Beating The Ticket (Chapter 1 & 2)

Chapter 1 - Apprehension

Rebecca Redgrave breathed heavily as she carefully steered her recently purchased convertible alongside the grassy shoulder of the annually commuted highway, the beautiful crimson convertible stopping upon the emerald grasslands. The beautiful young woman sharply huffed before slapping the steering wheel and dropping backwards in the driver’s seat, starring into the cloudless horizon with frustration. It was an autumn afternoon and the forested highway was naturally unpopulated, considering that there wouldn’t have been an exceptional amount of people commuting between counties during standard weekdays. This careless driver had actually been returning from an incredible celebration which absorbed the majority of the weekend, unknowingly pushing the revolutionary supercar somewhere beyond the clearly posted limits. However, the sudden presence of those howling sirens and blinding lights materializing behind her quickly shattered her adrenaline rush and summoned memories of the potential consequences.

The careless driver instinctively removed her recently recovered licence and vehicle registration, the necessary documents having been received for the sparkling convertible around three days earlier. Rebecca then proceeded to carefully unbutton and remove the simple black jacket as the police cruiser approached from behind her, revealed an undersized cotton shirt which tightly embraced her impressive breasts and flattened abdomen. Rebecca was dressed in some simple emerald fatigues which stretched over her beautiful athletic legs, the inexpensive material thoroughly embracing her muscular thighs and beautifully proportioned buttocks. The reckless driver’s expertly manicured fingernails and toenails were polished with an uncolored gloss and slipped through stylish leather sandals and fingerless racing gloves. Her overall appearance was finalized with the iconic cross tattoo that was permanently printed below her left shoulder, several rubber bracelets looping around both slender wrists.

The young woman’s greyish-sapphire eyes casually admired her reflection in the rearview mirror, carefully adjusting her chocolate brown strands which stretched beyond her exposed shoulders. Believing herself presentable following her efforts, the beautiful woman casually leaned back against the driver’s seat, remaining conscious of the tantalizing vision she was creating. She breathed deeply as the glowing sunshine gleamed across her beautiful physique and exposed cleavage, the crossing wind brushing through those shimmering chocolate strands. The tempting presentation of the reckless driver’s extremely voluptuous breasts, trimmed abdomen and curvaceous buttocks would have doubtlessly enraptured anybody possessing dominant testosterone. The hot-blooded beauty had became accustomed to sweet-talking those exhausted police officers whom constantly found themselves insulted and ridiculed for their position in modern society