Packing Heat

David is on a road trip that takes him through some barren backwater stretches of undifferentiated America, where speed limit signs are an annoying taunt and the perfectly straight, level roads beg for speed. It’s two in the morning and he’s doing ninety-five in a fifty, figuring that no one would be out on this stretch of road during the day, much less in the middle of the night.

He’s wrong. When he blasts by a police cruiser going almost twice the speed limit, the cop pulls out, gives chase, and pulls him over.

When a sexy lady in a tight uniform saunters up to his window to ask for his license and registration, he figures he’s got it made, but his flippant attitude lands him in the back of her cruiser in handcuffs. Once there, he notices something odd. The entire police force is female. Little does he know that they’re all packing heat, and they've been waiting for their chance to cuff a perp like him to the holding cell bars and teach him a sharp lesson in discipline and submission.