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Subject: {ASSM} Quickie - Reckless Endangerment (with little revisions)- by Redbud
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Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:10:01 -0400
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Quickie - Reckless Endangerment - by Redbud

[Sorry, I should have waited to post this for just a minute or
two.]

	"They're pigs," she shouted into the cellphone.
	She could hear her mother's sigh fade in and out. "They're
people," she said, "like you and me."
	"Cops, Mom!" she shouted. "They're cops. They're pigs! Men!
They're pigs!"
	"We'll find another place to live."
	"I don't `want' another place!" she screeched and shut the cell
phone. Her hands were shaking. She needed to relax. She was
driving too fast. She glanced at the slick black plastic bag in
the passenger seat and smiled to herself. Stress relief. Jesus.
Why the fuck not? Keeping one hand on the wheel she leaned across
the gear console and dug through the plastic bag. It was aqua
marine, a soft and speckled rubbery aqua marine, with a golden
tip and a little dolphin. Silent but deadly. She hated noisy
toys. Hated them. Thank god she had put the batteries in at the
store. The sales clerk was embarrassed. Like women weren't
supposed to have sex drives. Fuck him.
	She pulled aside her panties. Lifted herself off the seat,
positioned the smooth round tip of the dildo at the kiss of the
opening and oh... she, oh! - she lowered herself, letting her own
weight smoothly open her sex and belly to the aqua marine
penetrant. Her bottom rested met the seat. She groaned. The long
dildo was completely inside her, vibrating, sending its pulses
deeply into her abdomen.
	Oh yes, she was relaxing. She reached for the phone. It
clattered to the floor. Shit! God damn it!

	**

	Jesus! Jack Russ swerved, narrowly avoiding the Vanagon. He
slammed on his brakes, glanced in the mirror, switched on the
lights and swung around. The Vanagon had itself swerved off the
road, dust from the berm was billowing behind it.
	Some hippy son-of-a-bitch. Probably doped up. If he was pissed,
mad as hell, he wasn't going to show. He was professional.

	**

	She kept the brakes locked until the van stopped, one hand
tightly gripped the wheel, the other gripped the damned phone.
She took a deep breath. Flashing lights! What the... shit! She
watched the cruiser pull behind her, half on the berm, half off.
At the same time the cop was calling in her plates he was
stepping out of the cruiser. Self-important son-of-a-bitch!
	Wait! Shit! She frantically pulled her panties over aqua! O
Jesus! No! She forgot!
	"Mam?"
	"Ye... Yes?"
	"Please step out of the vehicle."
	"Do I have to?" Was she whining? Jesus. She whined.
	"Mam." He was so fucking dispassionate, so full of himself.
Couldn't he see that she was...disturbed? "Please step out of the
car."
	Sonya opened the door, steeled herself, prayed her panties would
hold. She stepped out, still holding the damned cell phone in one
hand, and trying not to put her other hand between her legs.

	**

	She was cute. No, she was hot - maybe 23 or 24. But he was a
professional. Other guys talked about moments like these. Maybe
he had even fantasized about moments like these. But he had a job
to do and he was professional. "Please step to the back of the
vehicle, Mam."
	She was wearing a short skirt and a sleeveless, hemp button-down
top. The top button was gone. She was wearing beads. They looked
good on her tanned skin. But he didn't notice. Her legs were
tanned too, smooth as silk, and her hips were slender and
muscular. But he didn't notice. She was going to need a
breathalyzer. There was something wrong.
	He followed her to the back of the van. He didn't smell weed. He
didn't smell alcohol. "Please face the back of the vehicle and
place your hands..."
	"Is that really standard..."
	"Mam..."
	"What did I do?"
	She was cute. Little hippie bitch. So what? She was cute. He was
a professional. Did he have probable cause? No. Yes, he had
probable cause. She was hiding something .

	**

	Just give her a fucking ticket!
	She glared at him.
	He was cute. Maybe he was hot. 26? 27? Maybe he was hot in his
uniform. Maybe she was delirious - maybe because there was an
aqua marine bar that was stretching her opening into a wet O,
that was lodged between her legs and pressing against her owmb,
vibrating so quietly, so smoothly, so accurately. Fucking
dolphin.
	She had never seen lips on a man like his. They were almost like
a woman's lips, but not. She wanted to touch them.
	"Mam... if I have to ask again..."
	Then what? - her mind reeled. Tell me what? Her breathing was
growing short. She was losing control. Aqua was fucking her so,
so beautifully. She was blushing, red as a beet. Jesus, the sun
was hot. They were in the middle of a desert, south of
Albuquerque, close to Elephant Butte. The cop was cute.

	**

	He watched her turn and bend over, her hands on the rear bumper.
	That's not what he meant. Her panties were tight. Too tight.
They were... they were... "Mam, please stand up."

	**

	Sonya stood. She quickly turned to face him, half-faint.
	Had he seen. Jesus! What the fuck was she thinking? Why the fuck
had she bent over? He just wanted her to put her hands on the
back if the van, not bend over like a little slut.
	"Mam..." he swallowed.
	"Yes, Sir..." Sir? Did she really say, Sir? Was she whining?
	"Mam..."
	God damn-it. O, he knew. And he knew she knew. And he knew she
knew he knew she knew. Why was he so fucking hot?

	**

	He was a professional.
	"Mam..." he swallowed again. When did he forget how to talk? She
was looking up at him. Petite brunette. So pretty. So hot. A
little waif. She was gorgeous. The sun was so fucking hot.. He
was sweating. Was she going to cry? No, she wasn't crying. She
looked like she was going to cry. She wasn't crying. She was
biting her lip. She was twitching. Her whole body was twitching.
O, Jesus. He was hard as lamppost. She knew. He knew she knew. He
knew she knew he knew.
	"Mam..." he couldnt' breath.
	"Yes, Sir," she answered, almost whispering. Her tiny voice
quavered with a little hiccup when she twitched.
	He glanced at her cell phone. "Perhaps..." he swallowed again.
"The use.. The use of electronic devices is... is ill-advised
while driving."
	"Yes Sir," she answered, still biting her lip, her little
twitches slowing. "I won't do again." She squeezed out the last
word in a quick tumble of words.
	"Mam..."
	"Yes, Sir," she answered meekly.
	"Have..." he swallowed. "...have a nice day."
	"Thank you, Sir."
	She turned. He stared at her narrow hips, moving so languorously
and wetly. She opened the door and carefully, so carefully,
climbed in, keeping her slender, smooth thighs together. But he
didn't notice. He was a professioanl.
	"Mam..." his voice cracked.
	"Yes Sir," she answered.
	"My name... my name is Jack - Jack Russ."
	"Hi."
	"You can look me up."
	"Ok..."
	What was he thinking? He was a fucking moron - a complete moron.
	"Jack?"
	"Yes Mam?"
	"Do you..." she paused.  "Can I call you?"

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