Officer Jaffe stood at her post on a bustling street corner, her blue eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as she kept a vigilant watch over the flow of traffic. With her long blonde hair and a crisp beige button-up shirt, she was the picture of professionalism, and a smoking hot blonde a man would drool over.

As the midday sun beat down upon the pavement, Officer Jaffe spotted a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye—a sleek sports car tearing down the street at breakneck speed, its driver seemingly oblivious to the posted limits. Quickly, Officer Jaffe sprang into action, her hand shooting out to flag down the reckless driver.

The screech of tires filled the air as the car skidded to a halt before her, its driver startled by the sudden interruption to their joyride. Officer Jaffe approached the vehicle, her eyebrows furrowed as she peered through the tinted windows to meet the gaze of the offending driver.

"License and registration, please," she requested. "Looks like you were in quite a hurry there. Mind explaining why you felt the need to break the speed limit?"