80 in a 65

It took a moment for Eliza to notice the red and blue lights flashing behind her. Looking down at her speedometer, she knew exactly what had happened. She flipped on her blinker and muttered “fuck” to herself. Putting herself in park at the side of US-40, she kept her hands on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead. In the rearview mirror she saw a state trooper get out of his car and walk around to the passenger side of her car.

It was toward the end of Jack Hanson’s shift when he’d clocked the blue sedan now parked in front of him going 82 in a 65. If they’d been going under 80 he might have let it slide, but he was a good enough officer to know he had to do his job. Leaning down to look in the passenger window he was pleasantly surprised to see a blonde in a red sundress. The girl was pretty even with no makeup and after clearly driving for a few hours. Her passenger side was taken up by an open road atlas balanced on a cooler and the seat. He knocked on the glass and she rolled down the window.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Her eyes were wide “I am so, so sorry.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“Was I speeding?”

“I have you going 82 miles per hour.”

“Again I am so sorry officer, it won’t happen again.”

He raised an eyebrow. She got an alright look at the officer who pulled her over. He wasn’t bad looking, maybe even a little handsome. He had the frame of someone who’d once been incredibly fit but who now worked a fairly sedentary job. His eyes were a piercing blue and he was just starting to go a little grey. She guessed he was in his late 40s, maybe early 50s.

“I think we both know it will. License and registration?”

She pulled out her license quickly, but had to dig for her registration. As she leaned over to the glove compartment, Jack got a better look at her ample cleavage. She had to be at least a DDD. Her blush of embarrassment was starting to spread down her chest a little. When she found the documents her hands were shaking a little.

“Really, I am sorry. I promise I’ll keep a better eye on my speed. It won’t happen again!”

Jack chuckled a little as he walked back to his patrol car. Looking at her license, he learned the girl’s name was Eliza Bliss, she was 27, and she was out of state. He wondered how **** she was to keep the points off her license. He could run it to find out, but then he’d absolutely have to write the ticket.

He brought the pad he’d need to write the ticket with him as he walked back to her car. If she wasn’t as **** as she seemed, she’d have to deal with the points and the fine. But they were the only two on the side of the road and no one seemed to be driving this stretch of highway this afternoon.

“Alright,” He leaned his forearm on the car frame and bent down to talk, “Eliza, you’re looking at about a $200 fine and four points on your license, which they’ll reduce to two if you pay in a certain time frame.”

“No! Couldn’t, couldn’t you let me off with a warning?”

“You seem pretty adamant.”

“You must have seen it when you ran my license.”

“I haven’t run your license. If I did that I’d have to write you a ticket.”

A glimmer of hope flickered in her eye. “Look, you’re right. This isn’t my first time speeding. But I’m moving right now and I can’t have my license suspended!”

“Where you moving to?”

“Oh… honestly I don’t know. I’m just driving east.”

“Alright, well, I don’t want to penalize a pretty girl like you, but that is a pattern of behavior. And that’ll up the fine to $350.”

“Please, isn’t there anything I can do?”

He regarded her for a moment. He saw tears gathering in her eyes. He glanced down to check whether his body cam was on.

“Maybe we can come to an arrangement…”