With subtlety. Well, compared to a sledgehammer, anyway.

"We'll fix THAT," Margaret thought darkly. She leaned over and kissed Lee again, thinking "this is the best thing you've ever tasted. You love pussy juice more than... more than chocolate!" Margaret pulled away to see a stunned look on Officer Lee's face, a look that shifted into barely controlled hunger. The cop licked her lips, trying to catch more of the wonderful new flavor.

"On the other hand," Officer Lee said, "it does seem only fair. I mean, you did service me very well."

"No," said Margaret with artful casualness, "you were right. Not getting a ticket is thanks enough, and I shouldn't be greedy." She reached for the door handle.

Lee's hand snaked out and caught Margaret by the wrist. "We're not finished," she insisted.

Margaret looked at the cop, her face devoid of expression. The submissive fantasy thing had been fun, but not something she planned to make a habit of. She really was more of a top. "What's the magic word?" she asked.

Officer Lee hesitated a moment. She was supposed to be the one in charge here, but it all seemed to be spiraling out of control. She could smell that pussy, though, wet and waiting...

"Please," she said.

Margaret smiled.