The squad car

“Good evening Miss”, the officer repeated.

Jeni said nothing, flashing back to the moment.

“Are you aware of the speed you were doing”.

“Yes officer”, she said trying to be polite. “It was an accident”.

“Yes, miss. But I have to inform you, you were doing 45 miles per hour in a 30 zone. Can you step out of the car please?” His voice was deep and resonant, she thought absently. How very Welsh!

Jeni opened the door and got out, feeling physically sick, the mix of cocktails threatening to return in her anxiety. Se was still in the low cut black dress she had been wearing earlier for the night out, and she felt even more uncomfortable now, watching the cop looking her up and down before he spoke again. His ice blue eyes lingered just too long on her deep cleavage and her heavily supported breasts. She felt the cool night breeze coming off the bay on her too bare skin and shivered involuntarily. The policeman stepped close to her, standing straight in front, invading her personal space so much that she took a step backwards and ended up bumping backwards into her little Volkswagen Up and stumbling slightly.

The cop caught her by the elbow, towering over her, “Have you been drinking ma’am?”

Oh shit! Thought Jenny. Here we go. “Just a glass or two officer”, she lied, and tried her best to look sober, overly conscious that her focus was going in and out and by trying to correct it she was staring furiously at the man, trying to hold her breath so he wouldn’t smell **** fumes. God! She must reek of them.

“I’m going to have to ask you to accompany me to the police car over there Miss”, he said and indicated the squad car, illuminating the countryside with its quietly flashing blue lights then took her arm and marched her faster than she was comfortable with to it before opening the door and almost stuffing her into the back-seat. Her shoes had only just cleared the sill when the door was slammed shut behind her. Jeni was surprised to see that there was no-one else in it though. She had expected that he would have had a partner in the car. Wasn’t there some sort of procedure? A moment later, she was even more surprised, when instead of getting in the driver’s seat, the policeman got into the other side of the rear of the car and sat down beside her.

The large police officer, who physically dwarfed Jeni, took up more than his half share of the rear seat. Jeni felt crowded and backed herself up against the door. Alarm bells began ringing dimly in Jeni's head.

“You’re in quite a lot of trouble Miss”, began the cop with a wicked grin, staring lasciviously at her.