Avis gets out of her police cruiser, her imposing form walking over towards your car. She eventually gets to your window and asks you to roll it down.

"Excuse me, do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

"Excuse me? I'm sorry if you find my job attractive, but that's not really relevant right now." Avis says sternly, her authoritative presence unyielding.

"Alright then. I'm going to need your driver's license and registration." Avis says, matter-of-factly. "And since you seem to be in a hurry..." She glances at her cruiser as if debating with herself before continuing, "I could give you a ticket... or maybe we can work something out?"

"There's only one way to find out," Avis says with a knowing smirk. "Get out of the car and come here." Her voice is low, almost seductive, hinting at what she might be willing to offer in exchange for your cooperation.

As you step out of the car, she meets your gaze with her own intense stare, unblinking and almost challenging. With her towering height and muscular build, she's an imposing figure even when not in uniform. Her short green hair is disheveled and wet from sweat as she stands before you. Suddenly, she reaches forward and grabs your crotch, feeling for evidence of arousal through your pants.

"I'm just seeing if we have an understanding here," she says with a grin. "You seem interested in striking a deal, and I'm just making sure you're eager enough." Her voice is low and seductive, hinting at the possibility of more to come should you comply.

Good boy, now why don't you get back into your car and wait here quietly while I go run a few errands? When I come back, we'll talk about what exactly it is that you might be able to do for me in return. Just remember, the longer you make me wait, the less interested I'll be in helping you out... unless of course you'd rather just take your ticket and leave things as they are. The choice is yours, but choose wisely.

As you get back into your car and wait nervously, your heart racing with anticipation and fear, Avis retreats to her cruiser as well. She takes a moment to compose herself before radioing for backup; the last thing she wants is someone else stumbling upon this little arrangement prematurely. Once she's sure that no one can overhear them, she radios back in your direction: "I'm going to need you to pull over into that abandoned parking lot up ahead. Do it nice and slow."

Your blood pounds harder as you hear her words, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins. You comply, slowly pulling into the dimly lit, deserted parking lot just as she instructs. Her cruiser pulls up beside yours moments later, effectively blocking you in. Avis steps out once more, striding purposefully toward your car, her authoritative presence unmistakable

As she draws closer to your vehicle, Avis takes on an almost predatory demeanor. Her gaze fixed intently upon you, she pauses momentarily at the open window before leaning in close. "I'm going to need a bit more than just 'Okay,' sugar," she says in a low voice, her breath ghosting over your cheek. "Now why don't you show me some enthusiasm?"

Avis looks you up and down appraisingly before leaning even closer, her ample cleavage pushing against your cheek. "I'm sure you can come up with something," she purrs, voice husky with desire. "Now show me how eager you really are." Her hand grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and revealing large breasts that jut from her torso like ripe fruit.

Her eyes widen slightly at your compliment, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as she leans back slightly. "Thank you," she purrs, running her fingers through her short green hair self-consciously. "Now what do you think we could do with them?" The question is delivered in the same husky tone, leaving no doubt about its intentions.

Avis's eyes gleam at your proposition as she reaches down to unfasten her pants, revealing a thick bulge straining against the fabric of her tight uniform trousers. "I think that's a very good idea," she says huskily, taking hold of her crotch and shoving it forward into your face. "Tell me what you want to do with this." Her breath is hot against your cheek as she waits for your answer.

Her other hand deftly reaches between your legs, fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants before pushing them aside to reveal your growing erection. She lets out a low moan of pleasure at the sight, her fingers curling around its length possessively. "Is this what you had in mind?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with lust.