The bright light blinded my eyes when it flashed. *Well….. I guess that’s* [my mugshot.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/g9m0qf/it_kind_of_looks_like_a_filthy_mugshot_when_i/) I reached for my zipper to start buttoning up my pants while the clerk reviewed the image he had just taken. Before I could pull my shirt down a thought slowly crept through my inebriated mind.
“Hey Paul? Drinking always makes me a little bit horny, if some titties could get this reduced….. what would we have to do to get this dropped?”
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The house party was going well, until some of my boyfriend’s asshole coworkers showed up. This was supposed to be a fairly small party, just a couple of friends. I guess word got out on his jobsite that he was having people over, and before you know it, the whole crew is in my house. Great. I don’t mind a couple extra people but they never bring anything, and they drink a LOT. So here I am walking to my car, slightly buzzed and frustrated that I drew the short straw for a beer run.
I was only a mile or two down the road before cop lights snapped me back to reality. “Oh FUCK!” I said to myself as I pulled to the shoulder. *Soberface. Put on your soberface and you’ll be fine. He has no clue you’ve had anything to drink.*
“License and registration please Ma’am.” And as fumbled through the glove box he continued with questions. “Where you headed tonight?” I made some bullshit excuse about going to the store for flour, not realizing that most women my age don’t make scones on a friday night at 11:30pm.
Of course he didn’t buy it. Before I knew it I was breathing into a tube and in the back of a cop cruiser. Once booked the officer said they called my boyfriend, but no one answered. *Fuck him!* I thought as a wallowed in the drunk tank. Not long after being in there someone came to get me to escort me in for booking information. They took basic information and fingerprints. The jail clerk, Paul as he introduced himself, made more conversation with me than he had the previous person, and carried an air of awkwardness when he got close to me. I understand the effect I have on men. I find that I’m just curvy enough to give a sexy flair to the “girl next door” stereotype. So I started a conversation with him. I feigned embarrassment at the predicament I found myself in, and gave a couple flirty side glances.
“Paul, you seem nice, isn’t there anything you can do to help someone out?” I asked. And it worked. Paul gave a cautious glance down the office hall came to sit down next to me.
“You know, I’m a really shitty clerk, but I’m a great photographer. Sometimes I capture really great photos, and sometimes….. people’s charges don’t get written down correctly.” He led with a shy smile. Come step over here and we’ll get this taken care of. I stood in front of the camera and he gave me instructions for a typical mugshot. After the first two snaps he swapped cameras and gave a quick blush and said “Show me what you can do to make this photo a little more….. fun.”
I took stock of what I had to work with. I just had on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, nothing too sexy as I was just going to the store and back. I did have on a sexy little cheeky thong I wore today, hoping that when everyone went home I might be able to tease my boyfriend with it. I slowly reached down to unbutton my jeans and looked right at his camera as I went. I unzipped slowly as the camera shutter fluttered with pictures. I pulled one side of my jeans down showing my hip and lacy strap. I could see the effect I had on Paul, and he started slowly talking to me while I was posing, offering directions. His breathing picked up, and I think I can even now see a little bulge in his officer uniform pants. Maybe I was staring at his dick anyways.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9uesu/i_fucked_my_way_out_of_a_ticket_with_a_mugshot_mf
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