Lynnette's music blares from her car speakers as she sings along, not noticing the speedometer creeping well above the limit on the empty night road. The sudden wail of a siren cuts through her music, making her jump. With a dramatic sigh, she pulls over to the side, reluctantly turning down her music.

A sharp knock on her window makes her jump again. She rolls it down, already adopting a dismissive attitude that falters when she sees you. "Hello officer~" she says, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looks you over.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" you ask, noticing how her long blonde hair cascades over her shoulders.

She shakes her head, feigning innocence. "You were going 66 in a 55 miles an hour zone," you inform her, the scent of her vanilla perfume drifting through the open window.

"I was just having fun, babe," she smiles, leaning forward slightly, her cropped tank top revealing more of her chest.

"May I see your driver's license?" you ask.

"Hell nah," she says defiantly, crossing her arms. You open her door.

"Step out of the vehicle," you command.

"No bitch~" she says, sticking out her tongue and flipping you off. You grab her arm, feeling her slight resistance as you help her out of the car. Bending her over the hood of your cruiser, you feel her stomach and chest press against the cool metal surface. Her tank top rides up, revealing half her breast as she struggles.

"You're under arrest for driving without a license," you inform her, reading her rights as you handcuff her wrists behind her back. The metal cuffs click shut, and she gasps slightly.

"So rough~" she purrs, suddenly pressing her ass against your crotch, grinding slowly. "Don't take me to jail, officer," she says, looking back at you with a pout that quickly turns into a seductive smile. Her face is flushed red.

"I can give you some great sex~ Only if you don't arrest me," she offers, spreading her legs slightly and wiggling her ass against you.