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....
 
Rhylee was anxious to be on her way and the cop only frustrated her more. She wasnt going fast enough to be pulled over or was she? Her mind moved in so many directions these days. As she searched started to roll down the window she saw the hulking figure approaching the car. Almost immediately her stomach clinched and her mouth went dry. He was huge, really the biggest cop she had ever seen, she felt the fear creep into her body.

Despite the fear and nervouseness she felt, she smiled her most winning smile.

"Good evening Officer, what seems to be the problem?"
 
Officer

"The problem is speeding, Miss," I said. "This is a fifty-five mile per hour zone, and I just clocked you going over eighty. Please shut off the engine and let me see your licence and registration."


You can learn a lot from a person's licence and registration. Age. Vital statistics. If they had anyone waiting for them at the end of the road. Anyone who might ask questions if they were a few days late in showing up.

Important questions for a man in my position.
 
Rhylee

Reaching across the seat she gathered her license and registration.

"I was almost sure I wasnt going very fast. After all it is dark out and there are deer on this patch of road" she wanted to sound sure and nice at the same time. Her whole body shook. This was a huge cop. He was massive and broad, possibly athletic as all cops seem to be. What struck her as odd was the way his eyes pierced the night. Blue, like the lights on his car.

She had hoped everything was okey with her stuff. Just recently she had moved and all the addresses had been changed.

To look at her you would think her just out of high school, but her birthdate told a different story. She was 21, just legal actually. She was going home from work. Sighing, she waited her fate.
 
Officer

I glanced at the DOB and did the math. Appearances were deceiving. She barely looked old enough to drive, but she was legal. The photo on the license looked like a head shot for a modelling agency. She was actually that pretty.

"The picture is a match," I acknowledged. "But I need to test you to make certain this is your license. I want you to tell me your name. Your height. Your weight. Your hair color. Your eye color. Your marital status. Get one wrong and I'll have to take you in...."
 
She laughed mostly out of nervousness.

"Um okey. Lets see name of course Rhylee Rose. Height, umm, 5'4, weight, its that on there? its umm 115 no wait 114. Eye color blue hair color blonde. Marital status, ugh yeah right, none" and suddenly realized she had made a mistake. He was serious. She frowned a little as he spoke again.
 
Officer

"That's what I thought," I grinned. "This must be my lucky day. You see, there's an APB out for you, Miss Rose. That's an All Points Bulletin. Someone fitting your description held up the Johnson County Bank. Shot two guards while doing it. Fled the scene. Armed and dangerous.

Conspicuously I placed my hand on my firearm.

"I want you to get out of the car," I growled. "NOW. I want you to face the vehicle. I want you to place your hands on the roof of the car. And I want you to spread your legs..."

I emphasized the last part.....
 
Looking at the Officer in shock, Rhylee almost laughed. Her Rob a bank? yeah right.

"Im sorry officer, there must be some mistake. I havent even been in Johnson County. Oh yeah, I drove through there but dared not stop. I think you have made an error" again smiling her sweetest smile.

She did not like the way he emphasized spreading her legs. This was all to strange to her. She was scared and it showed because from his firearm, her raised his hand and placed it on the door handle of her car.
 
Officer

"No more backtalk, Miss Rose," I said as I pulled open the car door. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. Now get your pretty little ass out of the car and assume the position. You don't want to get on my bad side, do you?"
 
Rhylee was taken aback.

"No. NO way. If you dont have anything to keep me here on, absolutely not. I wasnt in Johnson County I told you once already and I know I damn sure wasnt speeding so If you dont mind" she said trying to wrestle the door from him. She was gettin angry. She was innocent. There was no way she was going to let this happen
 
Officer

She tried to close the door. She was going to run. She had fire. I liked girls with fire. I liked breaking them.

I took her by the arm and jerked her out of the car. She was too shocked so struggle, and by the time she thought to I had her hands professionally cuffed behind her back.

"Resisting arrest," I grinned. "Good. You've just bought yourself a nice long stay in the Johnson County House Of Corrections. There's something you should know about Johnson County, Miss Ross. It's not like your big city. Here I'm the judge and I'm the jury. After you're convicted, I'm your warden. And I'm your parole board. If you want your freedom, your going to have to earn it."

Laughing maniacally, I dragged her to my car. I pushed her into the caged back seat. Then I made a not of where her car was. Clem Poppers would come along later with his tow truck. Next week some Mexican would have a shiny new automobile, and the Johnson County House Of Corrections would have a little extra cash in the kitty.

Rhylee Rose would disappear off the face of the earth. Just like the other girls we locked up. She'd meet them soon.

I put the pedal to the metal. The sooner I got to the jail, the sooner I could process the prisoner. I was so looking forward to the strip search....
 
Her hands hurt like hell and she was pretty sure she had pissed her pants when the big cop threw her into the cruiser. She wanted to compose herself but the tears came freely.

"Please sir, please, what was I doing wrong? I wanted to get home. I was so tired, If I were speeding I will pay the fine. I cant go to jail. I have a family. Please where are you taking me? Why are you doing this?" she felt degredaded. She was crying begging, pleading with him to stop and let her out.

" Please, I will do anything. Just let me go. Come on, what can I do to make you understand? I will do anything you ask. Why wont you let me go?"
 
Speedtrap (Open)

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....
 
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