Cop Tease 01 – Roadside Service by Unbearable_Desire

Cop Tease 01 – Roadside Service by Unbearable_Desire

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Blue lights flashed in the rear view mirror as I sat in my car, my bladder deciding whether or not to betray me.

No no no no… This couldn’t be happening.

The cop had followed me for a few minutes before putting on his lights. Turning down a dark lane between some industrial units, I had expected him to drive on.

When he followed my turn, my heart dropped.

Fuuuuuuuck!

My fingers rapped on the steering wheel as I considered my options.

If he searched the car, I was screwed. I had about 30 pounds of weed in the trunk, enough to land me in prison for most of my 20s.

Please, please God no.

The thought alone of jail time was enough to make me feel sick.

A tall policeman approached the driver’s side. He didn’t appear to have a partner in his car. I waited as he took out his flashlight and pointed it at my face.

“Window,” he yelled.

I lowered the window and tried to look up at the officer, though struggled under the glare of his light.

“Evening officer,” I said as calmly as I could. If it was a traffic stop, I reasoned he likely wouldn’t search the vehicle.

“My name is Officer Ridley. Go ahead and turn off the ignition for me.” I did as he ordered. “Now, keep both hands on the steering wheel… That’s it… You know why I stopped you?” he asked, his torchlight flicking to the backseat of the car momentarily. Luckily there was nothing of interest on display.

“Uh, no. Pretty sure I was under the speed limit,” I responded evenly. I knew full well I hadn’t broken any traffic laws. Having a healthy paranoia, I always drove inconspicuously when picking up product.

“License and registration.”

“Sure thing.”

As he looked at my driver’s license, I saw his face for the first time. He was surprisingly young, probably 5 years older than me.

“Mr. Lambert, I’m gonna need you to step out of the car for me.”

Oh shit.

“Can I ask why?” My mouth was dry.

It was only then that I noticed the policeman’s hand hovering close to his holster.

“Sure. We got a report of a blue sedan leaving a known drug dealer’s residence over on Franklin.”

FUUUUUUUCK!!!

“Well, I’m just on my way home from my girlfriend’s house, officer,” I said weakly.

“Hmm.” A ghost of a smile crossed Officer Ridley’s face. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. “Is that weed I smell?”

We both knew he was lying, but I suspect we both also knew he had me by the balls.

“Out of the car, please.” His tone was steady. It wasn’t a question.

Thinking desperately for any excuse to delay the inevitable, slowly undid my seat belt.

I heard the soft click of his holster strap.

It appeared I was shit out of luck.

“Ok, no probs.” My hands were clammy as I opened the door and stepped out. He ordered me against the rear of the car and put me in handcuffs before telling me he was going to search my vehicle. Before doing so he sat me in the backseat of his cruiser as my mind raced in a dozen directions.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

But it was. And I had no fucking idea what to do.

It was as close to a nightmare as I could imagine.

I watched in silent horror as he patiently searched my car, his hands exploring all of the usual hiding places that a criminal might make use of, searching for hidden compartments and under car seats. When he popped the trunk, a coldness spread across my skin. He opened the black backpack inside and I could swear I saw him chuckle.

Motherfucker.

I realized then that I still had my phone in my pocket. With some difficulty, I managed to fish it out, and drop it beside me on the backseat.

Now what?

Jesus… who the fuck could I even call?

My friends couldn’t help me with this. And I didn’t know any lawyers. There was no way in hell I was calling Nate…

There was only one call that might actually help me, but I dreaded it more than anything.

My parents were going to fucking freak when they found out what I had been up to.

Still…

… there was no one else.

I unlocked the phone and with some difficulty, I dialed my Mom.

“Hi honey!” my Mom said cheerfully.

I gulped.

“Hi Mom,” I replied, dread feeling like a lead weight in my stomach.

“I thought you’d be out with your friends on a Friday night. Everything ok?” she asked.

Fuck. Here goes nothing.

“Uhhhhhhh… not really.”

“Oh?” Instantly I could hear concern in her voice. “What’s going on?”

“Mom… you are going to kill me…”

I spoke rapidly, telling her about how I had started selling weed in high school, that I had never had a summer job, how I had been able to afford all of the designer clothes I wore, my new car, and the expensive gifts I bought for friends and family.

When I finally told her I had been pulled over with drugs in the trunk, and was in the back of a cop car, I knew she was completely disgusted by my actions.

There was silence for some time. A minor eternity.

