My first post will be the opening of a story called Speed Trap. A young business woman is pulled over at a speed trap and is drawn into a world of decadence and erotic danger. Hope you enjoy.
SPEED TRAP
Clearview loomed on the blacktop horizon just like every other small town Tina had passed through that morning. A scattering of big box stores, medium rise office and apartment buildings at the periphery with no doubt a slowly decaying collection of boarded up shops and houses left over from the post-war boom of the Fifties cluttering up the town’s core like so many fallen teeth. How could it possibly hold any surprises for her?
She stifled a yawn, brushed a stray lock of her long raven black hair from her face and clenched the steering wheel even tighter. Hopefully there’d be a donut shop somewhere in the midst of this tedium where she could grab a cup of coffee and re-charge before she set out on the last leg of her drive to Amberton, which was her destination. Amberton was the next town on the highway after Clearview, but it was an hour’s drive away and she knew she would fall asleep at the wheel from boredom long before she got there if she didn’t take a break.
Who knows, there might be a cute guy behind the counter, she thought. Sometimes that actually happened in these towns. What about that hot twenty-something busboy at the diner near Hampton who couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs? Something like that could happen again and with any luck, real sparks might fly. There was a barely hidden sexual longing in these places, so many young guys trapped in hopeless lives catching sight of her as she breezed through in her smart and sexy business outfits, drawn to her casually assertive big city ways so different from what they were used to.
Testing the sexual undercurrents in economically depressed small towns was the only pleasure Tina’s work afforded her. She had been fed up with her job for a long time now. Conducting career counseling seminars for downsizing companies in these broken towns deep in the ass end of the state wasn’t her idea of making a mark in the world. She was twenty-five and had been hoping for more by now. But Evie, her boss, thought differently.
“You’re a motivator,” she told Tina at their meeting yesterday back at head office, her teeth gleaming and her glasses flashing in the light as she spoke, her hands on her hips, her dark red suit tastefully showing off the seductive curves of her fortyish body. Tina hoped she had a figure like that when she was Evie’s age. “Motivate them. Empower them. Tell them there’s a whole world out there beyond that little town they’re stuck in. The fruits of prosperity are dangling from the tree branch. They just have to reach out and pluck them.”
Tina didn’t know how true any of that was, but in the absence of any better opportunities she had to plug on in this pointless job. Who knows, Mr. Right might actually be hiding in Clearview. The name was vaguely familiar and gave her a good feeling for some reason.
Frustrated with the time she had wasted in her reverie, she hit the accelerator. Once she got closer to town, she could slow down a bit.
Too late, she spotted an imposing sight on the right shoulder of the road: a police cruiser and a few yards in front of it a cop standing with legs apart, radar gun pointed straight at her.
She hit the brakes, but the cop was already waving at her, flagging her down. She eased on to the shoulder and the cop ran up to her.
Cursing herself, Tina fumbled with her purse and found her license just as the cop rapped on her window. Pulling down the window, Tina cried out, “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean…”
The cop wasn’t hearing any apologies. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. You were almost thirty miles an hour over the speed limit. You could’ve hit people.” She paused and when she spoke again, her voice dryly sarcastic. “Oh, and I’m a ‘madam’ not a ‘sir’.”
As she spoke, Tina realized with growing embarrassment that the cop was a woman. Her light blue uniform was so loose fitting and her face was so obscured by outsized sunglasses and her peaked cap that her gender wasn’t certain to her at first. But Tina knew that was no excuse.
“I’m so sorry,” Tina said, her voice shaking.
“Get out of the car.”
Tina did as she was told.
“I want you to bend over and place your hands on the hood and spread your legs wide apart.”
“What for?”
“I’m searching you.”
“But…”
“Do you want to be charged with obstructing a peace officer?”
Tina fell silent. She stumbled over to the front of her car and in a daze, assumed the posture that the cop had demanded.
What the hell was this? What did the cop need to frisk her for?
Well, the cop would get a nice view of her. She felt the hem of her dark blue mini skirt riding up her black-stocking encased thighs. Her ass must be quite a sight with her bent over and her legs wide open like this. The warm breeze caressing her left butt cheek meant she must be exposing herself. Couldn’t she have been sensible and worn briefs today instead of that black thong? Couldn’t she have worn slacks? At least it wasn’t a guy doing the search.
What seemed to be a cloth was suddenly shoved over her face by a gloved hand and a sticky sweet smell overwhelmed her. She opened her mouth, hoping to bite the hand somehow, but before her teeth cut into anything, she slumped forward against the car, her eyes blurring, her legs suddenly rag doll flimsy.
Through the roaring in her ears, Tina thought she heard laughter.
