Roadside Strip Search

An erotic short story: approx. 9,800 words
Scenes of intense, explicit lesbian sex. Adults only, please!

When you’re a successful, affluent business woman struggling to relax before an afternoon of meetings from hell, about the last thing you need is to be pulled over by the police.

Lonely and stressed, Catherine found that taking the long way to work on a scenic backwoods road was a crackerjack stress reliever. What made it even better was driving that road with her panties down, one hand on the wheel while using the other to work a little magic between her legs.

Well, maybe she was weaving just a little, maybe speeding a wee bit, but was that really worth a ticket from some hick Sheriff’s Deputy? Frustrated, Catherine pulled over and prepared to give the yokel a tongue lashing, but soon discovered that the cute blonde officer had things other than traffic violations on her mind.

Perhaps the penalty wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Excerpt:

“I patrol this road every Tuesday morning. It’s a quiet road, so any vehicle, especially something like your Navigator here, stands out.” Deputy Ryan released Catherine’s forearm. “I could have stopped you before. Several times, in fact, but didn’t.”

Overhead, a small flock of geese flew noisily off to somewhere. Catherine wished she could join them.

“Actually, I’ve seen you other places, too,” Deputy Ryan said. “Matter of fact, just a couple of nights ago.” She lowered her voice, leaning closer. “Do you know where?”

Deputy Ryan’s warm breath tickled Catherine’s neck. Shuddering involuntarily, Catherine shook her head.

“Well then I’ll tell you where it was,” Deputy Ryan said. “You were in a short black dress. You were sitting by yourself at a back table at Kittens.”
Catherine’s mind blanked.

“You do know Kittens, don’t you?” Deputy Ryan asked. “What kind of a place it is?”

Slowly nodding, Catherine tried to remember seeing her. Had she been in uniform? Catherine would definitely have noticed a gorgeous woman in a police uniform.

Deputy Ryan whispered directly into Catherine’s ear. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know,” Catherine mumbled. “I guess…”

“No,” Deputy Ryan said as she placed her hands firmly on Catherine’s shoulders. “You do know, don’t you?”

Catherine took a deep breath and said nervously, “It’s… I mean, it’s a…” She swallowed. “…a girl bar.”

“That’s right,” Deputy Ryan said, squeezing Catherine’s shoulders, “it’s a place where girls go to meet other girls. Women. Isn’t that right? A lez bar?”

“I guess, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Okay,” Catherine murmured, absorbed in the touch of the Deputy’s hands - warm hands firmly gripping Catherine’s shoulders, yet somehow gentle. “That’s what it is, yes.”

Not like it’s illegal or something.

“I’ve seen you there,” Brigit Ryan said, her fingers now gently kneading Catherine’s shoulders, just below her neck. “That’s exactly where I saw you. At a girl bar. Were you looking for a girlfriend, Catherine?”