Sirens

David's eyes were like saucers as he tried to spot his inevitable crash appear on the horizon, but every street-crossing pedestrian or darting squirrel was avoided before he could consciously react. Alexa was keeping the ride fast and safe at the expense of abiding by traffic laws. The constant speed variation led David to experience every inch of the skin suit's synthetic pussy, as it stood in for the cars gear shifting device. Despite residing within it, David could feel the warm, fleshy folds like it was real, and it reacted like a real vagina, swelling with arousal as it lubricated itself and sending pleasurable tingles to his brain. Even as terror gripped his rational thought, primal desires slowly burnt within his loins, causing him to moan in appreciation. He had never intended the skin suits to be this anatomically correct. "Is there a pervert in the prosthetics department, too? Oh Fuck!" As a pair of dainty fingers burrowed deeper into his vulva His jagged panting became faster and shriller as he built towards the inevitable. As the middle-aged man perspired from arousal, the light, breathable flesh allowed it to glisten upon his soft, feminine tan. The cool cabin of the vehicle made the sexed-up scientist's fat nipples obvious in his skimpy top, and it was ironically Alexa's driving that prevented him from releasing the steering wheel to promote his lust through his tasty-looking tits. His hot panting breath passed his crimson lips with more urgency, but the blue and red lights filling his foggy, rearview mirror caught his rolling eyes. "Oh fuck!" He groaned in annoyance, both from being pulled over and from being blue balled. "Arriving at destination." He continued with Alexa's friendly, female voice. David looked up to see the crowded sidewalk in front of a popular nightclub. "Hopefully the cop lets me off with a warning, being at my destination an all." David hoped, looking back at the officer behind him.

On the clear straightaway, the motorcycle cop had clocked the slick driver at 20 over the limit. He didn't need to wait for the official calculation before he flipped his sirens and started the pursuit. He approached the suspected street racer and made his presence known to the dangerous driver. He could see the beautiful, panicking eyes of the woman behind the wheel as she slowed down. With her attention, he held the bike's radio mouthpiece to his lips to issue directions. "Pull over where safe!" He ordered with authority, not breaking gaze with the driver. The car's turn signal and hazard lights immediately triggered, and the speeding vehicle slowed while looking for empty curb.

"Pulling over where safe." Alexa confirmed from David's slender, shared neck. Except for a single, rightward flick and pressing on his swollen clit, his masturbation diminished as he stayed in first gear. He and Alexa scanned for a parking spot, but after almost a minute of cruising down the packed, downtown avenue, Alexa decided the next turn onto a side street was the safest location. The police motorcycle followed onto the dimly lit dead end road where they both pulled to a stop. The cop's white headlight illuminated the luxury car's interior, reflecting off the luxurious golden locks of the speeding beauty. The officer propped the bike's kickstand and approached the driver's side door. He tapped on the glass, and the window slowly descended, giving him a full view of the sexy driver; his favorite kind to pull over.

"Good evening, Ma'am." He began pleasantly. David noted the officer's name tag read 'Sullivan.' "License and registration, please." Officer Sullivan extended a gloved hand in expectation. David knew he didn't have his actual license, let alone one with a photo of his current body, but he could at least show the car was registered in his name. He'd have to bluff his way through the interaction. Jim had seemed completely entranced by his female impression during testing, so he hoped it would convince an unaware person. He prepared to give his best falsetto and lie through his teeth with his feminine charms.

"Well, you see," He started, concerned that his lady voice didn't sound as authentic as it had in the lab. "I, uh, forgot my license totally at home." He leaned into the oblivious, pretty ditz angle, considering his current body type and blatant ignorance of the law. "But my...daddy's registration is in the glove, like, box." His use of vapid vocabulary was **** and awkward, but as the hardly listening cop stared down his low cut top, it passed inspection. David smiled extra widely before leaning over to retrieve the appropriate paper work. Sullivan watched the driver's round ass cheeks stretch her leather skirt from within, as David wasn't used to moving as such an attractive woman in revealing clothes. Sullivan took his time admiring David's flexing thighs until the disguised man returned to sitting. He offered the document to the civil servant whose gaze took its time leaving David's curvy display. David tried to seem cooperative and flirty while ignoring the predatory nature of the inspection.

Officer Sullivan flashed a light on the registration, pretending to verify it. "David Smith. And that makes you..." He waited for David's female identity. Not thinking clearly in the stressful situation, David used the first female name in his head.

"Alexa." David responded, only after realizing the implications of giving out that name. He looked to the driver with a nervous, doe eyed expression. Sullivan returned the look, seeing a shy, playful slut looking up at him. These kinds of Daddy's girls were usually down to at least show some skin to get out of a ticket, and Sullivan was more than happy to **** his authority. He locked eyes with her, beginning his confirmation that she truly was down.

"A lovely name, for a lovely lady." Sullivan winked. "Ok, Alexa, if you just answer my questions and do what I say, this situation can be easy for both of us." David felt a shiver as he stared into the cop's grey eyes.

"Ok, I'll answer your questions and do what you say." Alexa's appealing, actually feminine voice jumped from David's mouth. He instinctively blushed at his subservience, giving his round cheeks a complementing glow. Sullivan was grateful to get such an upfront partner in this transaction. David tried to salvage things before the officer uses him like Jim almost had. "So will you let me, like, off with a warning for being totally so cooperative?" He hoped to persuade the officer with an awkward bat of his eyelashes. Sullivan wasn't biting.

"We'll see." The cop coyly answered. "Alexa, do you know how fast you were going?" Sullivan began the minimal process to write up a warning, including taking the driver's side of the situation.

"My average speed was 69.4 miles per hour." Alexa rattled off. David cursed the bad luck of such a suggestive speed, while Sullivan saw it as more flirting. David thought, "Why was the name working when others used it, but not when I tried to? Perfect time to discover that bug..."

"Quite the thrill seeker." Sullivan smiled hungrily. He looked down the street, confirming no pedestrians to witness anything. "Tell you what, Alexa, I'm willing to let you off with a warning this time." David sighed with relief, placing a calming hand to his beating heart, sinking his manicured fingers into tender breast. "Of course, you have to give me something for looking the other way. You know what I mean?"

"Searching for what you mean." Alexa informed the two men. David wished he could keep his pretty mouth shut. Like when the outfit had been chosen, Alexa buzzed through her online searching on the surface of David's vision to understand the officer's commands and what they most closely correlated to in her perverted code. The officer only chuckled at her strangely phrased come on. David instantly thought of how a woman like him would pay off a crooked cop, and Alexa used his human computing to understand Sullivan's intentions. "I have a few things for what you mean:" Alexa began listing sex acts like a trained prostitute, "would you like me to flash my breasts? or would you like a blow job? Or would you like to have sex?" David stuttered a few attempts at denying his offer or outright explaining his predicament, but Sullivan chose his bribe before David had a chance to finish.