That he's seen her before

"Have you been drinking tonight Ms. Wegner?"

Tanya didn't have ****, which the officer meant, but she had juice during dinner. "Yes, a couple of glasses with dinner," she replies.

There's a pause. Clearly, he wasn't expecting that answer. "I need you to step out of the vehicle."

Tanya wants to protest. She hadn't done anything wrong, but her body started to move. The door opens and her butt moves on the cum soaked seat. Her bare feet step onto the road. As she exits she feels the cool fall air on her body. It's much too chilly to be in a bikini. The officer is aware of this. "A little late in the year for hitting the beach," he says. Tanya nods her head.

"Are you maybe coming from the club?" he asks. Tanya didn't understand the question. "No, my friend's house."

She can barely see the cop's face with his flashlight blinding her. She's pretty sure he's grinning. "Uh-huh. Friend's house, sure. Not drinking and dancing tonight? Earning some amateur dollars?"

Tanya is confused by the line of questioning. "No, honest. I was with my friend Maggie and her Dad." She feels her cheeks blush as she mentions Maggie's Dad.

"Sure, why don't you walk the line for me? One foot in front of the other."

Tanya wasn't worried. She had great balance. She walks the white line from her car to the cop car.

"Did you, uh, have an accident, Ms. Wegner?"

"No," she says, thinking he's asking about a car accident.

"It's just, well, there's a puddle on your seat, and your bottoms are clearly wet."

Tanya blushes even deeper. "Oh, um, that..."

"Did you have so much to drink at the strip club you couldn't control your bladder and pissed yourself?"

Tanya is shocked. He knew about the strip club?

"Oh gosh, no, I wasn't at the strip club tonight. I was at Maggie's house and that's Mr. Mendelsohn's cum," Tanya hears herself blurt out and is absolutely horrified by the admission. She tries to correct herself. "Wait, no, I mean that's his load leaking from my ass."

"Oh shit, I knew it! You are that chick from the strip club the other night. Holy shit. Me and the boys struggled with not busting you because you broke so many indecency laws on that stage. Tony's a good friend of the police union, so we thought it would be best to let it slide and enjoy the show. Fuck, and what a show it was. You and your partner were so filthy. So what, are you out turning tricks?"

Tanya feels a brief flicker of shame at being recognized, but the orders that she "loves showing off her body" combined with the one where "she loves stripping" to quickly save the day. She smiles as pride shoves the shame aside. "You saw me on stage?"

"Hell, yeah," the cop says. "Amateur night is usually a mixed bag, but you and that Raven chick were un-fucking-forgettable. But, I need to know, are you prostituting yourself on the side?"

Tanya is taken aback by the accusation that she is a prostitute. Despite everything happening these past few weeks, she still considered herself a wholesome 18-year-old. As the curse is about to reply, a car speeds past, only breaking when the driver must realize it has passed a cop car - or possibly the fact that there was a scantily clad young woman.

The cop scrunches up his face and sighs. "Ah, we're too exposed out here. You're probably freezing. Why don't you get out your cell phone and take my number?"

"I can't," Tanya says, realizing she left it in Maggie's Dad's garage. "I forgot it."

The cop smirks. "I see. We can do this the old-fashioned way." He takes out a notepad and scribbles his name and number. "You'll call me on Tuesday so we can talk about a possible job for a buddy of mine. As long as you do, no one will find out about your side gig. Understand?"

Tanya didn't wholly understand because she didn't have a job, but she had to agree with the request. "Yes, Officer," she replies.

He slips the paper into the front of her bikini's waistband. "Shit, I can't help myself. I'll let you off with a warning if you take off that top and show me your tits?"

The officer didn't need to use **** on Tanya. The thought of showing off her body makes her excited. She breathily replies, "yes, officer" and she slips off her bikini.

"God damn, shit. You better call me Tuesday," after taking a long eyeful, he heads to his car. "Get home safely and take it slow," he yells. Tanya gets into her car and, because she wasn't told to put the top back on, throws it on the side seat.