Maybe have some fun with a little joyride.

After fucking your submissive live-in maid, your overly devoted secretary, and a pair of twin stripper bimbos, you were feeling pretty good. You have a brand new car, several hundred bucks in your pocket, a free place to live, and a high-status job where it takes no effort to excel. You walk across the parking lot to your Tesla with a huge grin on your face.

For the first time in a long time, you think, sliding into your car, things are looking good.

You slide on your sunglasses, pull onto the highway and crank up the radio.

It's Free Bird. You drive for a while listening to the song and letting your mind wander, but as the guitar solo kicks into high gear and traffic thins out, you say "fuck it."

You press the pedal down. In just a few seconds, you're approaching 100 miles per hour.

110.

125.

150.

180.

205.

Before you could get to the 250 mark, you see flashing lights way back in your rear view mirror.

Fuck!

You know you could outrun them, but there's no way they wouldn't be able to track you down. You might as well pull over and eat the ticket. Hell, with your new salary and your... other income streams, you could actually afford to pay a ticket.

You come to a stop on the shoulder. Close to a minute later, the cop catches up to you and parks behind you, lights flashing. You turn the radio off.

"...though this feeling I can't cha--" *Click.*

The cop approaches your window, gun drawn, but not pointed at you.

"Hands on the wheel! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL!"

You comply.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you have the slightest idea how fast you were going?"

"Yes, Officer, uh, Mendoza," you say, seeing his nameplate. "I'm sorry. I just got promoted and I got this new car, and I was feeling great and I just wanted to see how fast I could go," you say, nervously stammering.

"I clocked you at two hundred and thirty six miles an hour! If you hit something, we'd be taking you out of here in a bucket, you fucking maniac! Get out of the car. Right fucking now."

You move to comply, but his gun raises slightly.

"SLOW, MOTHERFUCKER!"

Jesus, this guy is twitchy. Must be a rookie.

You move your hand slowly out the window and open the door from the outside so your hands remain visible at all times.

As soon as you're out, he's on you.

"You could have killed somebody, asshole, you know that? Regular people drive this highway. With kids. You want to kill yourself, don't do it on my fucking highway, and don't put anybody else in danger."

"I'm sorry, officer. Just give me a ticket, and I'll pay it," you say, chastened.

"What? Oh, fuck no, rich boy. You think you're better than me because you got a fancy electric car and some bullshit promotion? This is my highway. You think you can throw your checkbook around and get away with anything you want? I'm taking you in."

"What?!"

"You're under arrest, Speed Racer."

The cop grabs you and throws you down on the hood. The handcuffs click around your wrists. He frisks you, removing everything from your pockets and placing it all on the hood next to you.

Phone. Keys. Wallet. Earbuds in a tangled mess of cords. A few coins. A big fucking wad of cash.

You hear him holster his weapon behind you. He grabs your shoulder and turns you to face him.

"What the fuck is all this?"

"Money," you say, sheepishly.

"Where did you get it? You selling ****?"

"No! No, I got it from work, sir."

"Yeah, right," he scoffs. "If you can prove where you got it, file a report at the station and you'll get it back. Until then... I've been wanting a hot tub," he chuckles, pocketing the huge wad of bills.

He leads you to the cruiser and shoves you in the back, making sure to smack your head against the doorframe on the way in.

"Oops, low ceiling," he sneers.

You sit in the back of the cruiser as he stands outside and radios for someone to come pick up your car to take it to impound.

I should have fucking run...

Just then, you feel your fingers close around something that wasn't there before. The stereotype gun.

Oh great. I'm in the back of a cop car with a gun. I'm gonna get fucking killed, you think. Shit, it's trapped behind my back. What the fuck am I going to do?!

You twist and strain and flex your new arm muscles and *POP,* you break the chain on the handcuffs.

Just then, Mendoza gets in the car and slams the door. He sticks his grinning face in the chain fence separating front and back.

"Captain owes me a favor, and I'm calling it in to push your new car to the top of the auction pile. I'm gonna use your cash to buy your car at auction before you can bail out, dipshit."

He smugly turns forward to start the engine.

