Sirens

As I stood there shakily, taking deep breaths to try and get my bearings, flashing lights startled me. A siren wailed _Wee-woo, _on repeat as the lights held my drunken gaze. Before I could get my bearings, the door opened and a flashlight was pointed at me. I threw up my arm to try and block the harmful light, but stumbled back as if physically shoved.

“Easy there kid, you’ve clearly had too much tonight.” Her voice was soft and high, yet carried such a confidence to it that **** her words through my haze. I lowered my arm and took a steadying breath as I gazed at the cop walking towards me.

She was at least 5 foot 10, so taller than me, and in the normal police garb that hid her figure well. That being said, she was clearly not in the least bit overweight, had at least c cup breasts and an ass that looked firm enough to bounce quarters off. None of that compared to her face though. Her skin was luminous, free of any and all blemishes. Her smile delicate, but framed with plump and luscious lips that begged to be kissed. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that brought me back to the oceans in Aruba and made me lose my breath. And her hair, long, wavy, shinning brown that fell down her back.

I don’t know how long I stared at this gorgeous woman, but eventually she broke the spell with a question. “So kid, I saw you throw up over there, you okay?”

I stammered as I replied, “y-y-yes m-ma’am I’m f-f-fine. Just a few too many.” I laughed awkwardly, trying not embarrass myself further in front of her. She’d already seen me puke, but I still have some pride left.

She studied me closely, her sparkling eyes roaming up and down me appraisingly as I waited. She gave herself a quick nod to herself, or maybe I imagined it, and cleared her throat, speaking now with more authority than kindness. “Listen, here’s the deal...”