Why pay a ticket you can get out of?

You're not about to pay a ticket when your charms seem to be working on this beefy cop.

"I need to see your license and registration, please," he says.

"Oh," you reply, "here I have my license..."

You hand him your driver's license.

"I have to look for the registration in my glove box."

You lean over and pop open the glove compartment. The registration is right there on top of the manuals and other junk you've stored in there, but you intentionally let it fall on the floor of the passenger side.

"Whoopsy," you say, "let me get that."

You get on your knees on your seat and then lean all the way down into the passenger side, being sure to flip up the pleated white skirt as you stretch down. The mini-short cinch up between the cheeks of your ass and you can feel your pussy outlined by the fabric.

You thrust your butt up towards the cop as you pretend to search for the dropped registration. You wiggle your butt from side to side and prolong the search for nearly a minute. You're pretty sure the cop has a pornographic view of your tight buns and your pussy lips.

"Got it!" You exclaim.

Before you sit back up you drag your bra down just a bit so that your pink nipples pop out of the cups. When you slide back into your seat your hard nipples are plainly visible to the cop.

"Here you go," you hand the cop the registration paper and give him a sexy smile.

"Ma'am, your, ah...," he gestures to your overflowing tits with his pen.

"Oopsy!" You cry and quickly tuck your nipples back into your bra. "They've got a mind of their own."

"Mmmhmmm," he says. "Why don't you step out of the vehicle."

He takes a step back so you can climb out of your car. You swing your long supple legs out first and then stand next to him.

"Turn around and face the vehicle," he instructs and you comply. "Place your hands on the door."

"Are you arresting me?" You ask with concern.

"No, ma'am," he says, "just making sure you don't have any **** or illegal weapons."

You feel his hands on you, his intent to grope you immediately apparent as he is patting down your bare legs for ****. He works his way up, stroking your calves and thighs before his hands slide up under the white pleated skirt to squeeze the firm cheeks of your ass. A finger slides between the outlined lips of your pussy, rubbing several times and brushing against your clit. You moan with pleasure.

People in the parking lot are staring at you in your sexy outfit as the cop works his way over your hips and up your back. He reaches around and massages the soft flesh of your breasts.

"I'm still gonna write you that ticket," he whispers in your ear.

You see the game he's playing, taking advantage of your generosity without giving you a break. The only way to get through to someone like this guy is to make a bold offer.