5PM by Chris Heinicke Read Free Book Online

cleared to leave.”
    She runs off before I can say anything, and in my side mirror, I see a police officer walking towards me. It’s a female cop in a pale blue shirt with a bulletproof vest and dark blue trousers. They say a female’s uniform is loose fitting so as not to feminise them too greatly, but this one seems to have neglected the norm. Rapidly approaching my side of the vehicle, she has her police badge produced as she arrives at my door. “Excuse me, sir, do you know this lady?”
    “Yes, we work together, as of today actually. Thought she could do with a ride.”
    “That’s awfully generous of you.” She looks at my hands on the wheel, and I can almost feel a laser-like light on my wedding ring. “I trust she will get home safely?”
    “You have my word officer.” I flash my million dollar property smile.
    I can’t help but notice her good looks and blonde hair that looks like it’s been put in a bun under her hat. It makes me remember I still need to get Talissa a naughty police officer suit for our ‘private time.’ Just another sexual fantasy to tick off my bucket list.
    “She has my card, so I better hear from her in the next couple hours, or you’ll be getting a visit from me.”
    I could think of worse things. But I understand her point; the streets aren’t what they used to be and not everyone who appears as a Good Samaritan is necessarily just that. I know, when my daughter gets older, I’ll be the most paranoid father on the planet.
    “I understand, and I’ll remind her to call you.”
    Emily gets to the passenger door, gym bag slung over her shoulder. She pulls the door open and gets in and says bye to the lady cop.
    We get waved off and I turn to Emily. “Please remember to call her when you get home.”
    “She put the hard word on you to leave me alone?”
    “Not quite, but it felt kind of insinuated. So how far away is this gym?”
    “About fifteen minutes up this road. It’s gonna come down to the wire.” She smiles.
    “I’ll do my best. Are you going to have time to get changed?”
    “Of course, I will. Just try and watch the road though.” She starts unbuttoning her blouse.
    Oh, no, I can’t believe this. I look straight ahead, but through my peripheral vision, I see her hands making her way down until she slips the garment off her shoulders. Her white lacy bra is in full view as I sneak a quick look while pretending to look for traffic to the left and right as we sail through a green light at a major intersection.
    This is too much.
    She opens her gym bag and pulls out a black crop top, pulling it over her head and over her bra. It sits a few inches above her navel and shows off her toned abs. Jutting her hands up the back of her top, she unhooks the bra underneath and carefully slips it out and places it in her bag.
    “I’ve done this a few times, you can probably tell.”
    “I’m trying not to look, but I’m only human.”
    She giggles, and then it gets worse. She pulls out a pair of red shorts from her bag and puts her hands up her skirt and then pulls down a pair of white lacy panties to her feet. I keep my eyes to the road, and a couple of minutes later, she tells me it’s okay to look. Her skirt has also gone but the red shorts are on, and I wish I could be in her class—whatever class it might be she’s teaching.
    She puts on a pair of ankle socks and white sneakers, and her transformation from business woman to a gym instructor is complete. “I really appreciate this, Terry.”
    “I don’t know how you do it, work in the office all day, and then teach whatever class it is you teach at the gym.”
    “I instruct what we call Weights and Beats. Basically using light dumbbell weights in many repetitions in tune to music. We get people of all ages coming in to do it. Maybe you should try it once.”
    “So let me get this straight—you smoke but also instruct classes at the gym?”
    “I’m trying to give them up, but it’s damn hard. I’ve cut