“I’ve got you for failure to stop at a stop sign and speeding in excess of 30 mph – 78 in a 45 zone.” Taryn realized that the officer had probably dropped his radar gun as soon as she went by him in the trees; she knew she had topped out at 97 before braking for that turn. She smiled at the officer as he openly gave her the once-over, but her heart sank a little as he scribbled on his citation pad. Taryn knew that the citation slips were numbered and carboned; once the officer started filling out a citation it couldn’t be torn up without an official explanation. Taryn re-tied the halter top at her back, adjusting her breasts into the soft leather cups, and finally reached around and plucked the citation off of the windshield. $75 for speeding and $50 for the seat-belt violation; the officer hadn’t cited the missed stop-sign. Together with one ruined thong, Taryn considered she had escaped pretty cheaply. She thought about her towering orgasm and smiled: sometimes getting stopped was as much
