Not far - he's pulled over!

As weird as this day has been so far, Donovan shrugs it off and decides, if life hands him a Ferrari, he's gonna squeeze some power out of it. May as well have fun, right? From his house on the very outskirts of town, he drives about five minutes down the road to a mostly deserted back road that goes on remarkably straight for quite a while. He pushes the gas pedal down. The powerful engine sends him flying down the road, faster than he could ever push mom's shitty Taurus.

He slows as he reaches where the road ends at an intersection and brings it around, lining up to see if he can beat his time back. He floors it hard, tires squealing as he tears off. But to his horror, he notices flashing lights in his rear view mirror. A police car had just tuned onto this little street shortly after he took off. Groaning, Donovan pulled over. Just great. He was sure it was going to be a ticket. Rene got a ticket the day after she got her second car, and mom took the keys from her for two months.

The police officer knocked on the window, jarring Donovan from his foreboding thoughts about potential punishment. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" the policewoman said. Daniels, her patch read. She was almost a caricature of a police stripper; tall, blonde, lips dressed in ruby red lipstick, even down to the hilariously cliche aviators on her face. Her ample bust strained against her fully buttoned top, and her slacks did little to hide her curvy hips and thighs. He hands her his license and registration as he answers angrily, "Speeding..."

She writes up the ticket and tears it off, handing it to him. "Well, that and a moving violation at the intersection."

"Well why don't you just write me up for that, too, put the icing on this shit cake," Donovan mumbles.

"If you insist," officer Daniels says with a shrug, writing the second ticket and tearing it off.

"Wha- No! I didn't mean it. I just... if mom sees these, she'll flip and take the keys."

"Oh," officer Daniels says. "Well, I'll take both those tickets, then. Can't have you getting this beauty taken from you for a lousy ticket." She snatches both tickets from his hands and starts to walk back to her cruiser.

Donovan is dumbfounded. Rene, the twins, mom, and a completely unrelated policewoman have done exactly as he told them. This was too weird. Maybe it was a coincidence? He swallows and decides, worth a shot. "Actually," he says, "give me the speeding ticket back." Daniels stops and returns the ticket. "Take it back," Donovan says.

"Are we don playing musical tickets?" Daniels groans, clearly annoyed. She takes the ticket back and turns again to go back to her car.

Donovan ponders for a moment. He decides, finally, that he needed to be absolutely sure his hunch was right. So he'd have to ask something Daniels, or any police officer, or any sane person, would never do under normal circumstances. "Unbutton your top, let me see your bra."

Daniels blushes, clearly embarrassed by the request, but proceeds to carefully undo the buttons of her light blue police top. She pulls it open, revealing her sizable breasts, easily DD, pent up in a simple black bra, pushing the flesh together to give her impressive cleavage.

"Oh my god," Donovan mutters. "Th-thank you, that's plenty, I think. Take the tickets and go." Now he was absolutely positive; for some reason, people are compelled to obey his commands. They don't turn into mindless slaves - they're clearly still aware of what they're doing - but they have to do it.