Pulled Over (mc,mf)


     Chris was in a high mood that night. He wasn't drunk,
although he had slugged a couple of glasses of wine. The
afternoon party had been a hit and he knew he'd made an
impression on his boss. No more clerical work for him from now
on, he knew that. He was a fast road, one as fast as the one he
was driving. He whooped as he blasted the stereo higher. His car
window was down, the wind whipping at his blond hair. His coat
and tie were thrown in the back seat and he was looking forward
to throwing off the rest of the suit when he got home. 
     A sudden wail got his attention. He glanced at the rear-view
mirror and saw a white car with red and blue flashing lights.
"Shit!" he muttered. He quickly lowered the stereo as he pulled
to the side of the road. Just his luck. The only car on this
lonely stretch and he had to be nailed. He sighed as he parked
the car and waited for the officer. Maybe he could talk his way
out of it. 
     He looked up as he saw the officer arrive and was
momentarily thrown. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair pulled
back in a ponytail. The uniform did little to hide the nice
dimensions of her body and she probably looked pretty when she
smiled. "License, sir?" she asked. 
     "Um, here," Chris said, handing her the identification. He
watched her as she went through her notebook. God, she looked
hot. "Are you aware of how fast you were going, sir?" she asked.
Chris could see her nametag, which read "Murphy." 
     "Sorry, I was in a hurry."
     "That's not much of an excuse, sir," Murphy said. "Have you
been drinking?"
     "Well, I was just at a party. I had a glass or two. But I am
sober, believe me."
     She didn't believe him. Even after she made him walk a
straight line and touch his nose with his fingers, she seemed a
little doubtful. "Well, sir, I'm afraid I'm still going to have
to write you a ticket for this. You were way over the limit and I
can't just ignore that." 
     Chris was a fast thinker. That was part of what accounted
for his rise in the company. He had minored in psychology when he
was in college and was suddenly seized by an inspiration. He
glanced over at the squad car. He stared for a long moment at the
flashing lights atop it. "Sir?" Murphy asked. 
     "Sorry. I was just thinking that those would make a great
sobriety test." He nodded to the lights. "Really. Just have
people stare at the lights for a while. See if they make out the
circles." 
     "Excuse me?" Murphy said. She was a little dubious, but she
was looking over at the lights on the car. "Come on, look at
them," Chris insisted. "Watch them flash and turn. Flash and
turn. Just keep watching them. Concentrate solely on them. Just
watch them turn and flash turn and flash. Now, in between the
flashes, you can see a circle. It's not much, but it's there.
It's a bright circle. Sometimes it's blue, sometimes it's red.
Just keep watching and you can see them. Watch. Flash, flash, red
and blue, red and blue. Can you see the circles?"
     "..Yes..I can.." Murphy's voice was distracted, her eyes
focused on the flashing lights. Chris knew her attention was
held. Praying that there wouldn't be any cars around for a while,
he continued. "Yes, you can see the circles now. The nice, red
and blue circles. It's so nice to watch them, turning and
flashing, turning and flashing. Red and blue, flash, flash, turn,
turn. It's so soothing to watch them, so relaxing. They float
around in front of your eyes, turning and twisting around and
around. It makes you feel so sleepy, like those few precious
moments before sleep arrives. It's so relaxing to watch them spin
and circle, flash and circle. You feel sleepy, very sleepy. So
sleepy. You just let it come over you, let the sleep come over
you. Just close your eyes. Close your eyes and sleep."
     Murphy's eyes fluttered shut, her head slumping forward.
Chris couldn't believe it. He'd really hypnotized the cop. He
looked at her for a long moment. He had been taking a long shot
to get out of the ticket, but now a better idea came to him.
"Officer, what's you first name?" 
     "Sara," she said. Her face looked even more beautiful
asleep.
     "Sara, listen to me carefully. When I snap my fingers,
you'll wake up. You won't remember being asleep. You will not
give me a ticket. You pulled me over to tell me my taillight was
out. That is all. Do you understand?"
     "Yes. Your taillight was out."
     "Good." Chris quickly pulled out one of the company business
cards and scrawled his address on it. "Sara, when do you go off
duty tonight?"
     "Eight." 
     "Are you planning to meet someone? Do you have a boyfriend?"
     "No. I live alone."
     "Good, good. I'm going to give you a card. You will put the
card in your pocket and immediately forget about it. The minute
you go off duty, you will suddenly remember this card. You will
read it and have an overwhelming urge to come to the address on
the card. You will come there immediately, without going home
first, do you understand?"
     "Yes."
