Draft Tuesday, March 2, 2021 8:49 PM
Pulled up by the police...
I have this bad habit as I call it of dressing up to either go for a drive or going to parties or clubs. I think being some kind of exhibitionist is not a help, but I might as well milk it. The only regret is what car I got pulled up in which concerns me.
I now have a sexy Audi A3 sport in a dark grey and have those sexy hugging seats and I’ve been to clubs in that car and it’s me. I love that feeling of being looked at although it could be the car or I’m hoping it’s my lovely auburn hair and red lipstick.
However, in my earlier days, I was not so car orientated and now I would not be seen dead in those earlier cars. Of course, I was strapped for cash back in those earlier days but still looked good in my slinky dresses, stockings, and heels topped off with an auburn wig, perfect makeup, and a cheeky smile.
At first, I was more into getting a photo of myself in various situations, so I had the photos on the bed, on the sofa, in the kitchen but nothing as yet outside. That had to change although I figured a night mission might be the best thing to start with to get my juices flowing. Not realising that a girl of my profile needs a sassy car but I had, wait for it, you would not believe this, I had a four-door Rover in red.
Although it was a nice car to drive although a little juicy it was a nice drive. So I got ready and waited till it was dark enough to head out toward a place I knew that was in open countryside with the occasional wooded area nearby. I knew I was near to ‘Chequers’ which is where the prime minister resides but also was not a bit concerned with the terrorist threat that was about at that time.
This meant that any police in that area were armed, heavily armed. I arrived at a wooded area to position the camera on a tripod with a self-timer to get some pictures of me outside that I could perv over later. While doing so a BMW came passed with a man in it who eyed me up. I figured I would go elsewhere to then drive off and in my rearview mirror, a pair of lights appeared.
I drove for a while and the pair of lights kept following me so I slowed down so they could pass by but they slowed down also. I then realised it was a police land rover and thought Oooo Shit! However, I simply drove off, but kept to the speed limit, and then the moment of dread came when the blue lights swirled asking me to stop.
My heart was beating like a drum as I now envisaged being handcuffed and taken to a cell for questioning. I of course stopped to be approached by a male and female police officer with machine pistols. Fortunately, I kept cool and was asked to step out of my cringe-worthy car, I did show some leg but not intentionally. I was asked to put my hands on the boot of my red Rover. I felt the cold hard machine-gun brush against me as I was searched and asked that searching question.
“Can I ask you what you were doing?” Hoping to avoid being arrested I said I was working on an art project, which I hoped would swing it. As it was a digital camera I used I had to show some of the pictures which showed me in several poses.
Thinking that I’m done, for now, the officer simply said, “I would avoid doing that kind of thing around here as there is a high alert, I recommend doing that elsewhere.
”Phew, I thought and praised the gods to get back into my car with my heart still beating like a drum. Oddly enough I did do more pictures later that evening and decided I would leave it a while before venturing out again, however, I got the pictures I was after, so all was good.
My poor car did, unfortunately, break down later that year to be eventually scrapped.
