Julie's Roadside Stop

Once she'd left the limits of her small town, she hit the gas as hard as she dared. The road was a straight shot to the city from here, and it was a fairly deserted route, so she shouldn't have to worry about cops. As her Mazda whipped along the road, stirring up dust and fallen leaves in its wake, she sighed dismally and checked her watch again. There was no way in hell she was going to make it on time. Maybe if she'd been driving a Formula One racecar. Maybe. Julie pressed down a little harder on the accelerator, watching it inch toward 95 mph. Twenty miles to go, and the meeting was due to begin in fifteen minutes. Maybe she'd be able to make it after all. She looked into the rearview mirror to adjust her hair and inspect her lipstick. As she brushed a stray hair away from her forehead, she noticed the flash of lights behind her. With a sinking heart, she realized that it was a state trooper. She was about to be pulled over for speeding. Julie pulled the car to a stop alongside the road and waited for the officer to approach. It seemed to take forever for him to finish the paperwork, or radio call, or whatever he was doing. She looked at her watch; there was absolutely no possible way for her to make it to the presentation now. She glanced at the rearview mirror again, and noticed a pair of heads in the front of the vehicle. She wondered to herself why there were two officers in the vehicle ? she was used to seeing a single officer when she noticed police cars. Depending on how long this took, she might miss it entirely. For the first time, Julie realized the enormity of her situation. She'd been warned about tardiness just three weeks ago during her performance review, and there were no prospects in sight if she lost her job, and she was about to get her fourth speeding ticket of the year. She slumped down in her seat and sighed miserably. Finally, the officer in the driver?s seat finished whatever he'd been doing and opened the door to his vehicle. Julie watched him approach in her side-view mirror. She rolled down her window and began fishing out her registration and . . . she realized with a sickening dread that she'd left her driver's license in her jacket that morning.* ?Excuse me, Miss. I need to see your license and registration, please.? Julie drew a deep breath and began to explain that she'd forgotten her license at mersin escort home, but would be more than happy to bring it to the station later that day . . . ?Miss, would you please step out of the car?? The officer stepped back from the door to allow her to open it, and Julie stepped out of her car, standing to face him. She noticed the other trooper getting out of the car. Standing back, observing. The trooper by her vehicle gave her an appraising glance, and she realized that she must look somewhat brazen to an Iowa state trooper. She'd dressed for the office that morning -- professional but sexy. Her skirt was short, her blouse was low-cut, and her heels were high. She wished even more that she'd remembered her jacket that morning. ?Will you please turn and place your hands against the vehicle?? Julie stared at him in bewilderment. This was a routine traffic stop and he was going to search her? ?Now, please, Miss.? Julie knew that this wasn't standard procedure. She'd been pulled over enough times before so that she had an idea of what to expect. Maybe this was what they did to people who didn't have their licenses, though. At any rate, she didn't think she had any other choice than to follow the officer's instructions. She turned around and bent forward, placing her hands on the roof of the car. ?Now just stay exactly like that, Miss. I'm going back to my car to do a check on your license plate, and I don't want to see you move.? He walked back to his car, opened the door, and half-sat inside, he said a couple words to the other officer and she thought she may have heard one of them chuckle. The trooper picked up his radio. The wind was picking up, putting Julie's skirt in danger of blowing up around her waist, but she was afraid to do anything about it since he had warned her not to move. She turned her head slightly and saw the second state trooper still standing beside his vehicle gazing at her intently as his partner made his call. Julie blushed, as she was acutely aware that her skirt was by now affording him an excellent view of the tops of her thigh-*highs and her silk panties. She tried to shake it back down by wriggling her hips a little, but that only made it worse. After a few more minutes, the officer put back the radio and started back towards Julie. ?Ma'am, I'm afraid that you have four unpaid speeding mersin escort bayan tickets. You're going to have to come with us.? With that, the officer grabbed hold of her arms so rapidly she didn?t have an opportunity to resist, and locked her wrists behind her back in a pair of handcuffs. Shocked, she turned around to face him and gasped out, ?What do you think you're doing!? ?Miss, as I said, you'll have to come with us. With that many speeding tickets on your record, the state can legally impound your car and hold you until you post the amount of the fines.? Julie was shocked and terrified. She'd never heard of such a rule before, and for God's sake, they were only speeding tickets. She?d meant to pay them, but forgot about them with the press of other demands; and they had never even bothered to send her any reminders. There was no way she could lose her car, and she absolutely could NOT be held in jail. She needed her car, probably to search for a new job, and she worried about an arrest going on her record, that would make it tough to get hired anywhere. ?Please; Officer, can't I Just pay you now? I mean I really can't he taken into custody, I have my job to think about and I really don't think I did that much wrong, I mean there must he something you can do . . .? Realizing that she was babbling, Julie trailed off. The officer was just staring at her, with absolutely no emotion in his face. He took a few steps forward, so that he was nearly touching Julie, who was leaning forward against the side of the car. ?W . . . what are you doing, sir?? The trooper who was at least six inches taller than Julie and outweighed her by about sixty pounds, advanced toward her until she was trapped against the car, her hands cuffed behind her. ?Miss, you drive out here dressed like some kind of high-toned slut.? Julie gasped out loud and flushed in embarrasment. ?. . . and then expect us to give you some kind of break. Well, Miss, you've broken the law one too many times, and you're not going to get away with it with just your good looks.? ?Please, Officer, you don't understand--? The trooper cut her off, mid-sentence. ?Oh . . . I understand well enough. I understand that you dress up like that to tease men, make them hot and get them excited. I understand how you think you can drive like a maniac and not get punished because escort mersin you're so good looking. I understand all of that. And you know what else I understand? Answer me, you know what else I understand?? Julie shook her head mutely, terrified. ?I understand that you need to beat this ticket. Pretty bad for some reason.? He was pressing so tightly against her now that Julie, horrified, could feel his erection start to build. She hadn't known before why he was behaving so strangely; now she did. He was going to want her to perform some kind of perverted act. A tear slipped down her cheek as she realized there was no getting out of this. ?Because of the way you are acting, we're going to have to search you. Make sure you don't have any weapons or drugs on you before I put you in the back of my cruiser.? He was so close now that Julie could feel his hot breath against her ear. Julie wished desperately that another car would come along the road, but she knew better. In six months of driving along this road to work every morning, she'd seen another vehicle on the road only a handful of times. She and these troopers were alone. The man grinned at her discomfort and whispered into her ear again. ?I'm going to call my partner over here and we're going to make sure your not hiding anything under your skirt except those pretty legs of yours; and then we're going to check your bra to make sure they're holding nothing except your hot little breasts.? Julie stared hack at him with wide, frightened eyes. With a nod of his head he signaled his partner to approach. He was younger, muscled. with blond hair and blue eyes, a corn-fed Iowa boy. ?Watch her close while I check for weapons or contraband,? the man behind her instructed. The blonde officer?s hand pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her over the side of the car. The other officer stepped back and she felt his hands on her ankles. ?Now aren't these some sexy ?fuck-me shoes??? he asked his partner, ?I love that sexy strap around the ankle.? His hands traveled slowly up her stocking-clad legs. She gasped when his hands moved over her skin at the top of her thighs and over the silk panties covering her ass. ?Spread your legs,? he ordered. She hesitated, unwilling to expose her crotch to his searching hands. ?Spread `em now or we'll have to add ?resisting arrest,? and might even have to rough you up a bit.? She spread her feet slightly, feeling defeated and helpless. His hand moved between her legs against her crotch. Julie gasped, shocked; and squirmed helplessly, held firmly against the side of the car.