UndertheInfluence by Ava Adele Page B

shielded her eyes. Suddenly the beam was gone, but she knew he
was standing close. She could smell him again.
    This didn’t seem like a normal traffic stop anymore.
    For a brief moment, she allowed herself to hope.
    “Do you consent to a breathalyzer?” He said.  
    Aw, come on, she thought. Really?
    “I’m not drunk.” She said, suddenly infuriated. Like that’s
the only reason she would flirt. Like only drunken sluts felt like having one
night stands. Well, ok, a roadside stand, in this particular instance, but that
didn’t mean she was inebriated. His voice, and his smell, and his body were all
still sexy as hell, but it was a goddamn breathalyzer. “Fine.”
    The breathalyzer was cold to the touch. She put her lips
around it and blew.
    “You’re clean.” He said. He sounded like he was smiling. She
risked looking up at his shadowy form, barely lit from the headlights of his
squad car, and felt her breath quicken again.
    “Told you I wasn’t drunk,” she whispered. There was a pause,
and then Jessie thought, oh, fuck it, I’ll only be young once, and I’m damn
sure there’s only one cop like this.
    “I can give consent.” She said.
    This time she heard his intake of breath, sharp and sudden.
Now he was the one struggling for control. She could feel his glare in the
dark. This little encouragement was all she needed. She could feel the heat
coming off of her skin, and she was sure he could too, and now she was
determined to push him over the edge.
    Quelling the last bits of fear and sanity in her mind, and
riding the tight desire she felt coiling itself around her stomach – God,
maybe I am drunk, she thought, or just overwhelmed by hormones – she
finally looked up, into that dark, hard, shadowy face, and said, “But I
understand if you need to frisk me.”
    And she turned around, put her hands on the hood of her car,
and spread her legs ever so slightly. She looked over her shoulder, and bit her
lower lip.
    And he said nothing.
    Just…silent.
    With every passing moment, Jessie’s position became more
excruciating. It was humiliating. She’d basically just pantomimed “fuck me,”
and nothing. Just silence. She looked at the hood of her car in fury, and felt
her face go red with anger, and had just begun to pick her hands up and turn
around when he spoke.
    “Keep your hands on the vehicle!” He barked.
    Her mind went blank. She planted her hands down hard, and
sucked her breath in with a gasp.
    Nothing moved for a moment. She began to wonder how long
she’d have to wait when something caught her eye – it was him, reflected
in her windshield. He’d moved closer, standing right behind her. She’d swear
she could feel the heat from him on her ass. Fuck, he can probably feel the
heat from me , she thought. She was so
wet, and beginning to tingle all over. She had pins and needles, just looking
at his shadowy reflection, watching her face in the windshield.
    He didn’t appear to move at all, when suddenly she could
feel his hand slide between her legs. His fingers rested between her thighs,
while his thumb toyed with the hem of her very short dress.
    For a moment, they were both motionless. And then, almost
without meaning to, she tilted her ass towards him just a little bit more. It
was enough. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of her thighs in
short little strokes, like he was actually checking for tiny little weapons.
She sighed, and he laughed.
    He just laughed. A deep, low, lazy chuckle.
    “Keep your hands on the vehicle, ma’am.”
    He began to push his hand in and out between her thighs,
working his way back up to her pussy. He was so close, so achingly close. He
must be able to feel how wet I am from there, she thought. Already she felt
like she was going to explode. But he just kept running his fingers along the
length of her pussy, on the outside of her panties, like he wanted to see how
wet he could make her by doing almost nothing at all.
    She groaned, and he