     "All right. Now, when I look you in the eyes and say the
words 'under arrest', you will once again fall into this
wonderful state of sleep and listen to everything I say, do you
understand?"
     "Yes, I do."
     "Excellent." Chris placed the card in Sara's pants pocket
and stepped back. He snapped his fingers and Sara's eyes came
open. "So, thanks for the warning, officer. I'll get that
taillight fixed right away," Chris said.
     "No problem sir, have a nice day," Sara said as she walked
back to her squad car. Chris watched her go before getting into
his own car and driving home. He definitely had something to look
forward to now.

     The doorbell to Chris' apartment rang at exactly eight-
seventeen. Chris smiled and walked out of the bathroom. He had
just showered and was wearing only a bathrobe. He had moved the
table in front of the couch in the main room and his stereo was
primed for a fun evening. 
     Chris opened the door and saw Sara standing there. She was
still dressed in her uniform. She looked a little confused,
uncertain as to why she was there. "Um, hello, sir, I'm sorry for
bothering you."
     "No problem. Are you going to put me under arrest?" Chris
was looking straight into Sara's eyes and saw them glaze over
just before they closed. "Come in, Sara." Chris led the
hypnotized officer inside and sat her on the couch. He sat next
to her, facing her slightly. He slipped off her badge and held it
in the palm of his hand. "Sara, open your eyes." 
     Sara's eyes drifted open and were instantly fixed on the
badge Chris held. He moved his hand slightly so the light could
reflect off of it and into her eyes. "Look at the light, Sara,"
Chris said in a soft voice. "Look at the light and you'll know
everything I say is right. Everything I say is good. You trust
everything I say, don't you?" 
     "Yes.." Sara whispered. 
     "Good. Now, Sara, what are you?"
     "A police officer."
     "No, Sara, you're just wearing a police uniform. You're a
stripper, Sara. An outrageous stripper. You enjoy taking off your
clothes. You want to. You need to. As you strip, you feel hot.
Very hot. Extremely hot. You feel so aroused and so horny that
you want sex. You want it bad. By the time you're totally nude,
you'll be desperate for sex. With me. Sex with me. Won't you?"
     "Yes.." Sara said, licking her lips.
     "Good. When I clap my hands, you will go into your hot and
sexy striptease. When you are done, you will want to make love to
me very, very badly." Chris quickly put a pulsating rock beat on
the stereo. He sat on the sofa and clapped his hands. 
     Sara stood up and sauntered onto the empty area in front of
the couch. She began to dance, slowly at first, then with more
feeling. She threw off her cap and let her hair flow around her.
She loosened her shirt, button by button and yanked it away. She
wore a black bra underneath. She undid and slid off her belt. She
bent down to her knees, sliding her pants down as she did. She
slinked back into a standing position and left her pants on the
ground. She lay on the floor and made several thrusting movements
with her hips as she untied her shoes. Shoes and socks off, she
stood up again and danced wildly. She reached behind her and
unsnapped her bra, letting her gorgeous tits loose. She leaned
over and slipped off her black panties, throwing them to Chris.
     Chris couldn't take it. This beautiful officer had him
almost coming right there. He had to have her. He stood up and
kissed her. She responded with a wild passion as she pressed
herself against him. He slid his robe off so they were both
naked. He kissed her again as he pushed her against the wall. He
entered her, his cock already pumping as it slid into her pussy.
He pressed her against the wall and was overjoyed to hear her
moan with passion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held
on tight as he thrusted himself into her. Her legs clamped down
on his waist, pulling him closer into her. He exploded, his cum
blasting into her. She lay against the wall, moaning with joy.
     Chris took her into the bedroom. They rolled on the bed,
with Chris on the bottom, his hard cock pointing towards the
ceiling. Sara crawled onto him and took his cock in her hands.
She began to massage it, moving her fingers up and down the hard
shaft. She took it in her mouth, her lovely lips circling the
tip. She suckled at it, her tongue tickling the tip as she took
it down her throat. She broke off and moved up, sitting herself
on the hard member. She began rocking gently back and forth,
pushing Chris back to release. He ran his hands over her gorgeous
body, pinching her breasts and nipples. She arched back as they
orgasmed, his cum blasting through her like fire. She collapsed
onto him and they kissed again. He buried his head in her
cleavage and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her breasts on his
face.
     Chris took her twice more before sending her home. He
arranged for her to forget everything that happened. She would
wake up at home feeling fine and not noticing anything odd. Chris
had left himself a back door that would bring her back under his
power again. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, planning his
next encounter with his private policewoman. He was just
imagining all the things he could do with her handcuffs as he
fell asleep.