She locked the club and made her way to the car following her final shift of the week. It had been hectic uptown and she was looking forward to the drive home. There was nothing better than taking her sports car for a spin on the empty motorway at three in the morning, then a full throttle journey along the country roads to her apartment.
She loved driving fast, using rally manoeuvres along winding roads with the music turned up a bit too loud to clear away the sleazy stench of the punters touting for some play with the hottest hostess in the only sex club for fifty miles. It didn't really bother her, being an object of the gentleman's desire, and she was in good shape at forty-five, so it was understandable that the guys would assume she was there to get some herself.
She didn't play at the club. She never took anyone back from the club. She had her partners when she needed them but on working days she just wanted to get home, shower and sink into her sumptuous king size bed and sleep.
The throb of the engine in her new Ford Mustang made her impatient to get on her way, so she threw her kit in the boot, removed her jacket and she was hitting eighty down the slip road within minutes of leaving the car park. Hip hop tracks rallied out of the stereo and she rode her driver's seat like a true professional. After a swift gear change, she made a 90 degree turn onto the B road and she sped off into the darkness leaving the hum of the motorway behind her.
One mile, two miles; she would be home around 4 am and had a good bottle of gin and ginger ale in to chill with before she would slip into a deep sleep, hopefully till at least 2 pm the following day. Looking in her rear view mirror she saw lights approaching her. It was unusual to see anyone on these roads at this time.
Still, they continued to catch up with her and she slowed up to see what they were going to do and maybe watch their taillights pull away from her on this clear night. But as she slowed, the car pulled up behind her. There was a flash of blue lights and she felt her heart sink and in her head, she started to think of the story she would tell them as to where she had been tonight. Not to mention how she would explain the kit in the boot of the car which she was always careful to keep out of sight. There was also the attire she was still wearing because she didn't think a black, skin tight, PVC dress would be an issue at that time in the morning when she was just making her way unassumingly home from work.
She pulled over into the lay by and sat still, having turned the music to a low growl, waiting for the officer to approach her window. Sure enough, a tall, uniformed policeman leant down over the car, tapping on the window and suggesting she open it to converse with him. She still got nervous around the police.
Years of conditioning from a young age had taught her that the police would arrest you if you were a bad person. She knew it was ridiculous but it still didn't stop her feel the panic rise in her stomach. Flashing his ID at her he signalled for her to wind down the window.
'Good morning ma’am,' he addressed her, 'would you mind stepping out of the car for me a moment please.’
She flashed him her warm, open smile and pulled on the door handle, using the swing of the over-sized door to pull herself up out of her seat and onto her slender stiletto heels. The black patent leather was interjected with red lacing giving the 'just a bit kinky' feel to her footwear.
As the officer saw her for the first time he couldn't help being struck by her blend of beauty and filth. She was probably a good ten years older than him, a hot middle aged woman, yet she was not quite comfortable with his presence and displayed a vulnerability behind those smoky, big eyes.
Standing next to him now, she towered around six feet but was clearly only around five-foot-five or five-foot-six in her bare feet and had proportions that any woman would die for.
Omg, he thought, she's hot.
His cock actually stirred at the PVC clad woman in front of him. Her bust was pushed together under the tight material and he couldn't help imagine releasing them from their restrictive dress to see them free in his hands, for him to bury his face between them and feel the hardening of her nipples as he flicked his tongue over them, pink and protruding. Her waist was small and looking as much as he could, without making it obvious of his interest, he saw her butt was perfectly curvaceous, protruding obstinately against the obscenely short dress.
Her toned and tanned her legs were shapely, possibly a suggestion of the fact this lady, well possibly not a lady, liked to keep fit and look after herself. To push him over the edge, she was looking up at him, auburn, brown hair free over her shoulders, red lips slightly apart, her green eyes flicking over his face and resting up into his, as if anticipating their first kiss.
He didn't know how, but he was going to make sure he got off on this image tonight. Every reason why he shouldn't just cuff her and bend her over the bonnet of the police car had flown his thoughts some minutes ago. Damn these older, sexy women with their fuller figure, slight insolence and inert apprehension about the police.
'Morning officer, what have I done to get your attention this morning?' she asked.
She was actually flirting with him but he could still tell she was nervous beneath the confident exterior and he, in that instant, knew he was going to break every rule in his police book because there was no way a mere mortal could resist the soft, Welsh accent that tumbled from the woman's mouth. He wanted to cover it with his but not stop her from speaking so the words could whip him up into even more of an aroused state.
'I think you'll find the road ahead is closed. There was an accident around 2:30 hours, which is being cleared right now. I thought I would stop you before you got much further and had to go back on yourself to get around to Barrington.