Third Violation
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
37,791
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Third Violation
“I see this is your third ticket, young lady. Do you enjoy breaking the law?”
“Umm…no sir.”
“It seems like you do. Have you been drinking tonight?”
“No sir, I was just at work.”
“Likely story, get out of the car please.”
“What? Really? Officer, I haven’t been drinking, I swear.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Out. Now.”
Anne sighed, exasperated and nervous. She grabbed her keys but left her purse in the passenger seat.
He stood with a wide and cocky stance, thumbs hooked on his belt watching her from behind his reflective aviators.
“Now then, stand next to your vehicle.”
She did so, face grim, arms crossed.
“Where have you been tonight?”
“I have been at work. At Las Tapas on Sunset.”
He grunted in reply. Then slowly, confidently, lecherously; he leaned forward and fingered the edge of her cotton white button down blouse which was straining to contain her bountiful breasts. “A waitress is it?” She inhaled sharply and took a step back.
“Yes…” She said wearily, her guard up.
“Well how about we solve this real quickly like? Give us a smell.” Suddenly he jumped forward and grabbed her jaw in his harsh grip, pulling her so close he could have kissed her neck, he inhaled loudly.
She jerked her head but he strengthened his hold on her and smelled her again, this time grazing his nose against the soft skin below her ear.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Is that marijuana I smell?” He pulled back and looked into her eyes which could not hide the surprised fear. He suddenly smiled a broad, predatorial grin.
“No it isn’t.” She lied badly.
“We’ll see about this. He turned to her car, braced his hands on the edges of her door frame and leaned his body in. She made a nervous jump, as if to stop him and so fast she had only blinked he had is baton out and against her neck, pinning her to the car, his mouth set in stone cold beneath his sunglasses.
“Do. Not. Move.” Her eyes were huge and scared, the cold metal rod pressing against the pulse in her throat.
She blinked and whispered in obvious terror, “Yes sir.”
“Good girl” His tone was still murderously hard. Keeping his baton where it was he reached in her car and pulled her purse over to the driver seat. A moment’s search revealed her small baggie filled with less than a gram of weed.
He stood up and held the damning evidence up between them. “Tsk. Tsk. Someone has been naughty.”
She blinked hard, holding her eyes closed for a moment. Her breath cut off by the rod. She knew she was fucked.
“Umm…no sir.”
“It seems like you do. Have you been drinking tonight?”
“No sir, I was just at work.”
“Likely story, get out of the car please.”
“What? Really? Officer, I haven’t been drinking, I swear.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Out. Now.”
Anne sighed, exasperated and nervous. She grabbed her keys but left her purse in the passenger seat.
He stood with a wide and cocky stance, thumbs hooked on his belt watching her from behind his reflective aviators.
“Now then, stand next to your vehicle.”
She did so, face grim, arms crossed.
“Where have you been tonight?”
“I have been at work. At Las Tapas on Sunset.”
He grunted in reply. Then slowly, confidently, lecherously; he leaned forward and fingered the edge of her cotton white button down blouse which was straining to contain her bountiful breasts. “A waitress is it?” She inhaled sharply and took a step back.
“Yes…” She said wearily, her guard up.
“Well how about we solve this real quickly like? Give us a smell.” Suddenly he jumped forward and grabbed her jaw in his harsh grip, pulling her so close he could have kissed her neck, he inhaled loudly.
She jerked her head but he strengthened his hold on her and smelled her again, this time grazing his nose against the soft skin below her ear.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Is that marijuana I smell?” He pulled back and looked into her eyes which could not hide the surprised fear. He suddenly smiled a broad, predatorial grin.
“No it isn’t.” She lied badly.
“We’ll see about this. He turned to her car, braced his hands on the edges of her door frame and leaned his body in. She made a nervous jump, as if to stop him and so fast she had only blinked he had is baton out and against her neck, pinning her to the car, his mouth set in stone cold beneath his sunglasses.
“Do. Not. Move.” Her eyes were huge and scared, the cold metal rod pressing against the pulse in her throat.
She blinked and whispered in obvious terror, “Yes sir.”
“Good girl” His tone was still murderously hard. Keeping his baton where it was he reached in her car and pulled her purse over to the driver seat. A moment’s search revealed her small baggie filled with less than a gram of weed.
He stood up and held the damning evidence up between them. “Tsk. Tsk. Someone has been naughty.”
She blinked hard, holding her eyes closed for a moment. Her breath cut off by the rod. She knew she was fucked.