Nadia could only stare at the large cop as he explained that she was going to jail. What he said was true – the drugs that she possessed were enough to put her away for a long time – but she still couldn’t believe that she had been caught. They were out in the middle of nowhere, along a dirt country road. The cop had pulled her over for speeding, and what he found had been a few bags of cocaine in the trunk of her red corvette. Now Nadia was standing there in the hot Californian sun with sweat dripping down between her breasts as a state police officer explained to her that she was going to jail.
The cop searched her scantily clad body. She was only wearing a skimpy black shirt and a very short black leather skirt. The only place she could hide a weapon would be her cowboy boots, which the cop just happened to neglect in his full body search of her. Instead, he moved his hands over her shoulders, over her breasts (lingering there for a while), down her stomach, over her crotch, between her thighs and then round and over her ass. No weapons there.