Punishment.

*** My friend and I were driving home from the stores after another shopping trip. Great mood, music blasting in the car. Yulia asked to drive. I suggested we go to a vacant lot first to practice. For about 20 minutes she got used to being behind the wheel. Yulia pulled out onto the road and almost caused an accident.

"Yulia, you idiot!" — I tried to stop her.

And only when we ended up next to a traffic police car did I remember that she doesn't have a license. Cursing myself and her, I got out as the officer demanded.

*** The workday was boring, I need to leave the office. I'll check on my "chicks," see how they're working. A great excuse to go for a drive,

and also to fuck with the young guys' heads. They keep demanding bonuses but are too lazy to work. Who's on duty in this sector today? The new guys. Excellent. I'll give them hell. They stopped some car. Good job. I walk over. So, what's here... Two women. About the same age. A young officer approaches me.

"Sir Inspector, permission to report!"

"Report."

Good upbringing. Discipline. So far, so good.

"Here. The car is registered to the husband, the wife has a license, but another woman was driving, without a license."

"Well, let the one with the license write an explanatory statement, issue the fine to the car owner. Get to work."

"Sir... There's a situation."

Hmm... Here we go... I understand something's wrong. I take him aside while the other one deals with them.

"It wasn't recorded. The dash cams weren't on."

"What about the body cams?"

"They forgot to turn them on."

He saw I wanted to incinerate him with my gaze. Deep breath.

"Fucking slackers!!!" — through gritted teeth.

The guy even seemed to shrink. I walk over to the other one, not showing anything. I read the documents. Aha... So-and-so... I look up. A familiar face. I read the name. Fuck... My dick even twitched. A classmate. Olya. Just a different last name. Did she recognize me? Unlikely. I've filled out, athletic build. I keep myself in shape, despite the position. And damn, she's become so fucking hot. I used to jerk off to her at night as a teenager, and now she's just a total babe. She stood me up at the prom, the bitch. Just teased me.

"Alright! The car to the impound, fine for the husband, we're confiscating her license."

So... Actually, what are the fines for this? I've already forgotten myself. Slacker. And I'm yelling at the rookies. Well, I can.

*** I'm cursing myself for giving in to my friend. Why the hell did I let her drive, and on the highway at that... I'm an idiot myself. I'll have to figure a way out somehow. We're sitting in the car, waiting for the cops' decision. Damn, he's coming... Need to play the dumb girl... Damn, that's basically what I am anyway.

"Yulia, I'll do the talking. You just bat your eyes stupidly and smile." The young officer who stopped us approaches the car, asks us to get out. I get out.

"Excuse me. You'll let us go without any trouble, right?" — I smiled and ran my finger along the collar of his shirt.

He lays out the situation. A man in uniform appears. I look at his epaulettes and understand I won't get out of this easily.

"Excuse me" — I swallowed — "May I ask you something?" — I addressed the man with the epaulettes — "Is it really that bad?" — I try to frown cutely and look pitifully into his eyes.

*** "Young lady. You understand yourself how many rules you broke."

"I understand."

"Alright then, continue your patrol, I'll go sort this out" — I commanded the guys.

"Yes, sir!"

"Let's go to the station, we'll figure out what to do with you" — I said to the girl.

"What about the car? And my friend?" — she asks.

I stood there, thought.

"Alright, follow me. Just no funny business."

*** I got back in the car.

"Well? Did we get off?" — asks Yulia.

"Still unknown. We're going to the station, they'll sort it out there. Or rather, they'll sort out what to do with me. Damn, his facial features are so familiar..."

"What? You know him?"

"Feels like it. Can't remember..."

We arrived at the station. I got out of the car and approached the man with the epaulettes.

*** I drove the whole way, watching in the rearview mirror. Would you look at that... So many years... So she didn't recognize me. I get out of the car.

"Come with me. Your friend should come too."

I walk towards the building, watching her.

"Comrade Inspector, let's not involve her."

"What is this, kindergarten..." — I start getting angry — "Both of you!"

*** I called Yulia with a wave of my hand, she got out. We enter the building, whose door he opened with his service chip, and head to his office.

"Have a seat. What are we going to do with you?"

"This is my first screw-up. Maybe you won't impound the car after all?"

"You, friend, were driving without training. And you allowed it, knowing it's a violation. What if there was an accident?" — he said sternly.

Why can't I remember... The face is familiar. Maybe we just crossed paths somewhere.

"Yes, we were stupid. I shouldn't have allowed it. I'll make it right, really" — I looked with pleading eyes, smiling sweetly — "Well, what do I need to do for you to forgive me?"

"Are you offering me a bribe or something?" — he laughs — "Do you really think I don't earn enough?"

"Well, what do you suggest to get around all these laws?" — a stupid thing to say, but I blurted it out.

*** I stood up, outraged. Looked at the girl. The audacity. In my office.

"And what can you offer?"

"I don't know... Do you have cameras here, listening devices?"

"Your audacity amazes me. You first talk about breaking laws and only then ask about listening devices! Well, let's assume there aren't any."

*** How bold and angry he is.

"Sorry... I didn't think."

A call comes from my husband. I look at everyone, confused.

"Hang up. You've been detained in a raid. Or answer, but you can just say that." I sighed and rejected the call. I'm going to get it from my husband. I muted my phone and put it away.

