Pulled over (MOYD & LusciousLollies)

Marcus Dean, age 48, had been tuning out the chatter on his police dispatch for nearly an hour. It had been a grinding day and he had to pull the night shift to boot. He picked this back-road path since it required the least amount of work and tended to nab him at least one drunk or speeder each time he staked it out.

He’d popped one of the pills from his collection of pharmaceuticals he’d confiscated from arrests when he’d started his watch, and it was slowly wearing off. He contemplated taking another to see what the mixture would do for him, until he saw the faint glow of approaching headlights. His police cruiser was parked behind an old and dilapidated ground-mounted billboard sign, which in the dark was all but impossible to distinguish.

As the car drove by, the radar gun on his dash beeped and read “50”. Ten miles per hour over the all-but-nonexistent speed limit for the back roads. Since the nearest speed sign had fallen over a few weeks back it was all the easier to nab drivers on this road.

He illuminated his blue and red lights and punched his cruiser into gear and chased down the car, hitting a few notes on his siren until the car slowed down and pulled over. During his chase, what he did notice was that it wasn’t the speeding that was much of a problem, but the way the car swirled on the road. Marcus had nothing to lose. If the driver was okay upon pulling over, he would just let him/her go. If not, he was one ticket down in his monthly quota, so why not! He pulled over behind the fancy car, wondering if it’s some rich old dude…them old men had nothing better to do than to waste money on a piece of shit cars. Such as the one that was pulled over in the front. He finally stepped out, his hand on the gun that was in its holster, making his way towards the passenger side of the car before he knocked on the window, “Lower down your windows please.” He spoke in his manly tone of voice.

He was wary as he approached the car, knowing that a secluded road was the prime place for trouble. When he shined his flashlight into the car and saw it was a lone young woman, he relaxed. His light did not stop its assessment of the car and the driver though.

‘Dayum. What’s a little minx like you doing out here so late? You should have a police escort.’ Marcus thought in the back of his head. Marc’s imagination was not a polite one, and he was already looking at her a bit differently. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” He said it as he smelled the car for alcohol.

He was going to ask her a series of questions designed to trick her into admitting guilt or allowing him to search her car. If he was going to make all this time waiting out here worth it, he would need to make this stop count. Looking for drugs or getting her to unwittingly admit speeding or reckless driving was the easiest way.

“Do you know what the speed limit is out here? And do you know how fast you were going?” the officer asked, still flashing the light at her, just to intimate her a little because now he knew that she was high on something, those pupils weren’t all that normal looking, constricted a little.

Again, questions that were designed to have her admit she didn’t know the speed limit or say she didn’t know how fast she was going. He did have a good vantage point, as it allowed him a nice little peak at her chest, breasts and even…her nipple. For a second, he thought if she was trying to flirt with him by showing off some skin. “License and registration, please.” He finally said, taking a step back to watch her carefully.

Of course, the girl didn’t know why he pulled her over. Even if they knew, they wouldn’t admit it but what they don’t know is that an officer is going to go lightly if they admit to their crimes. Even if it is as simple as speeding, as was the case here. He had pulled her over because of that and now that she was here, one thing would lead to another until she’d dig a hole for herself.

He watched her hair wither down from the bun as she moved a little. The young girl was quite pretty, he would say that. But he also had a duty and her beauty wasn’t going to stop him from doing so. The small question and answers back and forth informed him that she wasn’t paying attention to the roads. “You know, you ought to pay attention to what’s on the roads. It’s quite hazardous to drive absent-mindedly.” He knew that she was either lost in some thoughts or was high on something. The second time she glanced up at him, and the way her pupils reacted to the light, he was certain there was more to it than what met the eye.

Her dress was slipping down and he was eager to see if the girl was aware of that. Was she drunk? He asked himself and no better way to find out than to ask the girl herself, “Miss, are you drunk? Have you consumed alcohol or any other substance?” There. ‘Bummer!’ he yelled silently when he saw her pull up her dress. However, he realized this was a bigger bust than he’d imagined when he took the documents and saw that it was one of the McClennons. A bratty child of McClennons.

He scoffed when she told him what her father would do if he found out and it wasn’t grounding like a normal parent, no. Instead, it’s just where he would make the girl pay for some trip, rather than canceling the whole trip itself. He didn’t understand these rich people. However, he had a decision to make: to let her go easy or maybe have some fun. However, if her father did find out how he troubled her, he would lose his job. But, the girl also had a lot to lose so she wouldn’t dare bring this up. “Thank you, Miss. I will run these in the database. I will be right back.” He acted as if he didn’t know her daddy, going back to his cop car and wondered what to do.

‘A little, yes…’ definitely warranted a breathalyzer test. The man took notice of how she also didn’t try to hide like other teenagers so that was a good thing. One thing for sure, she was some rich brat and when he found out whose daughter she was, he knew his guess was right on the dot. The car, the dress and the overall rich personality.

Sure, she was a bit out of it, which made him wonder just what sort of personality she might have when she’s sober. Often times, alcohol and drugs goes together and taking in her constricted pupils, he couldn’t help but wanting to give another test.

