Her flirting is weak

The cop's cock may be up, but his face still looks unaffected. "You didn't give me your registration, Miss."

Sarah bats her eyelashes again. "Oops, I'm so silly sometimes. I can't seem to-"

"Now would be preferable, Miss," says the officer with a slight snarl.

"Um, okay." Sarah leans over to open her glove box, again flashing her bare butt at the officer. She flutters her eyelashes again as she hands him her registration, but she's more nervous now. "I... I hope that's-"

"I'll be right back. Don't move." The cop strides back to his patrol car.

"This isn't working!" says Sarah.

"It seems to be working on his crotch."

"Well yeah, he's having a physical reaction, but apparently that's not enough to get me out of a ticket. I'm flirting as hard as I can, but it's not good enough. You've got to make me better at flirting!"

You glance down at her delicious double-Ds. "As much as you've been flashing those things, I don't think you can flirt any better."

Sarah rolls her eyes. "I love you, but you're not very bright. There's more to flirting than just showing off. Different guys like different things. Make it so that I'm a master at it with any guy."

You turn back and glance out the rear window. The cop is coming back and pulling out his ticket book. "Okay, I'll do it," you say, making the wish.

The officer returns to the driver side window. "Miss, I'm going to have to-"

"Let us go." says Sarah with a more confident smile than you've ever seen on her.

"Excuse me?" asks the officer.

Sarah reaches out the window and takes her registration out of the officer's hand. "Come on," she says, "You know you want to. The only reason you became a cop is so you could drive fast yourself."

The cop stands as straight as he can, then droops back down. "Yeah, I guess I doubled the speed limit sometimes when I was your age."

Sarah sits up very straight, squaring her shoulders and pushing out her chest. She smiles at the officer dazzlingly. "You want to race?"

He glances around, like a happy toddler looking to see if anyone will see him snatching cookies off the tray. "Um... Nah, I can't. Look, I'll let you go this time, but you have to promise to lighten up on the gas peddle, okay?"

Sarah winks at him, says, "No promises," and takes off.

"Whoa!" You twist around in your seat to watch the stunned cop recede into the distance. "That was amazing!"

"Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. I had this feeling that he wasn't the type to like flighty little girls. It seemed obvious that he couldn't resist a woman who takes charge. It was an odd feeling, I just knew what would work best on him."

"Kinda like how right now I can tell..." she reaches behind you and starts stroking your neck. "...that you wouldn't mind a little physical attention."

Your whole body goes hard. Her fingers stroke your neck in places that don't seem sexual, but still stimulate you like crazy.

Sarah pulls her hand back and laughs. It's not her usual laugh, but the kind of laugh your favorite movie stars always use when seducing the heroes of the movies. "The racing idea actually sounded fun. Maybe we should find some wide open roads. Or maybe we should go to the mall and see how much of a discount I can get with my new flirting abilities."

"What do you think?"