"I'm sorry. I understand, this is your job, your service... You have to work for the sake of order and discipline on the roads. But this is just one little mischief. Forgive me for it."

"This isn't a little mischief, it's several specific violations."

"Can we talk in private?" — I ask seriously now.

"Do you have something to hide from your friend? Speak in front of her."

I sighed, seeing the inspector's serious demeanor. I moved closer and quietly offered money. Stepped back.

"Well, really... Why not? I don't know any other way out of this situation."

"I really didn't think about the consequences, Comrade Inspector. It was me who talked my friend into letting me drive. Forgive us" — Yulia spoke up.

"Do you have something to negotiate with" — he looks at me, ignoring Yulia.

"Like what?"

"Is it really so hard to guess? You, Olenka, have a very beautiful body."

I instinctively pulled down my skirt, noticeably nervous. What? He's suggesting sex?

"Are you serious? That's the price? Money isn't relevant anymore?"

I looked at Yulia, she looked at me. The only thought in my head was that my husband would kill me... Literally.

"What if I do it?" — Yulia asked, looking at the floor.

"Whose car is it? Who allowed it? And for you, Yulia, this will be a lesson. A visual example of what can happen when you break the rules."

"What? Not in front of her" — that outraged me the most.

"Exactly in front of her. Why am I even bothering with you... To the impound!"

He picks up the phone. He points to the report for us to sign.

"You are free to go."

I looked at the inspector fearfully, at the report. Took the pen in my hands, was about to sign, but thought again. Nothing to be done. I'll have to.

"Alright! I agree."

I moved closer. He put the phone away. Looked at me.

"Get to it."

I walked over to the chair he was sitting in, knelt on the floor between the desk and the chair. Okay, pull yourself together. You know how to do this... Do it and it's over. Unzipped his fly, he helped pull down his pants and underwear. I see his cock, it wasn't hard yet. So I need to get it up and please him myself. Stroked it. Licked it with my tongue.

*** During all that unnecessary talk, it even went soft. But it started getting hard as soon as she touched it.

"Let your hair down."

She took the clip out of her hair, and it fell onto my legs. She licked the head of my cock, the shaft, with her tongue. Her hair kept getting in the way. It would fall on the head, or get in her mouth. She'd toss it back, getting annoyed. I found that amusing. I put her hands on my knees.

"Your hair is in my way."

"Then why did you tell me to let it down?" — she's getting pissed.

I look at Yulia.

"Come here. Best friend?"

"Yes."

"Hold her hair for her. Adjust it as needed."

Yulia hesitantly approached us and took my hair in her hands, gathering it into a ponytail. Olya continued licking the head of the cock. Took it into her mouth and started sucking.

"Yulia, careful, not too tight in a bun. She has very beautiful hair. Just adjust it."

Yulia loosened her grip on my hair, just moved it behind my shoulders.

*** I hope he likes it, finishes quickly.

"Yulia, what do you think, should she speed up? In general, guide her head, at your discretion. You'll know what it's like — to work with your head. Since you break laws without thinking."

"Yulia, do what he says" — I said to her, taking the cock out of my mouth.

Yulia put her trembling hands on my head, they moved with it... Up and down. I sped up, sucking deeper and faster. He moaned.

"Lift her skirt, and pull down her panties."

Yulia was taken aback. Took her hands off my head and stood there inactive.

"Do it, as he asks" — I told her again.

"Okay. Sorry, Olya" — she answered with a tremor in her voice.

"It's fine. Do it."

Yulia lifted my skirt up to my waist. My ass in black thongs was now in view.

"I like it when a girl is wet. Check, is your friend wet?"

I nodded to her. Let her do everything, just so he finishes faster. Yulia quickly ran her hand over my crotch over the panties and looked at him. I take his balls into my mouth with my lips and jerk his cock. Taking it deeper, sucking more actively.

"Take your hands away! I need your mouth, not your hands. Yulia, wet your friend's pussy. That's where the cock will be soon."

"What?!" — I exclaimed — "We didn't agree to that!"

*** I lightly slapped her cheek. A knock sounds on the office door. Yulia sat back down on the chair, and Olya crawled under the desk.

"Sit quietly!"

I opened the door a crack. An officer was standing there.

"No, I have violators right now. Nah, might not even go to admin proceedings. Seem understanding" — I answered him.

I close the door. Sit back in the chair.

"Where were we?"

She crawled out from under the desk, continued sucking. Yulia remained on the chair.

"Well, how long am I going to have to persuade you? Or do you want to cancel the deal? Then all your efforts are in vain."

"What should I do? I didn't quite understand" — Yulia clarifies.

"It's simple" — I smiled, enjoying my position — "Prepare your friend for sex. Saliva. Why are you so scared. You have fingers. No need to lick."

*** Yulia came closer to us. Pulled down my panties and wet her fingers with her saliva. Touched my pussy. How embarrassing... My own friend is touching my pussy. Humiliating. I'm jerking and sucking.

"How's the lubrication?" — he asked sharply, and we both flinched.

"All ready" — Yulia answered, stepping back.

"Help your friend stand up, her legs are probably numb. And to sit down."

Yulia extended her hand and helped me to my feet.

"Are you okay?" — she asks.

"Fine. Don't worry. It'll be over soon" — I answer more confidently.

"Where should she stand?" — asks Yulia.

"Let her lean on the desk with her hands. And you guide the cock into her."__