"License and Registration, Ma'am," Trooper Jensen said sternly.
"I wasn't going that fast!" Sara protested.
"License and Registration," Jensen repeated in a stern, flat monotone.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked in a sweet voice.
He leaned down, folded his giant arms, and glared at her through the window of the small car.
"Fine," she said and leaned across the seat to pop open the glove box. She was constrained by her seat belt and had to stretch across the bucket seats to find her papers.
Jensen cocked his head and leered as the girl's short black skirt slid up her thighs to expose most of her long thin legs; she had to spread them wide to maintain her balance as she searched through the clutter. She was tiny but she wasn't scrawny; she was thin like a runway model.
Her hair was natural, long and dirty-blonde. Her tight, low cut top rose and he could see her pale hip and the sharp edge of a dark tattoo that ran across the small of her back. He observed that she was a little unkempt and fumbled around too much, so she'd probably been drinking.
She wasn't one of the girls from Charlie's but she was dressed somewhat trashy. It was very late ... or early in the morning depending on how you saw it, so he concluded that she had to be up to something.
She found her papers and sat up straight giving him a good view of her round little tits held firmly in place by her top - he noted that she wasn't wearing a bra and surmised that although she was very young; she definitely was all woman.
She pulled her small hand bag onto her lap spreading her legs a little carelessly again. Jensen noted her slutty red thong and felt his cock harden a bit at the mental imagery that followed.
She found her license and handed it up to him. He noticed that her nails were perfectly manicured ... she took care of herself ... so she was keeping clean.
He slipped it into his shirt pocket without looking at it.
"So where are you coming from tonight?" he asked her tits.
"I was out with a few friends."
Sara realized that he was staring at her tits and crossed her arms self-consciously.
"Boys or girls," he asked.
She looked up at him with a quizzical expression.
"One boy, but I don't see ...."
"Step out of the car, please," the Trooper said abruptly.
"What?"
"Are you going to make me repeat every order?" he asked her, a tinge of menace in his tone.
Sara hung her head and sighed: "No, Sir."
She slid out of the car and he grabbed her, roughly leading her around to the back of the car by her arm.
When he'd made the initial traffic stop, he'd pulled his cruiser in behind her at an angle to use the flashing blue lights as a warning for cars to shift lanes; the angle also created a more private area between the cars - and it was this area that he led her to.
"Hold your arms out at your side like this," he said and demonstrated for her.
She held out her arms and stuck out her lip.
"I need to check you for weapons," he explained.
"You can see I'm not carrying anything can't you?" she said and twisted her hips side to side. The dress and top were barely clothing and there were no pockets.
"And drugs," he added.
"Do I look like ...?"
"Shut up!" he ordered.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"It's procedure, Ma'am,"
He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs until his probing fingers found the warm spot between her legs.
She squirmed but didn't pull away.
"You're wet!" he announced, running a finger along her slit.
"What the fuck?" She finally tried to back away but he grabbed her shoulder with his free hand and jerked her back.
"Stop resisting!" he growled.
"I know my rights! You can't fucking ...!"
He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her up nearly lifting her off the ground.
"You're a wet little slut!"
"Stop! Please! You're hurting me!"
Jensen felt a flood of hot liquid spread over his finger tips through the silk material of her thong.
"You like that, don't you?"
"No!"
He jerked her hair again and she moaned.
"Don't lie to me!"
"No!"
He grabbed the back of her neck under her long blonde hair and squeezed.
"Don't lie to me!"
"I guess so ... stop! Please!"
He pinched her hard clit through the material making her cry out again.
"Admit you're wet!"
She gasped and rolled her pussy against his fingertips.
"Say it!"
"Yes!" she cried.
"Say it!"
"I'm wet, okay!"
He let go of her neck and grabbed her ass.
"You like getting fucked?"
"That's not illegal is it?" she asked choking back tears.
He slid his hands under around her hips to the back of the skirt and ran them over her firm tiny ass.
"I'm still checking."
She began to cry softly.
