Cherry's Blessed Drive

Alright, admittedly-- Cherry wasn't feeling all that blessed in that exact moment, signified by the string of curse words she was letting out as she pulled her car off toward the side of the road.

She'd been flying down the road! Wind in her hair, music blasting. Alone or with friends, she was a pretty wild girl, and the police clearly didn't appreciate that. But as the cop car slowed behind her, and the officer came out, Cherry felt a little smile tug at her lips.

Sunglasses. Hat. A stuffy blue uniform. She was pretty! In a strict, no nonsense kind of way. Cherry adjusted her tight dress to show off her cleavage. Just in case.

"Evening ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over tonight?" She asked.

"Well, Officer... Gray." Cherry began, peeking at her name tag. "I'll guess that you saw me driving by, and just HAD to ask for my number."

"...Cute." The cop replied dryly. "You were speeding. Big time."

As she began to list the details, Cherry took a breath and waited. She didn't know how this worked exactly, but she knew that it did, in fact, work. It might even get her out of this ticket.

It started off like a hunger-- Subtle, easy to ignore, but ramping up until it was all the person could think about. Officer Gray would start to feel a very particular need to... Take off that uniform and flaunt her body for this "master criminal."

Cherry just had to keep up the charm...