1. The Frisk


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: Boss01, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    This is for all of my Lush Friends and Followers who thought that my last story wasn’t “wham-bam!” enough… It had been over twenty years since I took the badge out of my wallet and hung up my gunbelt for the last time. But, every once in a while, I’d forget that I no longer had “diplomatic immunity” behind the wheel of a car. In those instances, I was always able to talk my way out of the speeding ticket that I rightly deserved pretty quickly. But then, late one night… It was a little after one a.m. as I zipped down the empty interstate. The posted speed limit was seventy, so I had my cruise-control set at seventy-six; six over being the standard “cushion” for troopers running radar. So when I started on the downside of a rather steep overpass, I wasn’t really concerned about the patrol car I spotted hiding in the shadows. But, as I went past, the headlights, and then emergency lights, popped on and I knew that I would have some explaining to do. I immediately pulled over and turned on the interior lights. The trooper pulled in directly behind me, about ten feet back. I pushed the button to let the driver window roll down, and kept my hands at the top of the steering wheel, waiting for the trooper to come alongside of me. I could see the beam of the heavy metal flashlight searching the floorboards as he approached, even though the interior of the car was pretty well lit. I remembered how cautious I was on solo night stops, and wasn’t concerned. Finally, the bright light ...
    shown into my face, and I heard those familiar words, “Do you know why I pulled you over?” Familiar, except that the voice was obviously female. And even though she was making a concerted effort to sound both tough and experienced, to my trained ear the voice sounded like it was coming from a rookie; one that was a little tense and a little afraid; a dangerous combination regardless of the sex of the trooper. “Boy, that sounds familiar,” I said, hoping to break the ice a little. “Oh, do you get pulled over often?” she said back, sounding just a tad judgmental. “No, it’s just that I’ve said those same words myself so many times.” There, I put it out there: "Fellow LEO, no need to be worried. It’s okay to dial it down.” It didn’t work. “Oh, so what, you think that you can just haul-ass through my town because you’re a cop, too?” was her angry reply. “Her town”? It suddenly dawned on me that even though I was out on the interstate, I had been pulled over by a city cop, not a state trooper. “No, ma’am,” was my polite, even reply. “Are you carrying?” “No ma’am.” “You’re a cop, and you aren’t carrying? Somehow I don’t believe that.” Now she was getting sarcastic, which was a disturbing escalation. “Former police officer, ma’am. I’m retired now,” I offered as explanation. Suddenly the car door flew open. “Get out of the car, sir. And keep your hands where I can see them.” I complied, the flashlight the officer was holding still bright in my eyes. As a result, I stumbled slightly. “Have ...
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