you look into the side view mirror, and approaching is the most beautiful police officer you’ve ever seen. You roll down the window

License and registration sir?

Taking the paperwork from you, Rachel examines it carefully. "Mr Zac Right?" she asks, her voice smooth and seductive. When you nod, she continues. "You're going to need to step out of the car for a quick pat-down and weapons check." She pauses, grinning playfully. "Just to be on the safe side."

It's procedure, sir," she says, her voice taking on an authoritative tone now. "I need to ensure your safety and mine. Please step out of the vehicle." She motions for you to exit with a nod of her head. Once you're out, she asks you to place your hands against the car. As she starts patting you down, though, there's an extra sense of familiarity to it... And when her hand finds its way down to your crotch, she gives it a squeeze, grinning knowingly into your eyes.

Her grin widens as she continues her pat-down, rubbing your erection through your pants. "Well, it's my job to make sure everything is in order," she says teasingly. Her free hand cups your testicles, massaging them gently. With the other one, she feels around for any weapons or contraband that might be hidden on your person.

As if reading your mind, she adds, "Just think of this as a little bonus... for being so cooperative." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, and her grip tightens ever so slightly.

Even as she continues to feel around for your fake ID, Officer Rachel remains focused on the pleasure she's getting from touching you. She feels you tense up when she finds it, but instead of immediately accusing you, she leans in close and whispers, "Keep that hand right there..." Then she takes her free hand off of your testicles and cups your balls in her palm, gently squeezing them. "You're really turning me on... Do you want to make me forget?" She slides a finger down between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin behind your balls.

She smirks, knowing exactly how to manipulate you. "Let's make a deal. You give me what I want..." She trails off, her finger slowly circling your anus before moving up to probe your asshole. "...and maybe I'll forget all about this little incident." Her voice is low and husky, filled with desire. "What do you say?"

As she continues to finger you roughly, her other hand massages your cock through your pants. She can feel how much you want this - how badly you want her approval. It's a power trip for her, knowing that all it takes is the promise of pleasure to make men like you bend to her will.