Pulled Over (mc,mf) Chris was in a high mood that night. He wasn't drunk, although he had slugged a couple of glasses of wine. The afternoon party had been a hit and he knew he'd made an impression on his boss. No more clerical work for him from now on, he knew that. He was a fast road, one as fast as the one he was driving. He whooped as he blasted the stereo higher. His car window was down, the wind whipping at his blond hair. His coat and tie were thrown in the back seat and he was looking forward to throwing off the rest of the suit when he got home. A sudden wail got his attention. He glanced at the rear-view mirror and saw a white car with red and blue flashing lights. "Shit!" he muttered. He quickly lowered the stereo as he pulled to the side of the road. Just his luck. The only car on this lonely stretch and he had to be nailed. He sighed as he parked the car and waited for the officer. Maybe he could talk his way out of it. He looked up as he saw the officer arrive and was momentarily thrown. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. The uniform did little to hide the nice dimensions of her body and she probably looked pretty when she smiled. "License, sir?" she asked. "Um, here," Chris said, handing her the identification. He watched her as she went through her notebook. God, she looked hot. "Are you aware of how fast you were going, sir?" she asked. Chris could see her nametag, which read "Murphy." "Sorry, I was in a hurry." "That's not much of an excuse, sir," Murphy said. "Have you been drinking?" "Well, I was just at a party. I had a glass or two. But I am sober, believe me." She didn't believe him. Even after she made him walk a straight line and touch his nose with his fingers, she seemed a little doubtful. "Well, sir, I'm afraid I'm still going to have to write you a ticket for this. You were way over the limit and I can't just ignore that." Chris was a fast thinker. That was part of what accounted for his rise in the company. He had minored in psychology when he was in college and was suddenly seized by an inspiration. He glanced over at the squad car. He stared for a long moment at the flashing lights atop it. "Sir?" Murphy asked. "Sorry. I was just thinking that those would make a great sobriety test." He nodded to the lights. "Really. Just have people stare at the lights for a while. See if they make out the circles." "Excuse me?" Murphy said. She was a little dubious, but she was looking over at the lights on the car. "Come on, look at them," Chris insisted. "Watch them flash and turn. Flash and turn. Just keep watching them. Concentrate solely on them. Just watch them turn and flash turn and flash. Now, in between the flashes, you can see a circle. It's not much, but it's there. It's a bright circle. Sometimes it's blue, sometimes it's red. Just keep watching and you can see them. Watch. Flash, flash, red and blue, red and blue. Can you see the circles?" "..Yes..I can.." Murphy's voice was distracted, her eyes focused on the flashing lights. Chris knew her attention was held. Praying that there wouldn't be any cars around for a while, he continued. "Yes, you can see the circles now. The nice, red and blue circles. It's so nice to watch them, turning and flashing, turning and flashing. Red and blue, flash, flash, turn, turn. It's so soothing to watch them, so relaxing. They float around in front of your eyes, turning and twisting around and around. It makes you feel so sleepy, like those few precious moments before sleep arrives. It's so relaxing to watch them spin and circle, flash and circle. You feel sleepy, very sleepy. So sleepy. You just let it come over you, let the sleep come over you. Just close your eyes. Close your eyes and sleep." Murphy's eyes fluttered shut, her head slumping forward. Chris couldn't believe it. He'd really hypnotized the cop. He looked at her for a long moment. He had been taking a long shot to get out of the ticket, but now a better idea came to him. "Officer, what's you first name?" "Sara," she said. Her face looked even more beautiful asleep. "Sara, listen to me carefully. When I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You won't remember being asleep. You will not give me a ticket. You pulled me over to tell me my taillight was out. That is all. Do you understand?" "Yes. Your taillight was out." "Good." Chris quickly pulled out one of the company business cards and scrawled his address on it. "Sara, when do you go off duty tonight?" "Eight." "Are you planning to meet someone? Do you have a boyfriend?" "No. I live alone." "Good, good. I'm going to give you a card. You will put the card in your pocket and immediately forget about it. The minute you go off duty, you will suddenly remember this card. You will read it and have an overwhelming urge to come to the address on the card. You will come there immediately, without going home first, do you understand?" "Yes." "All right. Now, when I look you in the eyes and say the words 'under arrest', you will once again fall into this wonderful state of sleep and listen to everything I say, do you