Damn. Now what?, Leslie Gonzalez thought when she saw the police lights behind her car. It had NOT been a good day. Her bitch of a boss, Carla, was having personal problems, so all day long she had taken it out on Leslie. Today was also the day that the stupid copy machine had decided to break down, so Leslie had to make fifty copies of the files that Carla wanted on her computer and wait for them to print out. God, she was pissed off! And now she was being stopped by a fucking cop and she'd only been going about six miles over the speed limit. She had no choice but to pull over in a deserted alley.
Is that her?, Officer David Carson wondered as he walked up to Leslie's car. He was hoping it was. He'd been tracking Leslie's movements for about a week now, and she always passed this particular alley at the same time every day. The first time he saw her had been a month ago, in his favorite deli. He'd been looking at her luscious ass while standing behind her in line. She was a brown-skinned hispanic with long black hair that fell to the middle of her back, big brown eyes, a slim nose and full pouty lips. And her body was something else. 5'6" with long legs, a small waist and full brasts with nipples that seemed to be pointing right at him.He couldn't get over how gorgeous she was. He wanted to say something to her, anything, but he couldn't bring himself to. David had always been shy. She suddenly felt him staring and turned to look at him. He looked away quickly, but not before he saw her smile at him.
David had no real reason to be so shy. He was very good-looking himself. Olive skinned with very sexy bedroom eyes, a straight nose and wide, full lips surrounded by a goatee. Half-black, and half-hispanic, 5'11" and very muscular, he was a total babe. Leslie had noticed this immediately and she probably would have taken the time to flirt with him if she had not been on her lunch break. It had been along time since she had sex, and this cop probably would have been the perfect person to break her dry-spell. But she just hadn't had the time.
So now, here they both were. David was getting closer and closer to Leslie's car and was relieved to see that it was indeed her. He started to wonder if she would recognize him. As far as he knew, that first time in the deli was the only time she'd seen him. He hoped that she wouldn't because what he had planned would be considered highly illegal.
"Is there a problem, Officer?", Leslie asked as David reached the car.
"Yes ma'am. Do you know how fast you were going?", asked David.
"No more than five miles over the limit, Officer", replied Leslie.
"Nope...try fifteen", David lied.
"FIFTEEN?! No way!", said Leslie angrily.
"I'm going to need your license and registration, ma'am."
"Of course", said Leslie while looking for her license. Shit! She forgot her license at home! Of all the days to forget her license, it had to be today. "I can explain, uh, see, what had happened was..um..", Lisa was trying to explain.
"I can see what's going on, ma'am", said David, "You don't have your license, do you?"
"Uh...no...but if you'd just let me go get it...it's in my house...I just..."
"Step out of the car, ma'am."
"I don't see why I have to..."
"NOW!", yelled David. Leslie did as she was told and got out of the car.