Damn it..! I should have kept my mouth shut, why do I always do this..? When will I learn..?
I rolled my eyes, “look bitch, I don’t give a flying fuck about you, the manager, or anybody else in this fucking piece of shit restaurant.” I was getting loud now, “I paid for my shit, I put up with your shit, and quite frankly this place is SHIT..!” “Mara, please calm down. She’s only a waitress,” Monica said. It had started as a fun girl’s night out; Reyna, Diana, Monica, and me. The plan was --- catch an early movie (which we did), get some dinner (did that also), and go dancing (we never made it.) I’ve always been a little too opinionated, and loud. Sadly I usually don’t give a fuck whose feelings get hurt, and to be honest I need to change I’m well aware of that… My flirty smile and good looks have gotten me out of serious trouble before, but I know it won’t always be like this. “Ma’am if you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to call the cops” the waitress hollered. I laughed “Call them bitch! Go ahead call them!” I threw my hands up in the air, almost daring her to do it. “I’m out this bitch, girl you know I’m on probation.” Monica looked worried. “Cula (pussy)” screamed Reyna. “Ay Reyna that’s not fair, she’s on probation, and I can’t get in trouble my dad will kill me!” Diana chimed in. I threw my hands up in the air again, and then placed my hands on my waist. “So that’s that then bitches? Go on then git, fuck you guys! Go!” My head was shaking from side to side; I must have looked like a bobble head. Monica and Diana made their way out of the restaurant leaving Reyna and me inside, still talking shit to anyone who even looked our way; daring them to step up to us. A couple of minutes later, two officers came into the restaurant; one African American, the other Hispanic. I’ve always been a sucker for a man in uniform, and this wasn’t going to be the exception. “What seems to be the problem ma’am?” The African American cop asked the hostess. The whispered to each other for a while, while the Hispanic cop talked on his radio. The cops came over and separated us. The African American took Reyna outside, and the Hispanic took me over to the bar area. “What’s your name ma’am?” He asked. “Ziomara” I replied. “Ok Ziomara, what seems to be the problem?” He smiled. “Well, you see, what had happened was. We was eating, and then we drank, but just a little bit. Then that bitch was all you know up in my face. I wasn’t going to take that shit, then…” I started crying “I know she told you everything, but she’s lying. I hate her!” I was sobbing now. “Please calm down ma’am” He smiled again “I need you to calm down, and repeat your statement. I didn’t quite understand.” I just looked up at him and wiped my eyes. He was standing tall in front of me, at least 5’11, 200lbs, muscular build, short black hair, big blue/gray eyes, thick juicy lips, and a beautiful set of teeth. He was gorgeous! I felt like a fool, I was drunk, crying, my hair was a mess, my mascara was running, I was a hot mess. “I’m sorry Ziomara but I’m going to have to take you in for public intoxication. Place your hands behind your back. You are under arrest, anything you say can and will be….” He whispered my Miranda rights in my ear and sent shivers down my spine. I said nothing, what could I say? He was right. Shit I was scared, my dad was going to trip. I would never hear the end of it… We walked out of there; he was standing behind me, holding me by the handcuffs. I caught a glimpse of Reyna fighting with the other officer as he tried to push her inside his car. I couldn’t help but laugh, that crazy bitch! We reached his Yukon, and then I felt it … his hand traced my ass all the way down to my crotch, as he pushed me up. Now I know my tiny black dress didn’t leave much to the imagination it was only long enough to cover my big bubbly ass. Come to think of it, I think my dress is really a blouse, but I’m tiny I can pull it off. I looked back at him in disbelief, and then I lost my balance. Unable to hold on to anything I fell backwards, he caught me midair. “Are you ok Ziomara?” he asked “Seems that these stilettos are a little high for you.” He laughed. “NO, officer the problem is not my shoes. You grabbed my ass fucker!” I yelled. He ignored me and pushed me back up into the truck. I sat down and he reached in and tugged at the seat belt. Gently rubbing my breast with his forearm, my nipples instantly became erect. He finally got the seat belt loose and pulled it around me, his face close to mine. He smelled so good, his breath so fresh. Mmm I wanted him. I felt my pussy getting wet. “So, Ziomara… You ever been arrested?” “NO!” “I find that hard to believe sweetie, you are a feisty one!” He was smiling; the fucker was trying to be cute. He has me handcuffed in the back of his Yukon, he was taking me to jail, and he had fondled me. Yet he thought he was being cute… Well actually he was. I couldn’t help but smile back and blush a little. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that this guy was gorgeous and in uniform; but I was horny! “Ziomara how old are you?” He asked. “Uhmm old enough…” I realized he hadn’t asked me for ID. “Old enough to do what honey --- smoke or drink?” He grinned. “Both.” I replied in my best bratty attitude. “Ok, hon just relax.” He was looking at me through the rear view mirror. He went for his radio and pushed it to talk to the operator. He said a bunch of stuff, mostly gibberish to me; I do remember the last part though he sad “I’ll be back on in about an hour, please mark it as a 10-7B” “Ziomara, since you’ve never been arrested… and I certainly don’t want to tarnish your good record” he looked back at me with lustful look in his eye “I have a proposition for you.” I didn’t answer; I just kept looking at him.