Speedtrap

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It's a lonely stretch of highway. At this time of night cars are few and far between. But some nights you get lucky.

I was sitting in my cruiser bored out of my mind when I spotted the car heading South. I aimed the radar gun and took a reading. It said 48 miles per hour. The speed limit was fifty-five.


"Looks like they were going almost eighty," I said to myself. I reached down and flicked on the siren. Then I set out in pursuit.


The car pulled over quickly. I got out. It took a while for me to unfold myself from the car. I'm 6'6", nearly 280. I used to play college ball, and I still play in a semipro league on weekends. My head is shaved, and I have cold blue eyes.

My name?

None of your business.

Just call me Officer.


I took the long, slow stroll toward the car. I had my ticket book in hand. This could be a profitable night. I noticed the out-of-town plates. Out-of-towners didn't like to be written up. Most of them offered nice bribes to let them drive off.

I took the money, of course.

Sometimes, I took more.

Like tonight.

When I shined the fierce beam of my flashlight in the window, I could see the driver was a beautiful young girl. She looked nervous, and she looked scared.


Smart girl, I thought, reaching down and removing the handcuffs from my belt....
 
"Oh shit," I mutter under my breath which still smells faintly of alcohol. "I know I wasn't going that fast ... just my luck. Last thing I need is another DUI."

I have a bad reputation of being a bit of a party girl. Tonight had been my best friend's 21st birthday, and we had gone out on the town for a little fun. Maybe too much fun. Unfortunately, with a job interview in the morning, I had decided to leave the party a little early and get home.

I unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt, exposing my big firm tits a little more. I had always thought they were a little too big, but the boys seemed to like them, and the girls seemed to hate me for them, so I must have been doing something right. Then I hiked my skirt up a few inches, revealing my smotth tan legs. With a little luck, I should be able to get out of this ticket, and get some sleep before my big interview tomorrow.

The officer shines his flashlight in my eyes, and I can barely see a thing. When I caught a glimpse of him, I was shocked, he looked huge. "Officer, I am soo sorry. I'm just a little nervoud driving out here all alone, and I just want to get home." I begin to whimper, and my eyes tear up a bit. I bite my lower lip, and look up at him, begging for forgiveness.
 
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