On her way to her car, Katie felt absolutely disgusted. That man actually offered her sex. Sex! She had no idea men could be so dirty. Well, a man working in her office. But then she remembered Greg. He was probably even worse than the janitor, since he was the one who was trying to turn her into a slut. But it didn't work, right? She was still herself. Mostly herself. She had control. Otherwise she would have taken the janitor up on his offer.
She pulled her car keys out of her purse and used them to open the driver's side door of her car. Then she got inside and started the car up. She felt a shiver run through her body that she had never felt before. But given the circumstances, she figured that the feeling was horniness. She really wished that she didn't feel this way. It totally clashed with her moral beliefs. What would the other women at church say if they found out she couldn't keep herself from having constant sex? But that's how she felt right now. That's what she needed. She needed sex and that disgusted her.
She drove out of the parking garage and made her way down the road. Once she got to the residential district of town, she began to gain speed. She was feeling so anxious! She knew there were women in the world who felt this way, even without getting doused with one of those sprays. How did they cope? She felt like getting out of the car and jumping the first man she saw. It was so disturbing, feeling like this. Feeling completely out of control.
She needed to go faster. She needed to get home. Her husband was waiting there for her. If she was going to have sex, it was only appropriate that she'd do it with the man that she married. He'd quench her needs.
Suddenly, an abrupt sound broke her out of her frantic thoughts. It was a police siren. She looked up into her rear-view mirror and saw that a police car was directly behind her. "Shoot," she uttered, pulling the car over to the side of the street. She was almost home! Just another two blocks.
She waited for the officer to walk up to her car, then she rolled down the window.
"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?" he asked.
"Uh ... no. Listen, I really need to go home. It's really important." She tried to sound needy, but in fact, she actually was. Her horniness seemed to escalate with each passing minute. What if this didn't go away? How could she live like this?
"Uh huh," the cop said. "Ma'am, this is a 35 mile per hour zone. You were going at least fifty. That's a $150 fine."
Katie couldn't believe it. Her carelessness was going to cost her $150? How was she going to explain this to her husband? Her gaze dropped down from the cop's face. Really, she just didn't want to look at him, but what happened was that her gaze stopped at the very noticeable bulge in his pants. She licked her lips, thinking about what it would look like. She had seen her husband's, obviously, but did all penises look the same?
"Ma'am, could you please give me your license and registration?" the cop asked, breaking Katie out of her momentary daze and (as she did what the cop asked) what she realized was some of the dirtiest thoughts she had ever had.
The cop looked at the documents she handed him, then he pulled out his ticket book. He was gonna write her a ticket.
"Wait," Katie said. "Isn't there some way to pay for this other than money? I can't pay the $150."
The cop paused for a moment. Then he put away his ticket book. "What did you have in mind?"
"Anything. I'll do anything," Katie said. Maybe he'd let her do community service or something.
The cop smiled. "Okay, how about you give me a blowjob?"
"Excuse me?" she asked, stunned. That's not what she meant.
"I saw how you were looking at me," he said. "So how about it?"
Katie sat back in her seat, wondering what to do. Normally, she'd take the ticket and threaten to report the cop's conduct. But right now, she was not in her normal state-of-mind. She was actually considering taking the cop up on his offer. It disgusted her to have these thoughts and desires, but she couldn't just ignore her need. And every minute that passed, the need grew more and more. Could she wait until she got home? And what if her husband was late getting home today? Could she wait until he got there? She turned and looked at the bulge in the cop's pants again. It was bigger! And that actually excited her. She was turning him on.
She turned away quickly. What was she thinking? Was she actually going to go through with this? What if someone found out?
Her head slowly turned back towards the cop. What if she couldn't quench her desire? That question seemed more important. She needed to make a decision. Stay or go?
"Well?" the cop asked.
