He's willing to wait

"Do me a favor," the cop finally says, "let me see your ass."

"Ooh, gladly, officer," you reply.

You get on your knees on the warm vinyl of the seat and turn around to face the window. Then you thrust your butt out to him and look over your shoulder to gauge his reaction.

He gives you a low whistle as though he's impressed.

"You like it?" You ask, wiggling your butt from side to side.

"It's fantastic," he laughs.

You put your head down on the seat and reach back and pull the crotch of your shorts aside to show him your pussy. Your thong is hardly enough to cover your slit and just a piece of floss over your pink asshole.

"Alright, alright," he relents. "Put it away before someone sees us."

You giggle and settle back onto the seat next to him.

"Make up your mind?"

"Yeah," he nods, "what time can I come by?"

"Well," you ponder, "it will take me about an hour or so downtown and I have to get ready for a party tonight at five. Why don't you come over around three and I can give you an hour of my time."

"Anything goes?"

"Anything you want," you give him a sultry wink.

"Okay, I'm gonna hang onto this ticket and come by your address at three sharp. If you make me wait more than ten minutes or don't show, well, I'm gonna file it with the reckless driving citation."

"Sounds fair to me," you say, "but I'll be there."

He hands you your license and registration.

"Drive safely, ma'am."

You climb out of the police cruiser and head back to your car, happy to be back on track to get your outfit for tonight's swinger party.

Once the cop has pulled away you drive back onto the road and head downtown. Traffic is busier here and tall office towers keep the streets in shadows. You don't come downtown often, but you're a suburban girl through and through and every smart suburban girl knows the best can be found in the city.

The Couture Club is on one of the main strips of downtown. Like all shopping areas here it's on the ground floor of one of the huge skyscrapers. You park in the nearest garage, being sure to tip the attendant with a 20 dollar bill and a nice view of your ass as you climb out of your Jetta.

Just walking the block or so from the parking structure to The Couture Club you turn a lot of heads and garner more than one wolf whistle. Guys drool as you walk by and girls scowl at your unashamed exhibitionism. When you reach the glass double doors of the upscale clothing establishment you walk in without hesitation.

Every piece of this year's hottest fashion is available at The Couture Club, as well as vintage clothing and a wide selection of the most exotic lingerie available.

As you view the racks of clothing from near the entrance you are approached by a beautiful woman with masculine black hair and dark brown eyes. She is wearing a revealing black silk dress that is backless down to the top of her shapely ass and has a neckline so deep it plunges to her navel. You can see the sides of her small breasts, but she has preserved some of her modesty with an elegant gold and sapphire necklace of many chains.

"How can I help you?" She asks, her voice a bit cold.