Following Protocol... for the Moment

The officer continues by what his departments standard procedure is, and he asks Mackenzie to lean against the car with her hips and now place her hands on her head. The timid Mackenzie blushes when she realizes this means she won't even be able to use her bent-over position to hide her assets from the cars going by. OH MY GOD THE TRAFFIC! She realizes, suddenly aware of just how much she's showing as she whimpers a little and places her hands on her head. She folds her elbows in to try and cover her face from the eyes of motorists driving by.

"Elbows out please" The officer tells her sternly. He explains he wants her face visible on his dash camera, which he points out to her dutifully. Mackenzie blushes and moves her elbows out again, staring timidly towards the camera before looking away abashedly, a deep blush on her cheeks.

The Officer looks towards Mackenzie. "Ma'am, do you mind if I search your vehicle? I'll need to in order to get your License and registration." He says pointedly. Mackenzie thinks. She knows she was told by her college friends never to let cops search her vehicle. "U-um... I don't consent to any searches. Please just let me get it for you, its in the glove box. P-please!"

The officer considers her request. On one hand, he had this beautiful woman, nude, totally at his whim, on the other hand, he recognizes that she might need his help. Whether he bristles at her asserting her rights and her request depends heavily on what kind of officer he is. Whether he joined the **** to **** his power or help others.