Mr. Johnson has Daisy flirt with the cops

"Fuck. I wish we could switch places," Mr. Johnson said. His eyes were wide and he was looking all over the place. Daisy wondered if booze was the only thing he was on. He was known to partake a little bit at work events, but she didn't think he had... a problem. Maybe she didn't know him at all.

"Do you have any cash? Could you bribe him?" she asked.

He scowled at her. "Are you nuts? In this city? They'd have my ass in prison by the end of the week. I wish we were in Cabo, then we'd have no problem. Hell, the cop would probably be drunker than me."

Hearing him talk about her like that hurt. Mr. Johnson might say nasty things about her in bed, but it was another thing when neither of them were turned on. "What are we gonna do, then?" she asked. She wondered if she could make a run for it. He would never forgive her for that, but with the way things were looking, he might not have the chance for ****.

"You're going to have to flirt with him," Mr. Johnson said matter-of-factly.

"What? Hit on a cop?" she gasped. If he were a stripper dressed as a cop, she would have been happy to, but the real thing? She didn't think that 'fuck cops' was meant to be taken literally.

"Or else both our asses are grass. Go on, get out. Talk him down a little. That's what you're good for, isn't it?"

Ouch, once more. A daze was hanging over her. He was right, she definitely didn't want something like this getting out. Unlike him she wasn't married, but there would be hell to pay at work. Hearings. Maybe... restitution for fraudulent wages. She sighed and opened the door of the car. Given what she had been doing when the officer had pulled them over, her legs would have wobbled even if she wasn't terrified. It didn't help the look of things, she guessed.

"Ma'am, get back in the car, please," said a deep, male voice.