John was in a bar in Atlantic City, New Jersey with Randy, Adam, and Ron. They were going light on the drinks since they were too wrapped up in an argument over who had the fastest car. The only thing louder than their argument was the music, which is why no one could hear their argument. It's a wonder how they went from celebrating the money they made from an investment deal to this.

"My Bugatti is the fastest car of all. Why is this even an argument?" John said.

"Umm, sure and my Ferrari is a turtle," Adam said sarcastically.

"It is, compared to my McLaren F1," Ron said, nudging Adam in the elbow.

"We all know your little cars will be sucking in the tar of the street because of my Jaguar," Randy said with confidence.

"You seem a little too confident Randy," John said, "Lay down the challenge."

"We'll settle this Fast and the Furious style," Randy replied.

"An illegal street race?" Adam asked with a raised eyebrow, "I'm not sure. We could get in some serious trouble.

"Quit being such a pussy Adam. If your Ferrari is as fast as you claim it to be, you should have no problem dodging the cops," Ron challenged.

"That and you could claim diplomatic immunity since you're from Canada and all," John joked and they all started laughing.

"Come on, guys seriously," Adam started, "We're all executives of a huge marketing firm. We finally got that deal in Russia that we've been longing for and you're just gonna risk it over a stupid little disagreement?"

"No," Ron said, "We're risking it for a little fun. So, Adam, are you in or are you out?"

Adam sighed, "I'm in. Let's hope that there are no cops around at this time of night."

"Ron has more to worry about than you," Randy teased, "No offense."

Ron raised his hands up, "None taken. Let's get this race started."

"Wait," John said, "How do we start?"

They all thought about it before Randy finally spoke up, "We'll start when the light turns green. Whichever car gets to the traffic light first gets a little head start. We race to the Hilton hotel in New York City." John, Adam, and Ron nodded their heads in agreement.

Randy got in his Jaguar, John got in his Bugatti, Ron got in his McLaren F1, and Adam got in his Ferrari. Randy and John were the first to make it to the traffic light. John got distracted by some passing females and he honked his horn at them. They smiled and waved at him as they got across the street. John was so busy looking at them that he didn't notice the light changed and Ron, Adam, and Randy were long gone.

"Shit!" John exclaimed aloud. John pushed his foot down on the gas and sped off in an attempt to catch up.

By the time John got on the highway, he caught sight of Randy and Ron's cars. "Gotcha!" he said. All of a sudden, John heard a cop siren in the distance. He ignored it until he saw the cop car in his mirror.

"Fuck, why now?" John shouted. Instead of getting involved in a high speed chase, John just pulled over on the side of the highway. He laid back in his car waiting for the officer to come up and write him a ticket.

"License and registration, sir," the female officer said. John looked at her with complete lust in his blue eyes. She had an adorable face with big brown eyes and such kissable lips.

"Please, call me John officer…"

"Mickie James. Sir, I'd really appreciate if you stop flirting and show me your license and registration," Mickie said sternly. She couldn't help but notice his dimpled smile and piercing blue eyes.

John handed Mickie his license and registration and watched her as she walked away. She may have been wearing cop pants, but her ass was still noticeable. John admired the view of it while he squeezed the hard on in his pants. John watched as Mickie walked back over to him with the ticket in his hands. Against his better judgment, John got out the car. Mickie went for her gun, but John held up his hands in surrender.

"I'm not trying to cause trouble, beautiful," John replied and grabbed Mickie by her hips, "I just wanna get to know you Officer James."

Mickie put her hands on John's chest to push him away, "I don't mix business with pleasure. Besides, if we do sleep together, I'm not removing that ticket."

"I don't have a problem with paying the money. I just want to talk with you." John grabbed Mickie's hips again and pulled her right on top of his hard on. He leaned in to kiss her pouty lips and she didn't offer up any arguments. Mickie wondered if she would lose her job, but didn't really care.

"How about we go back to Atlantic City and get a hotel room. I've always wondered what it was like to be handcuffed to a bed," he whispered in her ear.

"Get your ass in your car and meet at the hotel in 15 minutes," she said sternly, poking him in the chest with her nightstick. John watched as Mickie went back to her cop car, but not before he gave her ass a smack. When Mickie turned around and licked her lips, he thought he would cum in his jeans.

John made a U-turn and sped back to the Borgota Hotel in Atlantic City. When he got to the hotel, he got a room and waited patiently for Officer Mickie James. John about jumped when he heard a loud knock on the door and calmed down when he saw Mickie was the door. She was leaning against the door with the handcuffs dangling from her index finger.

"Please come in," John said with a smile.

