Officer drives her home

"Turn around, please, miss" He continues. "Now I cannot let you drive home in this condition, however...since you have been so cooperative, I will drive you to your home and send a tow truck for your car. The alternative is me booking you for driving under the influence."

Melissa smiles, feeling that once again, she is able to use her sexuality to get anything she wants.

"Oh, thank you officer!" She says as she licks her red lipstick-covered lips.

"Now if you would turn back around once more, please" the patrolman says "it is policy that you must be handcuffed while in the backseat of a patrol car, so place your hands behind your back." He takes out his cuffs and handcuffs the vixen before leading her back to her car.

"Can I get my purse, pleaassh sir?" The drunken Melissa stammers as she is led to the backseat of the cruiser.

"No problem, ma'am. I'll get it in a second." The officer glances in at her amazing legs as the brunette is placed into the backseat. He then proceeds to grab her purse while chatting on his radio.

"Yeah, a tow truck for a red Honda Civic on Route 55 West, right by Lincoln Boulevard. Yeah...yeah...code 7273" He says into his radio while he walks back to the car. He opens the door and shows the purse to Melissa through the plexiglass divider and gets behind the wheel.

Off they go, heading down the road. Melissa is so **** that it has not dawned on her that she has never informed the officer of where she lives, nor has he looked at her license. The groggy sexpot leans over, sleepy as the car rolls on.

After some time, she snaps awake, the car is still rolling on, she looks around and doesn't recognize the area.

"Officer? Where are we? I thought you were taking me home?" she asks, still buzzing from all the booze.

The patrolman tries to hide the smirk on his face.

"Don't worry, ma'am. We are almost there." He says to his passenger.