Hank's ticket

"Excuse me," said Sheriff Nina Reyes, curvy brown Latina, looking down into Hank's red convertible. The football player smiled innocently up at her. "Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Nope. Do you know how pants you're not wearing?"

"What?" Hank was parked by the side of the road that connected Pinkwhistle and Greenvalley, near a number of fast-food restaurants, gas stations and cosy local motels. Nina rolled her eyes. She didn't know why the men of Pinkwhistle had gotten so cocky lately, but she damn sure wasn't going to put up with it.

"Step out of the car," she said.

"Sure," said Hank, eyes flicking downward. Nina followed his gaze, and realised her blue uniform trousers were down around her ankles. So were her black panties. Her juicy round thighs, plump bottom, close-clopped black bush and dark pussy lips were completely exposed. She gasped in horror and tried to pull them back up, but Hank grabbed her wrist first.

"Unacceptable," he snapped, sounding exactly like her old drill sergeant from the academy. "Officer, I'm going to have to test your mental state to make sure you're still able to carry out your duties. Hands on your head. Walk from here to that oak tree."

"In a second, let me just..."

"Now!"

Nina waddled the hundred feet or so to the oak tree, pants still around her ankles, luscious backside wiggling. Cars honked as they zoomed past. People in the nearby burger joint were peering through the windows, trying to make out what was going on. She turned around and walked back, feeling Hank's gaze on her pussy every step of the way.

He slipped a finger inside her, and put it in his mouth. "Wet," he said, shaking his head. "Don't know what they're teaching you girls at the academy these days. Go get me a burger."

"But..."

"You learn to follow orders, rookie. Or you're off the force."

So Nina walked into the nearby restaurant, strode up to the counter, and ordered a burger with the lot from an astonished waitress in a blue dress. With her pants down. Several minutes later she returned to the car, and handed Hank a paper bag.

"Hey," said one of the four biker girls, with spiky hair and leather jackets, who'd followed Nina back from the burger joint. "What's going on?"

Hank held up a finger for them to wait while he finished wolfing down the burger. "Mind control," he explained, when he was ready. "I can make women do pretty much whatever I want. It's really cool."

"Oh, yeah?" said the head biker girl, a tough-looking but definitely still very sexy blonde. "You think you can push us around?"

"Let's find out. Hey, I could eat another one of these things."

Several more minutes later, Hank, Nina and the four biker girls were sitting at a booth in the burger restaurant. Hank was polishing off his third burger and second plate of fries. Nina's trousers and panties had been disposed of, leaving her in only her blue uniform shirt and matching hat. The biker girls, in leather boots and whipped cream bikinis, looked around nervously, hoping not to run into anyone they knew.

"Can I get you anything else?" the cute blonde waitress said, roses blooming in her cheeks. She was no longer wearing a blue dress. What she wore instead were white panties with a pattern of strawberries on them, and a dab of whipped cream on each pink nipple. Hank had decided this was going to be her uniform for the rest of the month. "Some dessert, maybe?"

"No, thanks. I'm good for now. Hey, who's up for a road trip?"