Southern Boulevard

It’s on Southern Boulevard where it happens: you have your hand up Alexis's mini-skirt, playing with her eternally dripping wet pussy (although it’s hard to get a good grip on the slut's sex with the car seat where it is.)

At this point, you’re passing the flask bath and forth, (you couldn't resist, and it IS past 5pm) but you’re trying to drink as much as possible so that Alexis doesn’t get completely wasted and kill you both.

Alexis isn’t very much for conversation, but during a commercial break between the crappy top 20 pop songs that the radio plays over and over again, she fills you in that she’s studying economics at university. The busty bimbette either sleeps with the professors or TAs to earn her grades, or she copies off of various nerds in the class, all of them eager to endear themselves to the massive-chested, rich sorority bitch.

Surprisingly, Alexis mentions her family quite a bit, although she’s not very bright so it’s not a coherent story. And it’s not like Alexis is family oriented or loves her family members, more like she just brags about them because they’re apparently pretty powerful people.

"One time at Richfield," Alexis tells you with pride, "I hit Becky Smith with my lacrosse stick right in the face. Just because I could. Ruined the dumb bitch's new nose job, but daddy got the judge to throw out the lawsuit."

"I fucked that fat cow's father and brother both while she was in the hospital. Hahaha!"

Alexis is telling you this while she’s taking a nip from the flask of liquor, which turns out to be flavored vodka.

That's when the police lights hit. The squad car doesn’t turn on their sirens because they’re already right behind you. You’re in a little bit of traffic right off of the main highway, along a series of gas stations and warehouses that supply the businesses of the university town.

"Oh fuck!" Alexis looks more annoyed than worried.

Holy fucking shit this is going to be a problem if they find what’s in your backpack…

To make matters worse, Alexis actually hits the gas when the traffic in front of you clears, as though she doesn’t see the cop right behind you (or maybe the dumb cunt thinks it’s for someone else?). But the police siren does go off this time and the voice on the loudspeaker, a female voice, orders her to pull over.

Alexis is in the right hand lane and quickly ducks into the parking lot of a gas station / convenience store.

You tell yourself to relax as the cop gets out of the car and walks up to you.