Put the deal on the table

You turn around to face the cop, unnerved by seeing your reflection in his sunglasses.

"Can't we discuss this?" You ask and toy with the neckline of your shirt. "Maybe we could work something out..."

"Mmm," the officer licks his lips. "Alright, come back to my car with me and we can talk about it."

You follow him to his patrol car and climb in on the passenger side. It has a roomy vinyl bench site in the front, but the atmosphere inside the car is strange. It smells like gun oil and electronics. The busy dashboard includes a police radio that occassionally barks messages and a flat panel computer screen displaying some sort of criminal database.

You settle in next to the officer on the seat, the vinyl warm against the bare skin of your legs. You lean towards the door in such a way that he can see your ass outlined in the brown mini-shorts and most of the bare swell of your ass cheek.

"It's not easy for me to just throw away a ticket like this," he remarks, still copying down your information onto the ticket pad. "It's over a hundred dollars in fines."

"Well," you say, "maybe I could do you some sort of favor..."

You run your hand over your tits and pull at the neck of your shirt, revealing more of your bra and the smooth swell of your breast.

The cop regards you over the lenses of his sunglasses. He holds up his left hand and shows you a gold wedding band.

"Ma'am," he says, "I'm a happily married man, what makes you think I would jeopardize that and my career so you can get out of a ticket?"

"Mmmmm," you reply, trying to sound as sultry as possible, "I'm not talking about dating you, officer."

"Why don't you spell it out for me," he replies, finally starting to take the bait.

"I'm the best cocksucker in this city," you reach out and let your hand rest on his leg. "I think I can make it worth your while."

"Huh," he chuckles, "and what if I want more than a blowie in an Autozone parking lot?"

He eyes your ass over his reflective shades.

"Well, we could try," you say, "I don't know if there's enough room here. Or maybe you could come by my house later. My parents are out of town and I'd be happy to take care of you...thoroughly..."

The cop wets his lips, obviously considering which he would prefer.