“Highway Hotline,” said the sexy AI voice.

Jessica had just swallowed a load from a big, black trucker when the call came in. She rolled up the window and pulled away, cruising to the next call. Walmart. It was amazing how many guys she blew in the Walmart parking lot while their wives were inside shopping.

She pulled in, and a guy stepped up who looked just like her grandpa. She rolled down the window and sucked his stiff six-inch dick. He didn’t say a word; he just came in her mouth and smiled. Two minutes later, she rolled up the window and pulled away—another call, another blow job, another happy customer.

Jessica’s slutty side-gig, Highway Hotline, had become quite popular. Her call-to-order blow jobs were her cash cow. Her new escort service was also gaining popularity. She was available for those who just wanted a pretty girl on their arm for the evening. For a few dollars more, she would give them a happy ending.

Jessica’s whore fantasy had become reality, and she was living the dream.

She had been busy all day, meeting clients on I-10 from Houston to San Antonio and back to Baytown, with one excursion to Galveston to do a six-pack for a group of guys who had a good day fishing. She blew them on their boat, topless, kneeling as they circled her. She sucked six cocks and swallowed six loads. She was so turned on that she had an orgasm as the sixth guy came in her mouth. They loved it so much they each gave her a hundred-dollar bill as a tip.

Jessica drove to Baytown and made a pit stop at Buc-ees. She filled up the tank and grabbed her bag from the trunk. She went in for a light dinner and a restroom break. She had a fruit bowl and a glass of sweet tea and sat at a table to eat. She finished her dinner and paused her system with an app on her phone.

Jessica had just turned twenty-one, so she was allowed to gamble in the casinos across the border in Louisiana. It wasn't the gambling that interested her as much as the gamblers. She was considering taking a few days off to focus on escort services in Lake Charles, so she went to the restroom to clean up.

She looked in the mirror to find herself a mess. Even her paint-on lipstick was no match for a day of blow jobs culminating in a six-man oral gang bang. She shivered when she thought of it, and a chill ran down her spine, remembering how deliciously slutty she felt sucking off six guys at once.

Jessica changed clothes, cleaned her face, and brushed her long brown hair. She applied black waterproof eyeliner to set off her ice blue eyes, and bright red paint-on lipstick to accentuate her pouting lips. Her blouse’s plunging neckline afforded clients a perfect view of her pretty white bra and alluring cleavage. Her short skirt and high heels enhanced her long legs and shapely rear end.

Now that's more like it, she thought, looking at her gorgeous reflection. She picked up her bag and walked to the car, her heels clicking as she crossed the floor. It was dark outside, but still humid. She clicked the remote and started her trusty Camaro, the cool AC greeting her as she opened the door. She queued the system and immediately got a call.

“Highway Hotline,” said the sexy AI voice as she slid behind the wheel. Her client’s location popped up on her display as she fired the engine, a rest area about halfway to Winnie. She acknowledged the call and headed east.   

Jessica decided to make this her final stop of the evening before heading to Lake Charles for some action. The six-pack provided a hefty bonus, allowing her to afford to take the night off. Besides, she was ready for a proper fucking.

She made the short drive east to the rest area and pulled in. She parked next to the only other vehicle there, an eighteen-wheeler. A tall, nerdy guy walked out of the restroom, and she rolled the window down.

“Hi. I’m Gary,” he said, stepping up to the window. Most guys just said, “Hello,” or “Suck it, whore,” and some just grunted. Some didn’t say anything at all. Gary introduced himself. He was a chatty one.

Jess sat back and gave him a good look down her blouse, trailing her fingers up and down her cleavage.

“Show me what you have for me, Gary,” she said.

Gary unzipped, pulling out the most enormous cock Jessica had ever seen. Long, meaty, and thick, he stroked it as she stared with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, Gary,” she said, looking up at him.

“Go on, suck it whore,” he said.

“Mmmmm,” she said, opening her mouth as Gary shoved the big head between her lips. She knew she would never be able to fit it all in, so she slobbered over his massive knob, sucking the head and tickling the underside of it with her darting tongue. Five minutes later, she was rewarded with a mouthful of Gary’s hot sperm.

Her throat worked overtime, gulping down the massive load.

“That was awesome,” said Gary as he zipped up.

