well or did a joint meeting with a colleague. Today, however, was a special case, a corporate customer was in dispute with a supplier and wanted legal advice. Being a corporate lawyer, she was in big demand and had been seconded to see the company executives for a 4.30 meeting. Sandra had arranged for her own mum to collect her son from school and desperately wanted to get home to see him. He was very sensitive since his dad left them high and dry. Sandra's previous partner, the father of their son, was a police officer working in London and had recently transferred to diplomatic protection making his presence with his own son even more limited. Brett seldom saw his real dad and had adopted Sandra's new partner, Rick, as his adopted dad. Rick, however, was often out of the country on business and stayed over occasionally, creating further uncertainty for Brett, hence Sandra's concern to get home. At least with her about, Brett had some continuity.
Sandra had pulled over, her indicator light on the car flashing, creating an amber glow against the bushes of the country lane. She was still in business attire which was smart but revealing. Sandra had learned very early on that she was attractive and had enjoyed a healthy love life, enjoying several partners over the years. She may even have still been with Rick had he not infected her with a sexually transmitted disease from his obvious playing away from home.
Sandra leaned back and reached for her suit jacket which hung from a hook over the back seats, fumbling for her mobile phone. Maybe she'd ring her boss at home, he might be able to direct her towards the motorway, any motorway would do, most motorways connect with each other and she would be bound to recognise some town or city. Her face paled when she saw her mobile battery was flat.
"Bugger!" she shouted again. She must have left the phone on during the meeting which had gone on longer than expected. Furthermore, the charger was with her SatNav back in the office. Today had started off so well, her appointment with her clients had been fruitful and she'd helped to win a contract earlier, using her attractive body and female charms to entice the male executive to sign there and then. Her smart business suits always involved the shortest of skirts and just enough gap between skirt and top for the top of her incredibly brief panties to be visible.
But now, her meeting had gone on too long and now she was lost without technology. She'd have to find a call box and phone someone from there, maybe a pub or hotel would have a pay phone she could use.
Slamming the car into gear, her mood was one of anger and temper as she stood on the accelerator pedal. The tyres screeched before gripping the road surface just as headlights appeared in he rear view mirror. The approaching vehicle slammed on it's brakes as Sandra battled to control the vehicle, avoiding collision by the smallest of fractions.
Her pulse raced at the thought of the potential accident she had just avoided which had been her fault, she was in a bad mood and she'd almost caused an accident. Her mind was still in turmoil when she looked in the rear view mirror. Her bad day continued to get worse, the blue flashing light behind her telling her she'd picked the wrong vehicle to pull out in front of.
"Bugger!" she yelled again. She saw a lay by and pulled over, the police van pulling in behind her, the blue bar light remained flashing, the lights reflecting off the forest adding to the eeriness. She turned the engine off and wound the window down, noticing the quietness of the forest. Both police officers got out of their van, their yellow reflective jackets tinted slightly red from her own tail lights of her car.
Sandra's mind spun, she'd had a copper as a boy friend for some time and she knew what bastards they could be. Oh, sure, she'd met some of his colleagues at various functions and despite knowing she was in a relationship and had a child with this guy, it hadn't stopped his colleagues hitting on her, trying to get her pissed and get into her knickers.
She had no time for the old bill. When her mother used to call the police "The filth", Sandra had been quick to defend them, especially as she was in a relationship with one at the time. But since he did the dirty on her, and infected her with Chlamydia, she'd rapidly changed her mind. They were filth, nothing more than filth. And here they were, pulling her over. OK, it was her fault for being careless as she'd pulled away but in her defence, the police car was travelling at speed, probably faster than it should have been.
As a corporate lawyer, she was great at defence statements and could counter attack as good as any lawyer but domestic and civil law was different. She'd specialised in corporate law for better money but, right now, some experience in civil law would have been helpful.
"Is this your car, madam?" the officer asked, his voice routine and tone less. She looked at him and saw his face, totally unemotional. Sandra felt like responding facetiously but thought better of it.
"Yes, officer" she answered boldly. Her legal training had given her plenty of confidence as did her attractive body. She knew she was desirable, petite in height at 5'2", she looked of Malaysian or Indonesian origin, her mother being of mixed far eastern origin, her father she never knew. But despite all that, she was pretty and dressed to kill. The police officer was unmoved by her charms as she smiled politely. In the distance, she could hear muffled messages coming through the police radio in the vehicle behind her. The second copper was lurking at the back of her car, looking for minor mis-demeanours that could add to further charges. The accomplice was a probationer, a new lad in his first 2 years and eager to get as many nicks under his collar as he could.
"Step out of the car please" the first officer said and Sandra unclipped her seat belt before stepping out of the car. Her slender legs, protected by her short pin-striped skirt and 10 denier tights were not un-noticed by both police officers and despite she standing just 5'2", they were delightful and in proportion with the rest of her body.
"You have your driving licence, madam" the experienced officer continued, trying to regain his composure. He'd certainly seen some lovely ladies in his time and this one was certainly in the top 10 stunners he'd ever stopped. He loved his job, he was able to get names, addresses and telephone numbers from people and could also use his rank and position to indulge in a wide range of lewd acts and still be within the law. He grinned at the probationer and gave a subtle nod.
Sandra had leaned back into the car to reach for her bag containing her purse, her cute arse stuck out into the darkness, the beam from the police vehicle and the flashing lights providing sufficient light for the police officers to see her buttocks, her panties of black lace being little more than a G string. The young copper drew in breath sharply and got a cold glance from his superior. Sandra was aware that she had probably caused a bit of a stir in their trousers and she playfully wiggled her bum as she pulled her purse from her bag. She stood and straightened herself out, handing her photo-card drivers licence to the senior officer, casually glancing at the younger lad and smiling seductively. If she played her cards right, they might let her off with just a caution and, hopefully some directions.
"I'm trying to find the M4" Sandra interjected whilst the senior policeman was writing her details on his notepad. "Where am I at the moment?" she asked.
"Burnham Beeches" the younger copper replied promptly, receiving another glare from his superior. It wouldn't have made any difference, Sandra might as well as been in the sea of tranquillity, such was her local geographical knowledge.
"Can you tell me how to get to the M4 please?" she asked, using her best little firl lost voice and trying to look innocent and harmless. The superior officer carried on writing.
"What are you doing this far out of town then?" he asked. The younger copper was checking her tyres for adequate tread, any thing he could slam her with a ticket for.
"I was at a meeting and I got lost. My phone has no charge and I'm trying to find the motorway so that I can.........."
"Oi, Guv? Come here" the younger police officer called and the senior officer indicated for Sandra to lead the way. The younger police officer held his torch at the inside of the back door pocket which he had opened. He pointed to a clear plastic bag, about the size of a cigarette packet, containing white powder of some sort.
