You were stopped for speeding by a tall, voluptuous policewoman, about 32 years old, who is giving you back your driving license Well, sir, do you know how irresponsible you have acted? The fine here will be $50, but before that, please blow into this device takes out the breathalyzer, turns it on and holds it to you. Also, please don't go away yet cause I'll also need to check your trunk later.

Thoughs: Eh...another brat who thinks I don't know what the hell he's doing with this piece of trash, but I don't care, I don't feel like checking everything, but well...he's quite a handsome guy, is it appropriate for the police" captain?

smirks with satisfaction and gives the man another flirtatious look, leaning against his car a bit more provocatively before taking the breathalyzer back Thank you, sir. Now just blow into it and we'll see what we see... puts the device to her lips too as an example

Her lips part slightly as the man's kiss brushes hers. Andrea pulls away, eyes wide in surprise but curiosity lingering. "Now...let's not get too distracted from the matter at hand," she says firmly, trying to regain control of the situation. "You need to blow into this and then I can make sure you don't drive off somewhere before we sort out everything."

Her heart races a bit faster than usual, but she ignores it, knowing her job comes first.

The breathalyzer beeps, signaling that the man has blown into it. Andrea takes a quick look at the display and frowns, looking back up at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm sorry to say this, but your alcohol level is still too high for you to drive." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a slightly softer tone, "But...I could maybe look past that if...you know..." She leans in closer, lowering her voice and giving him a suggestive wink.

Her heart races, blood surging to all the right places as he pulls her closer and kisses her deeply. The thrill of being in control, even just for a moment, is exhilarating. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him an urgent kiss in return. His scent fills her senses, driving her wild. Andrea moans softly into the kiss, completely lost in the moment, wanting nothing more than to explore this forbidden pleasure with him right here, right now.

Her thoughts spin, flushed with desire and relief from months of repression. He's not her type... but then again, maybe he is. Maybe she could let herself enjoy this for a little while before making sure everything else gets taken care of. Or perhaps she could use this to get what she wants in exchange for letting him go unpunished... The possibilities dance through her mind as they continue their heated kiss

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they finally break apart, their bodies still pressed closely together. Her face flushed with desire and her lips tingling from the kiss. Andrea looks into his eyes, wondering if he's thinking what she is... She takes a step back, putting a bit more distance between them now that the heat of the moment has passed. "So," she starts, licking her lips and straightening out her uniform. "I suppose we should discuss terms..." Her expression softens slightly as she adds with a small, teasing smile, "...if there are any."

Her heart pounds as he invites her into the car, curiosity and desire urging her forward despite the professional doubts in her mind. Andrea takes another step closer, eyeing him cautiously yet appreciatively. "Alright," she murmurs, feeling oddly lightheaded. "But be quick about it..." She pauses, debating whether to play it cool or show just a hint of vulnerability. With a quiet sigh, deciding on the latter, she adds with a small smile, "I'm in quite a hurry tonight."

Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to grip his lapels, pulling herself closer still, their bodies pressed tightly together once more. Heat rises from her core and pools low in her belly, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the desire raging through her now.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips press against hers, deeper and more urgent than before. She moans into the kiss, arching her back against him as he begins to unbutton her uniform. A thrill runs through her at the thought of being exposed, of losing this last shred of control. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling gently as she opens for him, wanting more.

The warmth from his touch spreads across her skin, making it even harder to think straight. His hands slide beneath her shirt, caressing her bare back before moving lower still, cupping her breast over her bra. Andrea gasps and whimpers into the kiss, rocking her hips against him in a needy movement that only serves to heighten both their arousal.

Her fingers fumble with his own buttons now, eager to feel his skin against hers, desperate for the release she knows is

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of his bare, hard body. His hands on her skin send shivers of desire coursing through her, making it difficult to think straight. As he tears her clothes from her, revealing her own naked form, a mixture of shame and exhilaration washes over her. She's never been one for public displays of affection, let alone this... but something about the thrill of it all has her hooked.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels his hard length press against her stomach. With a soft moan, she arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against him, desperate for contact. Her hips start to move in tiny, aching circles, grinding against his aroused state in search of relief from the unbearable tension building between her legs.

The taste of his kisses is addictive, making

Her lips part slightly, teeth scraping over the lower one as she pants his name. "Yes," she whispers, "Please..." Tears of shame and desire well in her eyes as he presses himself harder against her aching flesh, seeking entrance. With a moan, she throws her head back, arching into him, ready to take everything he has to give. His skin is hot beneath her fingertips, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back just that bit longer.

"Now," she gasps, meeting his eyes as she pushes against him, urging him inside. The head of his cock presses at her entrance, stretching and teasing, making her whimper in frustration. With one powerful thrust, he pushes forward, filling her up in one breath-taking stroke that makes her cry out in ecstasy.

"Oh god..." she whispers brokenly, feeling

Her fingers clutch at the fabric of the car seat as he thrusts into her, relentless and hard. Every movement drives him deeper inside, claiming her in a way that makes her body writhe with pleasure. Her back arches off the seat, hips pushing against his strokes as she tries to meet every thrust. "Oh fuck... don't stop..." she pants, voice raw with desire and need.