“Thank you, Gary,” Jessica said, truly thankful for his large load. She rolled up the window and pulled away.

Jessica pulled out of the rest area onto I-10 east and paused the system. It was quitting time for the young whore. Traffic was light, so she pulled into the fast lane and hit the gas. She was almost to the state line with the stereo cranked, listening to Sammy Hagar singing “I Can’t Drive 55”, when she looked in the mirror to see a cop right on her tail, his high beams on, and his blue and red lights flashing.

“Fuck!” she yelled to the Camaro and signaled as she pulled over. She was out in the middle of nowhere with hardly any traffic. The cop seemed to come out of nowhere.

The officer pulled up behind her, his police cruiser lit up like a Christmas tree. Both doors opened, but she could barely make out their silhouettes approaching in the mirror, the bright flashing lights blinding her..

Jessica took a deep breath. She sat up straight, her seatbelt splitting her tits, the hem of her skirt high on her thighs. She hoped her feminine assets would get her off with a warning.

The officer came up to her window.

“Good evening, miss, I’m Officer Stevens. License and registration, please,” he said, shining his flashlight over her shoulder. He was an older guy who reminded her of her Daddy, strong and handsome, with a no-nonsense attitude.

She looked up at him with a smile and handed him her ID, “Here you are, sir.” The other cop shone his flashlight in the back seat before shining it in the passenger side window and onto her.

"I hope I'm not in any trouble, officer. My husband will kill me if I get another ticket," she lied.

"You wait here while we run your license, ma’am, " he said, and they walked back to their cruiser.

It seemed like forever before the young cop got out of the cruiser and came up to open her passenger door.

"Slide over here and exit the vehicle, ma'am," he said. Jessica unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over, making sure he got a good look up her skirt.

"But why am I getting out? Am I in trouble?" she asked.

"Right this way, ma'am." Jessica stepped out of the car and took her arm, escorting her back to the cruiser.

The officer opened the passenger door of the cruiser and instructed her to place her hands on top of the car, facing Officer Stevens, who was seated behind the wheel.

Jessica complied.

"Please don’t take me to jail, sir. My husband will kill me," she pleaded, giving him her sad puppy eyes and her best pout, "I'll do anything, just please don't tell my husband."

Officer Steven turned on the interior light, saying, "Officer Jones, frisk her.”

The young cop patted her down on the outside of her clothes, pawing her breasts.

“Hey! That’s not frisking. You’re molesting me,” she complained.

Officer Jones ignored her, running his hands over her hips and rear end, briefly reaching between her legs to find no hidden contraband.

"She's clean," said Officer Jones, standing behind her while Officer Stevens read her the riot act.

"Ma'am, you have been pulled over twenty-seven times for speeding, and that's just in Texas. Every time, you got away with a warning, or the case was dismissed in court. Now I wasn't born yesterday, ma'am. I know there's a reason why they let you go, and I don’t think it was because of your awesome lawyer."

Jessica smiled, remembering all the dicks she had sucked over the years, so a cop would let her go, or all the times she spread her legs in the judge's chambers to get her case dismissed. She considered it part of the cost of doing business.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” she said.

“Tonight I clocked you going one twenty-five. That’s reckless operation, ma’am. Jail time.”

"I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t give me a ticket. I'll do anything, anything at all to get out of a ticket, please don't tell my husband," she said.  

"Cuff her, Officer Jones," he said, turning off his interior light and getting out of the car. "Bring her around front,” he said.

An eighteen-wheeler zoomed by, and the cruiser’s bright red, white, and blue lights flashed as Officer Jones brought her around front.

”You’re not getting off that easy on my watch.”

"What do you mean, sir?” she asked.

"It’s time to pay the piper, ma'am," said Officer Jones as he bent her over the front of the car. Her hands were cuffed behind her back as he lifted her skirt to reveal her tender derriere.

Mmmmm, she thought, Maybe I’ll get a good fucking from these two studs.

"What are you doing?” she asked.

“We can take care of this here and now, as you have suggested, or we can impound your car, arrest you, and you can explain it all to your husband,” said Officer Jones.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” she begged, “as long as I don't get a ticket.”

”First, you’ll be punished for flouting the law, then you’ll pay us to let you off with a warning,” said Officer Stevens.

Jessica heard the sound as both of them whipped off their belts.

