The tap on the driver's side window, followed by the standard, "Licence and registration," made Jim's heart drop. He didn't exactly know why he had been pulled over, but he did know that he couldn't afford a ticket just then. If he were to incur a fine, he'd probably have to borrow money from Sharon again, and then he'd never hear the end of it.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" The gruff, mustached man said, examining Jim's driver's licence.
Jim, of course, had no idea. He'd been so distracted by the fact that he was wearing cum-soaked panties and jeans, not to mention the bran and corset that seemed to be sending messages into his brain, the he hadn't looked at the speedometer at all.
"Um, no sir," Jim replied sheepishly.
"70," the police officer stated matter-of-factly, "in a school zone."
"Shit," Jim muttered to himself. This would be a steep one.
The police officer began his standard lecture. Safety, public nuisance, responsibility. Jim had heard it before during previous traffic infractions. What he hadn't heard before, however, was the voice that spoke directly into his brain.
IF YOU SHOW US, HE WILL CUM.
Jim blinked and shook his head. Show it? What the hell? He looked up at the officer who had pulled his citation pad out from his pocket and was about to begin to write Jim up. It was now or never. He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the bra and corset underneath.
"Sir," Jim interrupted, "Isn't there any way that I could get let off with a warning? Just this time?" He finished his last button, and pulled his shirt open. He knew it was a gamble, but what could he lose?
The police officer stared at Jim incredulously. "Excuse me? What do you think I am, some kind of pervert?" A vein began to throb in the large man's neck.
IF YOU SHOW US, HE WILL CUM.
The voice was louder this time. Jim sighed. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them down off of his hips, revealing the cum-soaked panties that he was wearing.
The police officer, still staring at Jim, pen hovering above the citation book, swallowed hard. He make a strange gurgling noise, then a quick intake of breath.
"Are you sure that there's nothing I can do?" Jim queried again, "to get off with a warning?"
The book and pen dropped to the ground, along with Jim's ID and registration. Eyes locked on Jim's garb, the man held onto the side of Jim's vehicle and began to pant. A tent had formed in the police officer's standard issue uniform pants, and it strained against the fabric.
Jim was disgusted, but he knew he needed to get out of the ticket no matter what. He smiled at the cop, and ran his finger up and down the lacing of the corset.
YOU HAVE SHOWN US, NOW HE WILL CUM.
"Urg!" the cop exclaimed as his body shook, a wet spot spreading quickly on the man's pants. For more than a few moments, he stood there, steadying himself on Jim's car, breathing heavily. Jim sat nervously, unsure of what was going to happen next.
Then the large man stooped, scooped up Jim's documents, handed them back and said, through a breathy, exhausted voice, "Warning. This time. Careful."
At that, the cop turned and staggered back to his car. Jim took it as a sign, quickly pulled up his pants, did up his shirt, and drove away, being careful to stay below the posted limit.
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