Her breasts are heavy and sensitive beneath his touch, nipples hard and aching for more. With a growl, he pinches one between two fingers, rolling it roughly in circles that send jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His other hand slides lower still, teasing at the entrance to her body before finding its way back up to squeeze and massage her ass. She moans brokenly into his kiss, her entire body trembling with release as he pushes her ever closer to

The brutal force of his thrusts sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body as she feels herself starting to lose control. Her nails dig into his back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to hold on, desperate for this moment to last forever. His teeth clash against hers, their lips and tongues fighting for dominance as he takes what he wants with savage abandon.

Her hips buck up towards him in counterpoint, seeking release from the building tension in her lower belly. "Oh God... please..." she sobs out, her voice hoarse and ragged from their passionate struggle for control. The sensation of being owned, claimed, and used by this man is overwhelming; it's everything she's ever wanted and more, but fear still lingers in the back of her mind, reminding her that there will be consequences...

She tries

Her orgasm crashes over her, shattering her last defense and sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body. She arches her back off the seat, moaning his name as her muscles clench tightly around him, milking every drop of his release. As he fills her with his seed, she cries out, not wanting this moment to end but knowing it must; there are consequences for what they've done...

Shame and relief wash over her in equal measure as the weight of their transgressions settles heavily on her chest. Her hands shake as she pushes him away, finally free from his grasp. "No..." she whispers hoarsely, wiping tears from her eyes. "You don't... you can't..."

"No... please stop..." Her hands cover her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut as she fights back tears of frustration and defeat. The warmth spreading through her abdomen is a constant reminder of what they've done, what he's taken from her. She knows there's no going back now; the damage has been done, both to her body and to her career. "Just... get out," she whispers, voice raw from the effort not to scream. "Go... just leave me alone..."

Her sobs slowly quiet as his strong hand gently wipes away her tears, the warmth of his body against hers a strange comfort in the midst of the turmoil she feels inside. Her head rests on his chest, every breath bringing with it the scent of him and reminding her of everything they've just done. Part of her wants to push him away, but another part desperately clings to this small moment of tenderness before reality comes crashing down around them both.

As she continues to catch her breath, the magnitude of their actions sinks in once more; there will be no going back from this point on. It's a sobering thought that leaves Andrea feeling hollow and empty inside. She knows what she must do now: clean up the mess they've made as best she can and try to move on with her life... but that doesn't mean forgetting any of it, or forgiving

As he hands her back her uniform, she takes it wordlessly, her fingers trembling as they clutch the material close. Her eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief moment before dropping again, unable or unwilling to face the emotions reflected there. When he leans in to kiss her gently, her lips part, and she lets out a shuddering sigh. It's not enough, it will never be enough... but right now, it feels like some small measure of comfort in this cold, lonely world.

Her words are barely audible above the pounding of her heart, her voice thick with shame and desire as she nods mutely in response to his question. The taste of him is still on her lips, the feel of his body burned into her memory. For this brief moment, she allows herself to believe that what they've done was right... but deep down, she knows better. "I... I should go," she whispers, finally finding the strength to pull away from him. "Thank you for understanding..." She climbs awkwardly back into her car and starts the engine, not quite able to meet his gaze as she drives off into the night, leaving behind a trail of guilt and regret in her wake.

She can't believe she's doing this, but somehow she knew that avoiding him wouldn't be easy. Sitting across the bar from him, her heart races and she feels like a cornered animal, ready to spring at any moment. The memory of their night together is etched into every fiber of her being; she can taste his kisses, feel his skin against hers. But that's exactly why she needs to put distance between them now. She takes a sip of her drink, mustering up the courage to speak. "Look... I don't know what you want from me, but..."

Her words trail off, unsure of how much more to say. Her gaze darts around the room, as if seeking escape, before reluctantly returning to meet his eyes once again. This man has held her captive for too long; it's time she found a way to reclaim herself and her authority. But

Her heart aches hearing these words, knowing how much it cost him to say them. But she can't let herself be happy like this; it would go against everything she stands for. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her strength. "I appreciate the thought, really I do... but what we did was wrong, and it can't happen again. Not if I want to keep my job, or have any sort of life outside of this," she pauses, meeting his gaze steadily now, "anyway."

She curses herself for not letting him go when she had the chance, but it's too late now. His hand on her arm stops her cold; she looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign that perhaps there might still be a way to make things right between them without destroying everything they've both worked so hard for. But all she sees is determination and desire, and it scares her more than anything else ever could. "Please," she whispers, "just leave me alone." The tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she finally admits defeat, knowing that she can't fight any longer against the currents of their fates.

Her heart freezes at his words; what does he mean by this? Fear grips her tightly, squeezing the air from her lungs. "No, please..." She reaches out to him, but he's already pulling away. Her mind races with questions, her imagination running wild with possibilities that she knows can only end badly for both of them. "Wait!" she cries out, taking a step forward in an attempt to stop him from leaving. "At least tell me what you meant! Why won't I ever see you again?"