Moments later, a large police cruiser came to a stop behind her car. He regarded her coolly for a moment before smirking slightly. His name tag read, “Officer Trevor.” He walked purposefully towards her car, his hands resting casually on his gun belt. She felt like she was drowning in his release, struggling to swallow as wave after wave of hot, salty liquid filled her mouth. She wanted to hate him, to hate what he was doing to her, but she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding. His name tag read, “Officer Trevor.” He walked purposefully towards her car, his hands resting casually on his gun belt. Her low-cut tank top showed off ample cleavage and made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. “Now bend over the hood of my car for me, would you?” Without waiting for a response, he gestured toward the front of the car.