The girl was really in deep trbouble and her charge sheet seemed to be adding on. He had just seen a wristband for a club that was only 21 plus. So did she really sneak in to the club? Because if she did, she must have a fake ID on her. Once inside his car, he ran her documents through the database but saw how she actually had a clean record. The vehicle history was clean and obviously owned by her father. He debated what he ought to do with her.

One thing for sure, he hadn’t seen her trying to get her way out of it by flirting with him, as was the case with many young females. He had heard from other cops. He was always the strict one. He didn’t want to ruin her future by tagging a record to her name. But he couldn’t just let her go either. However, he had yet to find other things on her and curiosity got the best of him. He stepped out of his car, not needing to call for a backup because she was pretty much harmless. “Miss, I am going to have to ask you to step out of your vehicle. Once you do, step down here…” he said as he stood behind her car, a yellow line of the shoulder as he pointed to it, “I need you to walk down the line…” he said to her as his curiosity was piqued.

The man was not in any uniform, only casual clothes with a badge hanging at his left side waist. His experienced eyes quickly searched the parameters, making sure they were in sort of a 'safe zoe'. With her pulled over on the shoulders and his car behind her, wheels pointed towards the road, he followed protocols. Like any DUI, he handled things in a step by step fashion. He was very well aware how this would look on a college application.

And...if someone's daddy is as rich and famous as hers, they would want to keep this on the down and low. A political influenced man wouldn't want news hitting the local communities that his rich bratty daughter sneaks out at night to attent parties and participates in not only alcohol consumption, but even drug abuse. He looked up her records, too clean for a girl who was driving under influence. Perhaps, her daddy had taken care of minor tickets. However, he wasn't here to fix things for her tonight. Matter of fact, the little girl can't run to her dearest daddy and tell him to make this go away. Because, she would get in deep trouble.

He still had time to decide what to do with this cute little girl. Not only she was pretty but there was something about her that drew him in. Was it her classy and rich style? The bitch attitude that he knew was hiding under that nice girl persona she was putting up tonight? He finally approached the car and asked her to walk a straight line. The officer refrained himself from telling the girl that she can take her heels off for accuarate walk-on-the-line results. However, it served in his favor when she wobbled during the walk. Once she reached cop car, he stepped over, "Miss, I am going to have to pad you down, make sure you aren't carrying some weapon or....-drugs." He said and added, "Hands on the hood of my car," he instructed, having noticed how she tried to offer a cute smile to him not too long ago. What was she thinking? That she can flirt her way out of this?

The dashboard camera in his car was active anytime the lights are on, even now, capturing this whole interaction without her knowing it. It's not like he was peeping tom or trying to hide, it's something she just may not be aware. "Or you can come clean and I will skip the search? Just tell me if you have done some drugs tonight? Are you carring it on you?" he made a mental note of inpecting her purse and her car. Whether her answer would be yes or no, he'd still step behind her, keeping a few inches worth of distance as he started with her hands, moving to her shoulders, down her back and over her bra strap that he felt over her dress, down her sides and then legs. It was then, he moved back up, making sure he didn't miss a spot and even taking pleasure as an evil grin sat at the corner of his lips. At the end, he even slid his large palms in between her thighs before moving his hands around her front and then to cup her breasts, trying to do all of it in a propper manner. One thing he noticed, the girl sure had a tight body and a cute face. He wouldn't mind if she started flirting with him, trying to get out this hole she'd dug for herself, maybe offer something from her end as part of a good faith.

Once he was done there, he moved back, "Miss, wait right here. I am going to do a quick search on your car." He said and moved towards her car and first thing he did was to empty her brand name purse onto the passenger seat. What he'd find! He was growing curious by each passing minute!

All Marcus wanted was to have a calm and relaxing night. And now, to be chasing after a teen to begin with, more charges were just adding on to her charge sheet. It began with speeding and now it was DUI. However, he was sure there was more and that's why he continued on his search.

Initially, he had decided to just scare her a little and let her go. The last thing he wanted was for a young teenager to suffer all her life just because she was speeding and DUI. A mishap such as that in life does fix them up for good. However, the more he was in contact with her, the more she was proving him wrong. Besides, she was fucking hot and rich. The girl was worried how she'd have to pay for her own vacation, when she ought to be grounded. If he were her daddy, he'd ground her for good. But, he wasn't, yet he felt like teaching her a lesson!

The officer was trying hard not to grope her petite frame out of arousal, but her dress hiked and her silken panties was visible, tempting him further. His rough hands didn't stray and instead, he padded her without coming off as a pervert. Even when he cupped her breasts, they felt so firm and small against his large palms, quickly withdrawing them away from her, he brush his chin.

He had to force them malicious thoughts out of his mind, for she was so young and a teenager. He older than her by almost three decades and he knew better to behave, being the man in uniform, one who should provide protection, comfort and not fear. Here, the girl was in danger from himself. He needed a minute away from her so searching her car was just perfect.

He had decided that he would let her go, before he did something stupid with the girl. When he emptied her purse on the seat and found a packet of ecstasy pills as well as some coke, he was almost sad that he was no way near done with her. He walked back to where she was, placing the two evidence on top of the hood, "You better have a darn good explanation, young lady." He said as he took out his small notepad to take the notes. "Because you're already looking at a case in court and some jail time," the man standing tall pressed the girl, putting some fear inside her. This was almost too much fun.