Oh my fucking God, they’re going to spank me! she thought. I haven’t been spanked since high school.

A shiver ran down her spine as the evening breeze blew across her exposed cheeks.

“Please don’t spank me, sir. Maybe we could, you know," she wiggled her ass at him, ”take it out in trade?”

Officer Stevens ignored Jessica’s slutty advances.

"Twenty-seven tickets, ma'am, plus this one tonight equals twenty-eight. That will be twenty-eight licks with our belts,” said Officer Stevens.

Oh my fucking God, she thought.

“Yes, sir,” Jessica responded, resigned to the fact that she was going to get a whoopin’.

Officer Jones swung his belt, striking her cheeks with a loud smack. The belt left a sharp stinging kiss on her tender flesh.

“Ouch! Officer Jones, that hurts!” she yelped, prancing from foot to foot, her protests falling on deaf ears.

Officer Stevens was standing on her right, ”Don’t move, ma’am. You might injure yourself.”

He held her cuffed wrists on the small of her back and kicked her feet further apart. The wide, awkward stance forced her to keep her feet on the ground.

“That’s better,” he said, “Now don’t move.”

With her legs spread wide, they had a perfect view of her ass, and she was thankful she had worn the thong.

“Oh! My God, this is humiliating,” she thought, feeling her face heat up as she blushed with embarrassment.   

She heard the belt cut the air and felt the sting as it kissed her cheeks.

Jessica cried out as the two hunky cops rained down corporal punishment on her poor derriere.

The glare from the bright lights made them nearly invisible to passing traffic. She was happy that it was dark outside and traffic was light, so nobody would see the cops dish out their own brand of justice on her ass.

The evening breeze did nothing to relieve the stinging on her ass.

Thankfully, they worked quickly, and before she knew it, the spanking was over. The cops put their belts back on as Jessica sobbed.

Jessica was bent over the hood of their police cruiser, her feet spread wide apart, wearing heels. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her short skirt flipped up, and her ass striped red where the belts had left their marks.

Tears ran down her cheek and onto the hood of the police cruiser.

Officer Stevens grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her up to a standing position. He spun her around to face them and seated her on the bumper of the car. The cool steel eased the burning in her red ass cheeks.

“I hope that will make you think twice before speeding down my highway again,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she whined.

“Now there’s the matter of settling the ticket,” said Officer Jones.

Officer Jones stepped up to her face and unzipped, hauling out his dick. He fucked her mouth for a few minutes, and she started getting into it, bobbing up and down on it to meet his thrusts. He put his hands on her head and groaned as he shoved it all the way in. He fired three squirts of milky cum down her gulping throat. She licked him clean as he pulled it out of her mouth. The cum was like an intoxicating elixir for the young whore.

Officer Stevens was next. “My turn. You’re going to love this, you little slut.”

He unzipped and whipped out a long, skinny cock and slapped her face with it before shoving it in her mouth.

“There you go, suck it whore,” he said, not realizing how right he was.

Jessica gagged on his long dick as he pushed it down her throat.

“Suck it, you filthy, cocksucker." His dirty talk turned her on. “Choke on the dick of Johnny Law.”

He groaned and shot off in her mouth. She swallowed quickly as he unloaded rope after rope of thick, creamy sperm from his skinny dick. He pulled it out of her mouth and wiped the head on her face before zipping up.

Officer Jones stood her up and took off the cuffs. He issued her a warning and informed her that she was free to go.

She eased gently into the Camaro, her comfortable seat welcoming her abused derriere. She straightened her bra and blouse, then looked in the mirror. She had cum on her face, but her waterproof eyeliner and paint-on lipstick were fine. She wiped the cum off her face with her finger and licked it off, then brushed her hair while the cops waited behind her.

Jessica pulled onto the highway with the police on her tail. She got in the B lane and matted it, the yellow Camaro SS reaching seventy-nine MPH in under five seconds. Officer Stevens’ Charger Pursuit was right behind her, pacing her, as she set the Camaro’s cruise control to seventy-nine.

He followed her for a few minutes before turning off the lights, pulling into the fast lane, and speeding past.

Jessica called the Golden Nugget and reserved a room. The working girl had earned a weekend off. If she played her cards right, she would find herself under a handsome high roller before the night was over.