A Woman Flashed This Police Officer To Get Out Of A Ticket. What He Did Next Was Awesome.

When someone posed a question on Quora to police officers' reactions to getting flashed by women, lots of people hopped on the response bandwagon. But this story? This takes the cake.

One evening, while working a traffic car, I had reason to stop a very attractive and very well-endowed young woman for suspicion of driving under the influence.

I remember that she was very well-dressed, having just come from attending a large social gathering. She was wearing a beautiful satin blouse that was buttoned all the way up to her collar.

As I explained that she would be required to perform a field sobriety test, she began to lean in toward me, nearly pressing her chest to mine, and flirt. She said things like, Has anyone ever told you that you are so handsome? (which made me think that her judgment was definitely impaired) and You are so big and tall and strong.

It was obvious that she was trying to flirt her way into my good graces.

A cover unit arrived to be a witness to my test. As was our procedure at that time, I was required to demonstrate each of the various tests for the woman and then ask her to duplicate what I had just demonstrated.

I told her to watch me as I took ten normal steps out, made a turn and then took ten similar steps back. I demonstrated the ten steps out and ten back.

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Upon my return to her, I noticed that about three of her blouse buttons were now undone and the blouse was spread open. Two of her major assets were now definitely visible and, again, she thrust herself toward me. "Thank you for demonstrating," she cooed.

My friend and cover officer could barely contain his laughter.

We moved to the next part of the test which was ten steps out heel-to-toe, a turn and ten heel-to-toe steps back. After I demonstrated and returned to where she was standing, her

blouse was now completely unbuttoned. She looked down at her chest, back up at me, and winked. My cover officer was about ready to wet his pants due to laughter.

Then, she completed the remainder of the field sobriety tests (unsuccessfully, I might add).

"Well, officer, am I free to go?" She smiled at me and pressed herself against me once more.

Alright, I thought. Two can play at this game.

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"Can you turn around one more time?" I said.

She turned around and put her hands on her rear end, smiling back at me as she went. I slowly took her hands, leaned over her, and whispered, "You, madame, are under arrest for driving under the influence."

In about a nanosecond, her flirtatious demeanor came to a screeching halt. She got close to my face, looked me right in the eyes and

screamed, You son-of-a-bitch!

She tried to reach around to hit me, but realized that I had cuffed her hands as I spoke to her. She was so far gone she didn't even realize.

I think that woman learned a very important lesson that day. I treat everyone equally. It doesn't matter if you're an attractive woman, a multi-millionaire, or a celebrity. It's not my job to play favorites. It's my duty to protect the people of my city, and keep unsafe drivers off the roads. I take that very seriously.

Thanks to Taz Dirwell for sharing his story. Slight modifications have been made.