Jake sped down the highway, his eyes flickering between the road and the dashboard clock. He was already late for work, and the traffic seemed to be conspiring against him, slowing to a crawl just as he needed to make up time. His heart pounded in his chest as he wove through the cars, the engine of his old sedan roaring in protest.
Suddenly, a flash of blue and red lights filled his rearview mirror. His stomach sank as he realized he was being pulled over. He sighed, pulling over to the side of the road, and watched as the cop car parked behind him. The officer who emerged was tall and broad-shouldered, with a stern expression and a muscular build that was accentuated by his uniform. Jake's heart raced as the officer approached his window, the sun glinting off his badge.
"License and registration, please," the officer barked, his voice deep and commanding. Jake fumbled with his wallet, pulling out his license and reaching for the glove compartment to grab his registration.
The officer took the documents, his eyes scanning them briefly before looking up at Jake. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, his voice firm.
Jake shook his head, his mind racing. "No, officer," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
The officer's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jake, his expression unreadable. "You were speeding," he said, his voice stern.
Jake watched as the officer walked back to his patrol car, the sun reflecting off the shiny badge on his utility belt. The officer's broad shoulders and firm stride exuded an air of authority that made Jake's heart race even faster. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, and glanced down at his phone, still open to the peculiar app he had downloaded earlier.
He decided to give the app a try, if only to distract himself from the stress of the situation. He opened the app and saw the map interface, showing the officer's patrol car as the nearest target. With a deep breath, he selected the target and hit "return description."
The app generated a sentence: "A stern police officer is running the registration of a speeding motorist."
Jake muttered under his breath, "fucking bitch cop," his smirk growing as he looked back down at his phone. He quickly tapped on the sentence the app had generated, changing the word "officer" to "woman." He hit the confirm button, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As he looked up, he saw the police woman walking back towards his car. She was still tall and broad-shouldered, but her features were softer, more feminine. Her hair was pulled back in a tight, professional bun, accentuating her high cheekbones and striking features. Her uniform fit her curves perfectly, highlighting a voluptuous figure. She had prominent breasts. Her waist was narrow, and her hips flared out, giving her an hourglass shape.
She approached Jake's window, her stride confident and graceful. "Here's your ticket," she said, her voice now a sultry contralto that sent a shiver down Jake's spine. She handed him the ticket, her fingers brushing against his for a moment longer than necessary. Jake took the ticket, his mind racing as he tried to process the sudden change.