Auch ein Dorfpolizist kann mal Glück haben
Datum: 05.03.2020,
Kategorien:
BDSM
Autor: Anonym
It was a hot spring night, I was on routine patrol, and
being relatively new to the job, I guess I was still
pretty green. I was working my way back to town when a
beat up Chevy flew past me. I thought I recognized the
car as I took off after it. I caught up to it and hit the
lights. I was surprised when it quickly pulled over. It
was Derek Smothers car all right. He was a local bad ass,
or so he thought.
"Derek would never just pull over, without a little chase
first," I thought.
Just in case I unclipped my gun as I approached the car.
I used my flashlight to light up it's interior. I
tapped on the passenger side window, watching as the
passenger rolled it down.
"Keep your hands were it can see them," I commanded.
Taking a quick look around the car the four passengers
complied with my order, there were two in the front and
two in the back and the other thing they had in common
was their sex, they were all women. Feeling a slight
sense of relief, I used my flashlight to light up the
driver's face.
"Miss would you turn on the interior light?" I asked.
I recognizing the driver, she was Amanda Smothers,
Derek's sister, her family was also well known around
town, they were always up to no good.
Using my flashlight I lit up the passenger in front of
me.
"Ah, the lovely Angel Harding," I thought to myself,
"what a piece of work she was," as I Shifted my
flashlight to the back seat. I light up ...
... the two back seat
passengers, they were good looking young women, but I did
not recognize them. I turned my attention back to the
driver.
"Amanda, are we in a hurry tonight?" I asked.
As I listened to her half ass excuse, I used the
opportunity to check her out since I had not seen her in
awhile. Amanda has the classic girl next-door looks,
although she didn't act that way, I mean she's cute, but
not shockingly so. She had light brown hair that was
clipped back off her face.
She was wearing a tight sky blue tee shirt that hugged
her body, making it very obvious to me that she wasn't
wearing a bra and a short white skirt and tennis shoes.
"Amanda, isn't this your brothers car?" I asked already
knowing the answer.
"Yah," she said, looking at me, while batting her pretty
green eyes.
"And does he know you have it tonight?" I asked.
After waiting a minute or so for an answer, I added. "I
mean he gave you permission to use it, I mean if I give
him a call and ask?"
"Please don't," she pleaded, as more cries of leniency
came from the back seat, which answered my question.
"Quiet," I barked, trying to regain control of the
situation.
"I'm going to need to see all of your licenses; just so I
know whom I'm dealing with," I barked.
Watching the girl's fumble for their licenses, I flashed
my light at Angel Harding's license, she was 21 years old
or so her license said.
"21, Angel c'mon you can't be ...