no escape for the wicked

'Ok, I am driving away, no looking back, I don't care if I thought he was sexy' All these thoughts ran through my mind as I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Excuse me miss." He responded and grabbed me by the hands.

I found myself lost in the strength in that grasp and realized I was getting wet at his touch. Damn this body, I am not gay, I don't like men. But I wasn't exactly me any more either. "Sorry officer." I stammered, feeling the heat of his body against mine.

"Have you been drinking miss Alba? What is with you movie types that you think you can do anything you want. There are laws against driving as fast as you were you know, you could have killed someone."

Listening to his voice I couldn't concentrate, desire was overcoming me and this body needed to be satisfied. Without even thinking I leaned to him once again and pressed my lips against his, my breasts pressing against his hands as he held mine. I knew I shouldn't and I didn't even want to have him but the desire was beginning to be to much. But it wasn't to be.

"That is it you are coming downtown with me. I am not going to tolerate that kind of action, you make me sick thinking I would do something with you, damn it I am a married man."

I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs on my wrists and almost in a daze I was led into the backseat of the squad car.