He arrests you

Thick cum drips down your lower back and onto the seat. You’re still shaking, trying to pull your skirt down with trembling fingers, when his expression hardens.

“Because you didn’t listen,” he growls, “I’m taking you in.” Your heart stops. “What? No please! I did everything you asked! I sucked you, I let you fuck me” He ignores your protests, grabbing your wrists and snapping cold metal cuffs around them with practiced speed. The click echoes loudly in the cruiser.

“You pulled away when I told you to take it,” he says flatly, zipping himself up. “That’s resisting. Now you’re under arrest for DUI and obstruction.”

Panic explodes in your chest. You twist against the cuffs, voice rising. “This isn’t fair! You forced me! You said if I did it you’d let me go! I’ll tell them what you did—”

He leans in close, his face inches from yours, breath still heavy with exertion. His hand grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“No one will believe you,” he says, voice low and venomous. “You’re just another drunk Hollywood slut who got pulled over and cried rape to avoid a DUI. I’ve got the breathalyzer reading. I’ve got your messy clothes, your smeared makeup, and your cum-stained back. Who do you think they’ll believe — some desperate nobody who just moved here, or a decorated officer with a clean record?”

Tears spill down your cheeks as the reality crashes over you. He straightens up, starts the cruiser, and begins driving.

“Smart girls learn to keep their mouths shut,” he adds coldly. “Maybe a night in holding will teach you better manners for next time.”