A Traffic Stop.

You peer down at Jasmine as her window powers down. She is pretty with caramel skin and silky chin-length black hair. She is on the thicker side, just a quick glance through her thoughts you learn that she is single, 5'8 and a tad over 130 lbs. She was dressed sharply, her choice of attire showing off her curvy frame. From your spot outside her window, you have perfect view of her very decent size bust. Another quick glance through her thoughts you verify that she has a set of c-cups.

Not forgetting Henry you quickly flip through his thoughts like an open book. He is very nervous, you calm him down with a quick thought. Henry is a good looking guy, on the slender side and was dress as sharply as Jasmine. He has a fair complexion in contrast to Jasmine smooth brown skin. His sandy blonde hair was styled neatly while he had vibrant blue eyes. Another ponder through Henry's thought you learn that he is just friends with Jasmine, the pair had been their way to lunch.

Your focus shifts back to Jasmine, you introduce yourself and the department you work for. Reading her thoughts you see that she is annoyed but also thinks you are attractive. With a thought of your own, you remove her nervousness as slyly as you removed Henry's. It was that easy for you, you have been doing this sort of thing for years. You also get her to smile. She has a very nice smile. She was some sort of PR rep so it made sense for her to such a beaming smile. "What is the hurry?" you ask before continuing and gesturing down the road, "Your nearly hit me back there."

"Oh sorry officer, we were just in a hurry..." Jasmine explains. You see her thoughts that she omits that fact that she did not even see you.

"Well you know the drill, license, registration and proof of insurance," you request. Jasmine mutters shaking her head as she gathers the requested documents.

"Here you go officer," Jasmine says with a frowns as she hands you her stuff. You push a thought and her frown fades and one more thought gives her another smile.

You take the items without looking at them. "Sit tight Ms. Willis." She does not notice that you did not look at her license to find out her last name. Henry catches it but with a quick thought the suspicion vanishes from his mind. "I'll be right back," you say before heading back to your patrol car.

"I told you to slow down!" Henry remarks, glancing at Jasmine and then back at the flashing patrol car behind them. "Now, we're going to be really late."

"I was going fast because you said we were late," Jasmine shot back and glancing at the cop behind them in her rear view mirror. "If I get a ticket you're going to pay for it."

"Why me!?" Henry asks and adds, "You were driving and you didn't have to go that fast."

In your car, you look over Jasmine Willis' driver's license. You decide that you were not going to give her ticket. You're a stickler for a pretty face with a nice smile. Since you have established a connection with Jasmine and Henry you don't need any visual contact to fully read and sculp their minds. You can hear their conversations and thoughts from the comfort of your patrol car.

The pair were just talking about being late and placing blame on one another. It was fairly normal friend banter. The pair have been friends for years. Jasmine doesn't see him beyond that, Henry more or less lived in her friend zone. It did not matter too much as Henry also has a steady girlfriend. However like any natural man, he did think that his friend was stunning. Her particularly like her tight curvy body and her well-shaped backside.

Curious you push a mental order over towards the buxom woman. From your windshield you see Jasmine open her door and step out onto the street. She does a little twirl for you. You take in her curvy frame. You agree with Henry, he ass was great looking. Just as sudden as she stepped out, she opened her door and sat back in her car.

Henry looks over at his friend in shock, "What the hell was that?"

"I...I don't know..." Jasmine replies utterly confused. Before the pair could discuss the matter any further they go blank face and stare out the front windshield in silence.

By the time you return, they are both themselves as if nothing had happen. You hand back Jasmine's cards. "Here you go Ms. Willis, your record is clean. So just a warning today...slow it down," you say as she takes her cards back from you.

She smiles her pretty smile, you can read that she is relieved and relaxed. "Thank you officer."

Feeling a bit perverted you ask, "What kind of underwear do you have on?"

Jasmine's smile fades immediately, "Excuse me?"

"What the hell man!?" Henry exclaims.

Your brain flexes. Henry relaxes and faces forward. His face goes blank with a dumb expression. Jasmine relaxes and sits up straighter peering up at you with a bright smile. You make a mental adjustment and she juts her well-endowed chest a little more. You can't help by smile at this.

"I have a blue lace bra on and black g-string..." Jasmine coos.

"Oh nice..." you say with a nod.