Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-21”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

2:07 AM. I was driving home after a weekend spent in the country. My friend was on vacation for two weeks and had lent me her car during her absence. It had been a while since I had visited my father, so I had decided to drive up for a quick visit. After spending the weekend remembering exactly why I loved the country so much, I returned home. On a side note, every time I leave the urban environment, I always wonder why I have chosen to reside in the province’s largest city—second largest in the country—and each time, the answer is the same; I have no fucking idea! I guess I am just too lazy to move. Anyhoo, back to the story.

After a three-hour drive back, I finally entered the great city of Montreal—just to be clear, I am being sarcastic. But a few blocks from my apartment, I spotted the streetlight before me turn yellow. Under normal circumstance, I would have slowed to a stop, but given the fact that it was the middle of the night and the streets were deserted, I put the pedal to the metal. Moments later, I was speeding past just as the light turned from yellow to red.

“Oh no!” I muttered seconds later, as I heard sirens and peered into the rear-view mirror to see a police cruiser speeding after me, light flashing. After letting a few swears slip past my lips, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the police officer to approach the vehicle. As I did, I felt apprehension fill me. This was my first time getting pulled over. I suddenly realized the ticket-free streak I had going for the past few years was about to come to an end. Unless…

Though it went against everything I believed in, I knew there was one way to keep my streak going. I had to use my feminine wiles to get out of the ticket. Though the thought of flirting with a man totally repulsed me—I’m a lesbian, remember?—I knew it was for the greater good. Unfortunately, I soon discovered my plan would not work.

“License and registration please,” said a feminine voice, moments later.