“I… I can’t fucking believe you did this, Mason,” she said in a low tone. I could only imagine the disappointment she must have felt. I could picture her shaking her head softly, tears forming in her eyes. “Your father is going to lose his goddamn mind… Jesus Christ! How could you be so fucking stupid!?!”

In my shame, I couldn’t respond.

My Mom sighed heavily.

“Where are you now?” she asked finally.

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Officer Ridley sat behind the steering wheel, tossing my backpack onto the seat beside him.

“Well, well… you got a couple of options here, Mr. Lambert. To start, I’d recommend not lying to me.”

I didn’t speak. The only way this situation could get worse was if I opened my mouth about Nate. Going to prison was one thing, but being labeled a rat would be way worse.

“Pretty sure I know where you picked this up. You work with us, maybe you don’t go to jail tonight. Maybe you don’t go to big-boy prison.” I could see the barely concealed grin on one side of his mouth as he spoke. He was enjoying this a little more than he should. My throat felt tight as I imagined going to jail, or worse, to prison.

Again I didn’t reply.

“Nothing, huh? Well, I guess suit yourself, tough guy. You’ll be wishing you’d played ball in a couple of months. Right now, you are under arrest for possession with intent to distribute a Schedule III controlled substance. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”

My throat was burning.

“… Yeah.”

Just then, a pair of headlights appeared behind us, my Mom’s blue Tesla swinging into the alleyway.

“And who the fuck is that?” Officer Ridley asked coldly. “Friend of yours?” He unclipped his gun, and drew it from his holster. He stepped out of his car, and took cover behind the door, raising his gun to the oncoming driver.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! That’s my Mom, dude!” I yelled in a panic.

The policeman didn’t respond at all, his gun level and steady. “STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE!”

My Mom wearing a baggy white hoodie and jeans stepped out of the Tesla, her arms raised over her head.

“Whoa Officer, that’s my son in there!” she yelled back. “I just want to make sure he’s ok.”

Ridley turned to me and in a quiet tone said “You called your Mom, dude?” His laughter made me dislike him even more. He lowered his gun and turned back to my mother. “Ma’am, your son has been arrested. I will be bringing him to Bartlett for processing, you can follow me there.”

My Mom took a tentative step forward, lacing her fingers together as she pleaded for a modicum of grace. “I’m Rina, Rina Lambert. Please Officer, can I just see him? Just for a second.”

“Mrs. Lambert, this is an active crime scene. If you interfere, I guarantee you will be arrested too.”

“Ok, ok. Can you please just tell me what’s going on?” My Mom was stalling for time.

Ridley holstered his pistol and walked towards my mother. Looking out through the back window of the squad car, I watched as she walked back to her vehicle and the two spoke. I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

My Mom was a quiet, pleasant 42 year old Japanese woman. Her family had moved to the US when she was a teen. My parents met in college, and they had me soon after graduation. She was still a beauty at her age, and from my teens onward I noticed (to my displeasure) a lot of lecherous glances towards her wherever we went. Her clear skin, warm smile, silky black hair, and sensually curved body simply commanded attention… and not just from men.

From her body language, I could tell my Mom was doing her best to charm Officer Ridley, but it didn’t seem to be working. Her head was tilted to the side as she spoke, she smiled at him, and one hand rested lightly on her hip. Though they seemed to share a joke or two, he kept shaking his head when she asked questions.

Thanks for the effort Mom, I thought.

It seemed like I needed a miracle.

Ridley turned back towards his car. I looked at my Mom and our eyes met. I saw desperation there… undoubtedly mirroring mine.

She bit her bottom lip.

As I watched, my Mom pulled her hoodie over her head. She was wearing a simple black vest underneath, one which showed off her large breasts.

“Umm, Officer Ridley?” she called out.

He turned, half prepared to berate her, but paused when he saw her standing there with ample cleavage now showing.

“Just one more thing…”

He slowly returned to my Mom’s car. I watched as they chatted, my Mom smiling at him, flashing her pearly white teeth, her eyes wide and inviting. Leaning against her door, it appeared Ridley’s interest was piqued.

What the fuck was going on? Was she flirting with him to get me off?

I mean, I guess I didn’t mind as long as it worked. But still, I’d never seen that side of her before, and I certainly didn’t like seeing it with a man who wasn’t my Dad!

She opened the driver’s door, swung her legs out the door, and sat sideways in the Tesla. Ridley rested one arm over the window as he leaned down to speak with her.

His eyes turned to me then, a ghost of a smile on his face. His expression made me uneasy. He looked past me, scanning the alleyway on both sides, before turning back to my Mom.