Kammie managed to get the right side of her bra in place without revealing more than she would if she were in a swimsuit. She held the right side in place with her left hand. Now was the tricky part. She would have to reach across with her right hand to adjust the left side and she only had one hand free.
She glanced up and the cop was watching intently. As she reached inside her blouse, the material started pushing away to the side. Kammie watched as more and more of her pale breast was exposed. Her areola came into view, then her entire left nipple popped free. It was erect and she heard the deputy breathe in when he saw it. Both her arms were under her breasts and as she wiggled to get ahold of the left cup of her bra. Kammie arched her back and this made her exposed nipple rise and point up at the deputy. His hand was on the door of the car, only inches from her naked breast.
Kammie managed to get ahold of the left cup and promptly covered her bare breast. She adjusted herself slightly and fastened the clasp closed. She began to button her top when the deputy spoke up.
“I’ll still need to see your license.” he said.
“Are you still going to write me a ticket? I thought you understood.” she asked.
“Ma’am are you trying to use your female charms to get out of a ticket?” he asked back.
Kammie looked at him with fake shock, “My ‘female charms’…what does that mean?”
The deputy answered bluntly, “Your tits.”
Kammie then noticed the bulge in the deputy’s pants. She decided to double down. “I’m sorry if what just happened offended you and seeing my ‘charms’ upset you, but I had to fix my bra.”
“I only saw one of them.” he said with a smirk.
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. They were both excited and they both knew it.
“If I show you both of them, will you let me go?” she asked.
The deputy pushed for more, “Can you move over to the passenger side seat?” he instructed.
As Kammie slid across the center console as she was told, the deputy walked around to the passenger door. She did not like the way this situation was going. The deputy still had the upper hand and the power. There was no guarantee if she showed herself to him, he would not still write her a ticket. The cop opened the passenger door. Kammie turned sideways in the seat and put her feet on the ground outside. They stared at each other.
“How do I know you aren’t going to give me a ticket?” she asked.
Before he could answer, the radio on his belt called him, “Unit 8 is everything 10-4?”
He looked at Kammie as he answered his radio, “Yeah 10-4, I am out with a motorist that’s just lost. No citation will be issued. I’m going to give her directions. Unit 8 out.”
“There you go,” he said, “it’s on record now that you won’t be given a ticket. You could just drive away if you wanted and there’d not be damn thing I could do about it.”
Kammie sat there for a second and considered what he’d just said. She was off the hook but she had implied she’d reward the deputy earlier. Kammie considered driving off. She did not really feel obligated but she actually wanted to reward him.