Interrogation

You try the radiant smile on the officer again as you exit the vehicle, but you are so nervous at this point that the smile probably seems more off putting than charming.

The officer runs you through the battery of drunk driving tests, touching your nose, walking a straight line, reciting your ABCs, etc., all of which you are able to pass easily, despite your nervousness.

"Anything else, officer?" Despite your best efforts, your voice audibly squeaks. You hug yourself, it was getting chilly out here.

The policewoman flashes the light in your face for what feels like the 500th time."Can I speak to you in private, Ms. Locke?" She motions you toward her cruiser.

Not good. Was she going to arrest you? For what exactly?

You feel even more on edge when she waves you into the back seat, although you relax a little as she crawls in after you.

She sighs, then removes her police cap, releasing a long braid of pretty blonde hair. Reaching up she switches on the overhead cabin light.

"You want to tell me what this is about, officer?"

"Well you're not drunk, that much is clear." She fixes you with those piercing blue eyes again, and you feel like you could just fall into them.

"You want to tell me why you were swerving around, Ms. Locke? Why, when I turned on my lights, I saw your "sister's" head bolt up from your lap, Ms. Locke? Why your "sister" conveniently doesn't have any ID? And most of all, you want to tell me why your "sister's" lipstick is on your thighs, Ms. Locke?" She sets her jaw. "That's not your sister, is it Ms. Locke? She's a prostitute, isn't she?"

You give your first genuine laugh since this whole incident began. "Shan?" You laugh again, covering your mouth. "A prostitute?? Heeheehee!!" You dissolve into giggles, you can't help yourself. "Here officer, look!" You pull out your phone and flip over to you picture archive. "Look, see? Here's a selfie with me and Shannon in Seattle last month, oh, and here's one of me my mom and Shan having dinner at the space needle." You flip through some older photos. "Here's one of my mom and Shan at my college graduation! See?" You show her your phone.

The policewoman examines the photos, some of her sternness replaced with confusion. "But, the wad of cash in your purse..."

"Oh that! We're headed to a small get together, I thought If I needed to pay for a pizza or something that I'd better be prepared."

"Oh." Her brow knits as she looks from the phone to you. "So what was going on back there then?"

"Ah... you see, my sister dropped her mints!" It's literally the only thing you can think of, but as far as excuses go, it covered all the bases. "It just happened to roll over to my side officer. She made a dive for it but ended up smacking her face on my thigh. She's super clumsy, haha." Unlike your earlier giggles, this laughter sounds ****, but considering you've never had to lie to a cop before, you feel like you're doing pretty good.

The policewoman seems to relax a little, but her eyes remain cold.

"So sorry about the swerving officer... I can't wait to tell my sister you thought she was a hooker! The look on her face will be priceless!" You giggle again, you can't help it. "I hope that's not a comment on how she dresses!" Your giggles intensify, your sides starting to shake. One hand goes to cover your mouth, the other goes down to rest lightly on top of the officer's where it rested on the seat.

Once again, your eyes meet.

Holy shit, is that a smile?

Holy shit, it is! You were going to thaw this ice queen yet!

"Yes, and you can tell her I'm sorry, Ms. Locke. I've just had a really long day and well... you do what I do and sometimes you start seeing things that aren't there." She continues to smile at you and you feel your heart thud in your chest.

"It's ok officer. My sister has a great sense of humor about things." You brush your hair back, then arch your eyebrow at her mischievously. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone you were looking at my thighs, either." You cock your head a little, the corner of your mouth curling into a sly smirk.

A little bit of pink creeps into the policewoman's cheeks, and her hand suddenly feels a little clammy under yours.

She clears her throat, then pretends to cough into her hand. Oh yeah, you got her good with that one. This was starting to get fun.

"I suppose I owe you an apology too, Ms. Locke."

"Oh, it's no problem at all officer...?"

She swallows before speaking again. "Lewis... officer Lewis."

"You have a first name, Officer Lewis?" The more uncertain she becomes, the more daring you feel. The power dynamic has DEFINITELY shifted.

Top in the streets, bottom in private. Your exact opposite. You squeeze her hand, running your thumb over her knuckles.

The pink on her cheeks turns to a full on blush.

Shy too. That's ok, you could work with shy.

Now that you're no longer afraid she would arrest you, (or worse, call your mother) you have a chance to really admire her. Long blonde braided hair, sharp features, and those eyes. Hot damn those baby blues were gorgeous. She had the grace and body of someone who clearly worked out, certainly a must in her profession.

Outside, a light spring rain starts to fall, the pitter-patter on the roof of the squad car faint but audible. Inside, it was getting a little warm in the close confines of the squad car.