You breathe, press the gun to the fence and pull the trigger.

Officer Mendoza is engulfed in blinding flash of white light.

Instead of the imposing, muscular, angry Officer Mendoza, you see a curvy young Latina wearing a too-tight police uniform--she's practically bursting out of it.

"Excuse me, officer? Would you mind uncuffing me?"

"Of course, sir," she purrs, coming around to open the back of the cruiser. You step out and hold out your wrists. She uncuffs each side and they fall to the street.

"Sorry about that," she says. "Why were you back there, anyway?"

"I'm Mark, from the civilian oversight committee. I was training you to properly conduct a traffic stop, rookie." you respond.

"You were? Oh, right, of course you were," she grins. "How did I do?"

"How did I do, SIR," you correct her. "Don't forget, I'm in charge here, Miss Mendoza."

"Officer--" she starts, but then stops herself. "Of course. Sir. How did I do, sir?" she asks.

"Not well at all. Honestly, you fucked up pretty bad," you say.

"I did? What did I do wrong?" she asks.

"You acted like a total cunt, you dim fucking bitch. You were rude, you swore at me, you stole my money, you threatened to steal my car, and you handcuffed me for speeding."

"I did?" she asks, puzzled. "I don't remember--"

*SLAP!*

You hit the cop across the face with your open hand.

"Shut your fucking whore mouth, you dumb twat. You're going to radio the station and tell them to cancel your backup, tell them you're letting me go, and then we're going down to the station so you can resign. You shouldn't be a cop."

"But it was my lifelong dream, sir."

"Well, you fucking sucked at it and you can't do it anymore. You belong in a position more appropriate for your skills."

"Like what?"

"Being my personal bodyguard slash cumdump."

She thinks for a moment.

"You really think I'd be good at that, sir?" she asks, eager to please.

"There's only one way to find out" you say. "Now, since we agree you don't deserve to be a cop, take off that lie of a uniform."

She strips, there on the side of the highway. Removing her uniform shirt reveals a set of round, heavy tits that stick out proudly above her tight, athletic stomach. Her wide hips shake her plump ass as she shimmies the tight pants down her smooth, toned legs. Her pubic hair is trimmed into a tasteful V above her wet slit.

A passing trucker blows his horn at the sight.

You pull her behind the cruiser and push her face down onto the hood. You open your pants, pull out your hard cock and drive it home into the young Latina's pussy. You feel her hymen break, a feeling you've grown quite used to today as you jackhammer yourself into her little cunt.

"You like that, you little bitch?" you hiss at the cop who had tried to steal from you, who had tried to lock you up.

"Ay, papi. Your dick is so fucking big. Fuck me, papi."

You grab a fistful of her long wavy brown hair and pull it cruelly, wrenching her head back and forcing her to arch her back as you continue your **** on her tight twat.

"Harder! Harder!" she yelps with each thrust. You use your other hand to smack her ass viciously over and over as you fuck her.

"Yes!" she cries. "Use me, papi. I'm your little slut, I'm your little spic whore, fuck me, papi. Use my little pussy, papi."

You pull out of her pussy and kick the back of her knees, sending her to the pavement. She rolls onto her back and you sit on her stomach. You grab her big tits and shove your cock between them.

"Yeah, bitch, you like when I fuck your fat tits, don't you?" you ask her.

"Fuck yes, papi. I'm your little fucking bitch. Fuck these big titties!"

You feel your orgasm approaching, so you slap her across the face again.

"Open that fucking mouth, slut!" you order her.

"Yes, sir!" she chirps, opening wide and sticking out her tongue.

You blow your load, coating her face and tongue in thick ropes of cum.

"There ya go, ya pathetic little slut. A nice load of cum from your new Master," you say as you fire off shots into the pretty Latina's face.

She slurps it greedily, using her fingers to move your sperm from her face into her mouth.

After a minute or so, she gets back to her feet. You give her your address.

"Go resign, then come meet me here, Miss Mendoza," you tell her.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," she replies. She turns to get back into the cruiser. And then, "Oh, and sir... My name is Isabela."

Two hours later, the former Officer Mendoza is at your apartment to start her new life.