understand?" "Yes, I do." "Excellent." Chris placed the card in Sara's pants pocket and stepped back. He snapped his fingers and Sara's eyes came open. "So, thanks for the warning, officer. I'll get that taillight fixed right away," Chris said. "No problem sir, have a nice day," Sara said as she walked back to her squad car. Chris watched her go before getting into his own car and driving home. He definitely had something to look forward to now. The doorbell to Chris' apartment rang at exactly eight- seventeen. Chris smiled and walked out of the bathroom. He had just showered and was wearing only a bathrobe. He had moved the table in front of the couch in the main room and his stereo was primed for a fun evening. Chris opened the door and saw Sara standing there. She was still dressed in her uniform. She looked a little confused, uncertain as to why she was there. "Um, hello, sir, I'm sorry for bothering you." "No problem. Are you going to put me under arrest?" Chris was looking straight into Sara's eyes and saw them glaze over just before they closed. "Come in, Sara." Chris led the hypnotized officer inside and sat her on the couch. He sat next to her, facing her slightly. He slipped off her badge and held it in the palm of his hand. "Sara, open your eyes." Sara's eyes drifted open and were instantly fixed on the badge Chris held. He moved his hand slightly so the light could reflect off of it and into her eyes. "Look at the light, Sara," Chris said in a soft voice. "Look at the light and you'll know everything I say is right. Everything I say is good. You trust everything I say, don't you?" "Yes.." Sara whispered. "Good. Now, Sara, what are you?" "A police officer." "No, Sara, you're just wearing a police uniform. You're a stripper, Sara. An outrageous stripper. You enjoy taking off your clothes. You want to. You need to. As you strip, you feel hot. Very hot. Extremely hot. You feel so aroused and so horny that you want sex. You want it bad. By the time you're totally nude, you'll be desperate for sex. With me. Sex with me. Won't you?" "Yes.." Sara said, licking her lips. "Good. When I clap my hands, you will go into your hot and sexy striptease. When you are done, you will want to make love to me very, very badly." Chris quickly put a pulsating rock beat on the stereo. He sat on the sofa and clapped his hands. Sara stood up and sauntered onto the empty area in front of the couch. She began to dance, slowly at first, then with more feeling. She threw off her cap and let her hair flow around her. She loosened her shirt, button by button and yanked it away. She wore a black bra underneath. She undid and slid off her belt. She bent down to her knees, sliding her pants down as she did. She slinked back into a standing position and left her pants on the ground. She lay on the floor and made several thrusting movements with her hips as she untied her shoes. Shoes and socks off, she stood up again and danced wildly. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting her gorgeous tits loose. She leaned over and slipped off her black panties, throwing them to Chris. Chris couldn't take it. This beautiful officer had him almost coming right there. He had to have her. He stood up and kissed her. She responded with a wild passion as she pressed herself against him. He slid his robe off so they were both naked. He kissed her again as he pushed her against the wall. He entered her, his cock already pumping as it slid into her pussy. He pressed her against the wall and was overjoyed to hear her moan with passion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight as he thrusted himself into her. Her legs clamped down on his waist, pulling him closer into her. He exploded, his cum blasting into her. She lay against the wall, moaning with joy. Chris took her into the bedroom. They rolled on the bed, with Chris on the bottom, his hard cock pointing towards the ceiling. Sara crawled onto him and took his cock in her hands. She began to massage it, moving her fingers up and down the hard shaft. She took it in her mouth, her lovely lips circling the tip. She suckled at it, her tongue tickling the tip as she took it down her throat. She broke off and moved up, sitting herself on the hard member. She began rocking gently back and forth, pushing Chris back to release. He ran his hands over her gorgeous body, pinching her breasts and nipples. She arched back as they orgasmed, his cum blasting through her like fire. She collapsed onto him and they kissed again. He buried his head in her cleavage and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her breasts on his face. Chris took her twice more before sending her home. He arranged for her to forget everything that happened. She would wake up at home feeling fine and not noticing anything odd. Chris had left himself a back door that would bring her back under his power again. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, planning his next encounter with his private policewoman. He was just imagining all the things he could do with her handcuffs as he fell asleep.