My name is Jennifer Sanders and since I was thirteen, I’ve been attracted to men in uniform. Friends would say it was just a phase but here I am at twenty years old, still loving it. There are preferences of course but just about any uniform on a guy will drive me wild.

I’ve always been a bit adventurous, finding new ways to spice up my sex life. It occurred to me the other day that instead of trying to date a police officer, why not purposely get pulled over by one. If I were to wear something sexy, maybe I could convince him to forget the ticket in return for amazing sex with me. It’d be a win-win situation for the both of us and knowing I’d be taking a risk made it that much more exciting. Worse comes to worse, I’ll have to pay the ticket. It seemed worth taking a chance.

Today I woke up knowing that it was the right day to try this. It was a holiday weekend; the streets would be swarming with cops ready to pull over just about anybody breaking the law. My closet was full of sexy outfits that I considered but I ended up going with the black leather dress with a hole in the center of the chest, showing off cleavage from my 36 d’s. My boots matched the dress perfectly. I grabbed my sunglasses and walked out the door, climbing into my Nissan.

At first it seemed a bit hopeless, not a single cop in sight. Finally I saw one up ahead, parked behind a bush, trying to be sneaky. My foot hit the gas and I reached the 65 mph mark as the speed limit dropped to 45. Nothing! I flew right by him and he paid me no mind. He must not have been paying attention, which agitated me.

Next thought was, try the highway. There always seemed to be more police vehicles roaming there, waiting to catch somebody going way too fast. I lit a Marlboro cigarette and kept my eyes open. The nicotine helped calm me and prevent more frustration. Before I’d decided to attempt this, I figured it would be very simple. I’ve been pulled over before when I didn’t want to be and of course when I’m trying, no luck!

About a mile from my exit, I’d had it and was done trying, when I saw a blue police vehicle parked. Once again my foot hit the gas, pushing me up to 90 this time. I wasn’t going to take the chance. Within 30 seconds, his lights were on and both of our vehicles were pulled off to the side of the busy highway.

The officer slowly made his way towards my car as I touched up my lipstick.

“Hello officer,” I said softly as I exhaled before putting my cigarette out.

“Hello mam, you do know that you were speeding back there don’t you?”

“I guess I didn’t realize how fast I was going.