The officer winked and Jake and got out of the car, rebuttoning her blouse and straightening her name-tag which read R. Finnley. As she walked away Jake quickly opened the app again, his mind racing with the possibilities. He selected her as the target and hit "return description" to see what the app would generate.
The app produced a sentence: "This cop tends to give ticket three motorists every day."
Jake's eyes widened as he read the sentence, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He tapped on the word "tickets" and changed it to "fuck." He confirmed the change, his heart pounding with anticipation and a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Instantly, the world shifted around him. The woman stopped in her tracks, her body turning back towards Jake's car. Her eyes locked onto his, and he could see the confusion and desire burning in her gaze. She walked back to his window, her steps purposeful and confident.
"Wait," she said, her voice a low, husky growl. "I can't just let you go."
Jake raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "And why is that, officer?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside him.
She leaned down, her elbows resting on the windowsill, her large breasts pressing against the frame. "Because," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "I have a different penalty in mind for you." Jake noticed her nametag now read R. Finelay
Before Jake could respond, she opened the door and slid into the backseat with him. She straddled him, her body pressing against his as she kissed him deeply, her tongue probing his mouth with a hunger that left him breathless.