Mickie pushed John aside and tongued him down. John cupped her ass in his hands and she moaned in his mouth. He lifted her up and they stood at the edge of the bed, continuing to kiss each other. Mickie forcefully pushed John's shirt off of his body. Due to her small frame, Mickie had to tip-toe to kiss John's neck and all over his broad chest.

"Mrs. Officer…," John moaned silently.

Mickie forcefully pulled on the belt of John's baggy jeans and unbuckled them. She pulled the jeans and John's boxer down and he stepped out of them. She forcefully turned John around so that his back was facing her.

"Your ass isn't too bad either," Mickie said before she pushed him forward, "Now get on the bed and lift your arms up." Mickie took the key to the handcuffs out of her pocket and placed it on the table by the bed. She straddled on top of John and handcuffed his hands to the bed post.

"You have the right to remain silent," Mickie said in her cop voice, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

"Open up your shirt so I could suck on those tits," John demanded, baiting her.

Mickie had a seductive gleam in her eyes and did what John asked. She ripped her police shirt open and pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts. She leaned over John's head as he stuck his tongue out to lick her nipples. He lifted his head up a little more to take Mickie's whole breasts in her mouth. Mickie moaned out as John alternated between both of her breasts.

"You're a crooked cop, aren't you?" John asked slyly.

"Aren't we all?" Mickie replied as she kissed John on his lips.

She stayed on his lap, but turned around so that her ass was in his face. Her hand went to John's throbbing erection and she began to stroke it. She got the pre-cum to come out and she licked her tongue all around it. Mickie laughed at the sound of John's frantic panting. What made it better was that there was nothing he could do about it.

"Mrs. Officer….," John moaned, "Please, I don't think I could take any more teasing."

Mickie got off his lap and stood next to the bed as John stared at her. She got fully undressed and straddled back on John's lap. She moved so that she was sitting right on top of his face and he began to lick her clit.

"Oh…John…right there," Mickie moaned. She kept grinding her ass into his face as he continued to lick on her clit.

Mickie was too small to go pass John's chest, so she just kissed every open part of it. She ran her tongue all over his abs and kissed them lightly.

"Oh…fuck…I'm gonna cum," she moaned and John started licking and sucking faster. When Mickie finally had her orgasm, John licked up all the juices in his mouth.

Mickie started moving her way down John's chest before she reached his dick. Instead of just licking the head like before, she took the whole thing in her mouth and began sucking slowly. John was pulling on the handcuffs, trying to free his hands, but to no avail. If his hands were free, he would push Mickie's head down, so she would deep throat him. As if she heard his thoughts, Mickie took more of John in her mouth until all of him was in. Instead of bobbing up and down, she held her head still and let her tongue to do all the work. Much to the disappointment of John, she pulled him out of her mouth.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

Mickie looked him in the eyes and she almost died of laughter. She turned her body to face him before she slid down onto his dick. Almost immediately, she moaned loudly. She looked at John's face as she bounced up and down on his dick. It looked like a combination of torture and pleasure.

"Damn, you're tight," he said through gritted teeth. He wish he could grab onto her hips so she would go faster. Mickie's orgasm shot through her like a wave and all over John's dick. She leaned across his body and grabbed the key. Just like he wanted, she unchained him and his hands were now free.

John used the opportunity prop his knees up on the bed and enter Mickie from behind. He had a firm grip on her hips and occasionally would give her ass a smack. When he felt himself getting close, he tightened the grip on her hips and went faster.

"John!" Mickie moaned out as a third orgasm shook her body. He continued moving until he got his release and shot a load inside her. John leaned over Mickie and kissed her all over her shoulder. He then moved so that he was next to her and they were looking eye to eye.

"Tell me, Mickie, how often do you do this?" John asked her while rubbing his fingers through her soft brunette hair.

"Honestly?" she asked and he nodded, "First time."

John smiled and Mickie practically melted, "So when you pull guys like me over, you have no intentions of sleeping with them?"

"I've never met a guy like you," she replied as she ran her fingers through his short brown hair, "You're one in a million."

John grabbed her to pull her in for a passionate kiss, "So are you, Mrs. Officer."

A/N: The cars used in this story were on the list of fastest cars in the world for 2011-2012. Unfortunately for me, I originally read the list for most expensive when I wrote this and not fastest, so I apologize if I changed some car names around for John and Ron. Anyway, from the ranking, John would have won the race if he didn't get pulled over since Bugatti was ranked 1st. Since he did, Ron won the race since his car was ranked 5th while Randy and Adam's were both ranked 9th. Hope this clears things up!