Rugged Redemption

The police lights in my rear view lit up the night for a second night in a row. Once is an accident. Twice is on purpose. I hadn’t been speeding – too badly. I double checked my speedometer through the broken plastic of the old civic I was driving. Wasn’t mine, I had ‘borrowed’ it from an old boyfriend. Maybe he had finally reported it. Or maybe it was just my s**t luck. And I had been trying to be good. I had always been the stupid one. The troubled one. The bad child. Those labels had hurt me once. By now, I had grown skin thick enough to bury any insult thrown my way. “License and registration.” The same officer, his name badge reading Decker, from last night poked his smarmy head into my rolled down window. I put on a sweet smile and fluttered my lashes. That had worked last night. “I don’t have any, sorry forgot them at work.” I shrugged and brought finger to his chest, lightly drawing it from his collar, down the buttons to the top of the window. “You sure are forgetful.” His toothy grin was too wide for my terrible attempt at being flirtatious. “My mama always said I would just lose my head if it wasn’t attached.” I cringed a little at the twang my voice picked up. The officer didn’t seem to mind. He pulled down his stupid sunglasses and gave me a wink. “Problem is miss,” He grew serious after a second longer of the forced flirty. “I have a bolo out for this car. Seems someone thinks it isn’t yours.” s**t! That lowlife, abusive, SOB! He had reported it. I had a split-second decision to make on how to handle this and neither choice guaranteed me anything good in the end. Since time was not on my side I continued with the flirtatious airhead. It was easier in the end. “No!” I said in mock surprise, slapping my cheek for effect. “How is that possible.” “That is what I was thinking. But since you don’t have any documentation to prove it is yours, I am going to have to ask you to exit the vehicle.” He stood up and placed his big hand possessively on the door. My fake smile broke, and I willed convincing tears to swim in my eyes. I was mostly a numb shell of a human, but I still had a few memories that I could call on to bring that emotion on when needed. Like when I was seven and my mom left us. The screen door hanging ajar as she ran out and jumped into her new beau’s car. The fear and betrayal that almost smothered my tiny frame. I screamed for her until the sun set and my older sister carried me to bed exhausted. Our good for nothing dad passed out from another binge. An uncomfortable feeling of helplessness spilled out of my chest and up my throat burning as it went. I felt a splash on my cheek, my vision blurring as I opened the door and complied. They were angry tears, but with enough quivering of my bottom lip it was possible to convince him. Sure enough, his mouth curved downward at the sight of my shivering, quivering, tear producing self. What are you going to do with that Mr. Officer? Apparently, nothing f*****g good. Oh, my shitty luck, when was I going to catch a break? The cruiser headlights cast long shadows of us into the night. How was it possible there was not a single car on this road right now? He had me right where he wanted me. Manhandling me he pushed me up against the car, bringing my head down to the roof he spread my legs and brought my hands behind my head. I could smell the coffee on his breath as he pressed into me from behind, his breath on my cheek. “The way I see it miss; you have two choices.” His voice low and confident. “We can work out an agreement here and I can send you on your way, report finding this stolen car as an abandoned vehicle. Or I can take you down to county, book you for felony theft of a motor vehicle and you can spend some time thinking over your poor life choices. Your record says it's clean, but I wonder, is it really?” He pulled away, giving me the illusion of a choice. I dropped the ditzy act and clenched my jaw. I could get out of this sans a vehicle and my pride or I could keep what little pride I had left and visit the county holding. Seeing as I wasn’t too keen on my adult record being sullied, I really only had one choice. He knew it. “What kind of agreement?” I chanced a look back at his face and wished I hadn’t. His glasses were off, lecherous eyes taking their sweet time to roam over my body. I turned to look back over the car. “Oh, I am sure we can come to some sort of mutually beneficial solution.” He put his hands on my hands, pretending to frisk me as he fondled my ass and then moved down between my legs. My waitress uniform's skirt making it all the easier for him to access what he was after. “Now, Officer. I am only interested in giving you some benefit. I don’t care much for receiving anything mutual - if you catch my drift.” Acting like he had suddenly gone deaf, his fingers pulled down my panties and found their mark. Parting my folds, I jumped and tried to move out of his reach. “Hey, I never formally agreed. Stop that.” Ignoring me, he pressed against me with his body, pinning me to the car. Then he resumed his exploration of my slit. Teasing my clit and then my opening until I was moistened enough for his liking. His body left mine and I thought about running into the dark. My chances weren’t good. Then I would probably get raped and hauled into county. I heard his zipper and tensed as he pressed against me once more. “I am a gentleman miss; I would never leave a woman hanging.” He growled in my ear. “So just be a good b***h and take it.” With that he pressed his hard length against my moistened opening. “Wait a minute. I don’t agree to this. Take me in for theft.” The tip of his d**k pressed forward and began parting my folds. “Nah, too late. You need to take responsibility for your actions.” With another growl he pressed his hardened rod into the hilt. I gasped at the invasion and cried out. He took it as encouragement and began roughly thrusting with his full weight behind it. The motion began to rock the car, it's old suspension creaking with every thrust. Rutting like a man possesed, he grabbed my hips and raised my ass higher for better access. I held on and tried not to fall as I rode him out, praying to whoever might be listening that he would be prove to be more of one pump chump and less a stamina stallion. My p***y was slick with the stimulation and my traitorous core was beginning to tighten, preparing for release. I needed him to finish before I bore that shame as well. Someone up above must have heard because no sooner had I finished my prayer then he pulled out and shot his load all over my ass. Then he gave each cheek two slaps, leaving my rear stinging and sore. He pulled my skirt down covering the disgrace. Miraculously, I was now free of his touch. “Get your things and get out of here before I change my mind.” He had replaced his glasses and zipped up by the time I had detached myself from the car and found the courage to face him. I nodded; head bowed and returned to the car for what I could salvage. There really wasn’t much in it. Some snacks, a change of clothes, a charger, some books. I stuffed what I could into my purse. Grabbed the change out of the ashtray and then took a moment to decide which way to go. Back towards the restaurant or home? Which was closer? Safer? “Get moving, unless this is your way of asking for a round two.” He sneered, pleased with himself. I wanted nothing more than to wipe the floor with his face. “No sir.” I decided then, that whichever way I went would definitely be better than staying around for another round. I had had enough of that to last a lifetime. I began to walk in the direction of home. Without a car, I was going to have to quit my job. And without my job I was going to lose the income I had been saving to get the hell out of dodge. I needed to get away from here. Away from this godforsaken town. Screwup Idiot Slut Troublemaker Loser As the dark night swallowed me up, my gait unsteady, I pushed through the discomfort between my legs. Those damn labels attacked again with freshly sharpened edges that cut deeply. And though my skin was thicker now than when I had first heard them, they still hurt. They always hurt.