"Naomi." She says at last, her eyes finally meeting yours.

You smirk. "Well hi there Naomi, I'm Kristen." You purr a little as you say her name. You scoot just a touch closer to her on the seat.

She tenses a little as you draw near, but makes no attempt to stop you.

"I have to say, it's refreshing to have someone staring at my legs. Usually it's my tits that grab people's attention." You release her hand, and run a finger back and forth slowly along the neckline of your dress, practically daring her to stare down the front of it. You lean forward a little and lower one shoulder, trying to give her the best view possible. As you do, one of the straps on your dress goes rogue, sliding down to rest on your upper arm, leaving your black bra strap exposed.

Naomi stares openly, her lips slightly parted. "I... should... I should be on my..." She seems out of breath, and totally unable to tear her gaze away from your ample cleavage.

"They are super nice though, I get it." You're still whispering. "...and they feel nice too." You take her hands and gently bring them to your tits, and she begins massaging them over your dress almost like a women possessed. A low, guttural moan escapes her mouth.

You tilt your head back and groan as she picks up the pace, her hands becoming rougher and more insistent as she gets going. You run your fingers through your hair, passionate grunts escaping your lips as she turns toward you on the seat.

She locks eyes with you, and all that authority and assertiveness she had from before has been replaced by an open, fiery gay lust. "You know, it's an arrest-able offense to grab an officer's hands like that, ma'am." Her voice is a throaty, hungry whisper.

"You want to put me in handcuffs officer?" Your voice is husky and teasing. "Or do you just want me to spread 'em?" Your tongue snakes out and runs along your upper lip.

She leans forward and kisses you hard, pushing you down onto your back. She repositions herself, scooting down so she can bury her face in your boobs. You giggle lustily at the sensation, one hand reaching up to brace yourself against the car door, the other going down to hold her head to your tits.

"Oh officer, is this how they train you to frisk people? If so I may have to get arrested by you again!" You strain upwards, pushing yourself against her as the two of you fumble in the cramped space of the squad car.

Naomi comes up for air, straddling you she plants her knees on the car seat on either side of you, and you brace her back with your thighs, your heels digging into the soft seat of the squad car.

Naomi fumbles furiously with her black police belt, cursing at it as she pulls madly at the clasp.

You give her a sexy laugh, then reach down to try and help her release her belt, pulling the strap out and finally freeing the clasp. With that out of the way, you pull her zipper down for her, your fingers sliding in to rub up and down the front of her white cotton panties.

Naomi sucks in a deep breath, one hand planting itself on the the ceiling of the car, and the other quickly popping open the buttons running down the front of her uniform, exposing her matching white bra. She shudders as you continue to work your hand against the front of her panties.

Her hips start to rock, pushing herself up and down, **** for more friction. Her long blonde braid bounces along with her. It's pretty cute.

She looks down at you again and you lick your lips up at her, her strained face painted with lust.

"Does the horny little cop want to ride my fingers?" You breathe, looking at her through lidded eyes.

"Y-yes!" She stammers, her jaw is clenched, and her eyes seem unable to leave your face.

You pull your hand out of her pants, and offer her your pointer and middle finger. She sucks them into her mouth eagerly, her hot tongue running over them.

"MMM!!" She moans, sucking them with fervor.

She releases them with a pop, then sets her jaw again, staring down at you as you slip your now wet fingers into her panties.

You ease a finger into her.

Her body shakes, keeping one hand on the ceiling, she licks the other and starts playing with her clit as you finger fuck her.

"Oh baby, you are sooo good at this hrgghhhhhh..." She practically snarls as she bounces up and down on your fingers. Her bra isn't quite able to stop her tits from bouncing along with her.

"I love fucking you with my fingers baby, your so wet and juicy, I love it!" You push a second finger in, thrusting them in as far they'll go, building speed along with her.

Naomi continues to rub her clit furiously, her face scrunching up as suddenly her whole body freezes mid bounce. "OHMYGAAAWD!!!!!!!! IT FEELS SOOOOOOOOO GOOD!! MMMMMMM!!!" Her eyes roll back, and both hands return to the ceiling.

You wrap your arm around her thigh, your free hand replacing hers on her clit. "How's that feel, baby? You like that?" You wink up at her.

"OHHHHHH BABY YESSSS!!!" Naomi squeals in pleasure as your hands start to move faster.

"Oh yeah sweetie, it's gonna happen. I'm gonna make that pussy cum so fucking hard!! I know it wants to, just let it happen sexy!!"

The windows are covered in fog, and the whole car is rocking back and forth in time with Naomi's bounces as you finger fuck her to climax.

She cums hard, slamming down on your fingers and exhaling in a shriek of pleasure.