Pat her down

"What's your name,miss?" he asks the lovely brunette.

"Melissssha...Melissa" The drunk woman stammers. "And you are...?"
Her flirting just will not cease.

"Well, right now I am the one deciding whether or not to take you in for DUI. Turn around and face the car,miss. Place your hands on the roof."

Melissa emits a semi-chuckle,semi-sigh as she spins uneasily on her heels and leans that fantastic frame against the car.

The officer moves in behind her. "Now do you have anything on you I should know about? Any ****,weapons,things like that?"

She shakes her head, causing her golden brown locks to flop about.

The officer starts to slide his hands all over her, first down her arms, then he slows his pace as her reaches her torso, and he cops a nice feel of her full breasts. Melissa notices, but doesn't react to the grope.

His hands slide down her waist and slowly caress every inch of her legs. Fully enjoying the silky feel of her stockings, he relishes in the touch as he slides his hands all the way down.

"Okay, miss" begins the officer "Here's the deal..."

What is his "deal"? sexual favors? the officer will drive her home? other ideas?