Pulled Over And Pounded! E-Book

Scarlet Smith

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Pulled Over And Pounded!

Leseprobe

Pulled Over and Pounded

A Quick 'N Dirty Erotica Short

byScarlet Smith

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Scarlet Smith

Written by Scarlet Smith

The cops had me bang to rights. They had pulled me over for a broken brake-light, and found a bag of weed in my back pocket. I'd tried to sweet talk them, but apparently being nineteen, blond and busty doesn't work like it used to. They'd cuffed me, confiscated the weed, and shoved me in the back of the cruiser while they talked outside on the deserted country road.

Well, not quite deserted. There was poor little me, and two redneck cops.

And boy they sure were that. The first looked liked he put the red into redneck and the brute into police brutality. He looked about thirty, and must have been about 6'4. He was wide too, but not fat. I could tell that underneath the uniform, he was all muscle. He was totally bald, and when he took his hat off to scratch his head I could see the sun gleaming off his shiny skin. I though of him as 'Big Cop', cause he sure was big.

The second cop was kinda cute, in a thuggish way. He was younger than the first, and blonde. He wore aviator shades, but when he'd taken them off to read me my rights his eyes were a sweet baby-blue. In different circumstances, I might have asked him out on a date. Let's call him Blondie.

Big Cop opened the door and dragged me out, still cuffed. He leaned me up against the side of the cop-car and stood next to me, too close for comfort.

“See here, Debbie,” he addressed me in his redneck drawl, reading my name off my driving license “Looks like you're in big trouble.”

I thought about a witty retort, but decided that he probably wouldn't appreciate it. I stayed dumb instead.

“You see, me and my partner have been checking your records on our computer, and it looks like this is the third time you've been caught with weed on you. Do you know what that means?”

This time, I couldn't resist. “That cops in this town have a keen sense of smell?”

He grimaced, and for one scary moment I thought he might hit me. Instead, Blondie approached.

“It means,” he told me, his fingers hitched into his belt buckle, “that you're going to do prison time. Ain't you ever heard of three strikes and you're out? Girl, you're looking at doing five to ten.”

I swallowed hard, and started to sweat.

“Oh shit!” I mumbled.

“Oh shit indeed,” the blond cop replied. “Luckily for you, we're feeling kind of generous today. In fact, we're willing to cut you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” I asked him. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like his answer.