I've been a police officer for 14 years now, I'm an Inspector on a Rapid Response Unit and I have worked hard to get where I am now and it's not been easy as I am a single mother but I've done it and I am proud of myself.
What I am not proud of is what happened to me on my second week out of training college but it happened and there is not much I can do about it because it happened, I had sex with two men whilst I was on duty, not only that but in full uniform too!
Yes, you heard sex with two men and I was on duty at the time, a sackable offence in anyone's language.
It all started out really well, my role that night was simple enough, act as a scene guard in a building that had been searched for contraband and cleared as being empty as everyone in it had apparently been arrested and taken away to custody.
However someone had to stay behind and act as a guard in case anyone tried to gain entry to the property.
I had my radio and my truncheon and was left there on my own on the understanding I radioed for help if it was needed.
The contraband in involved was mainly cigarettes and the people who had been arrested where your bog stand mom and pop criminals so I was not deemed to be in any danger by being on my own but the scene had to be guarded Soco had yet to dust the place down and they couldn't get there until the following day.
I was to do the six at night until six in the morning shift, a full 12 hours but probationers like me always got the shitty jobs, it was part of learning to be a copper.
However I had not realised that I would need the loo during my scene guard duty, I hadn't even thought of it, I had a chair to sit on under the porch of the empty building, even a flask of coffee and a book to read, my skipper had turned a blind eye to that but no one had thought to talk to me about toilets.
Men can go and piss in the bushes but I wasn't willing to squat in the open and it was then I remembered there was a toilet in the building itself.
I had seen it when I had helped with the search of the building earlier, it was reasonably clean and working and though I knew I shouldn't I let myself into the building, mounted the stairs one by one, and found the toilet and went to use it.
I bursting by then and I foolishly took off my equipment belt and then decided not to put it back on until I got back downstairs.
As I stepped out of the bathroom I don't know who was surprised, me or the man who was coming down the stairs, quietly, obviously heading for the toilet himself.
I'm more seasoned now, I know how to handle surprise situations but I was a real novice back then and I panicked, I turned and I ran, and he panicked as well, lunged at me, rugby tackled me and I fell, and I fell badly, I banged my head and I was knocked out.
When I came to my senses I had been handcuffed with my own handcuffs, the shame of it, I was lying on what turned out to be an old mattress that was placed on an equally old iron bedstead and it was really dark, and I could not see at first, but eventually my eyes became accustomed to the dark and I was in an odd shaped room which I later found out was an attic.
No one had realised there was an attic in the house, it was a hidden trap door high in the ceiling and the two men had heard the door crashing open and the police rampaging in and they had pulled up the ladder and laid low, no one had looked up at the ceiling for no one knew there was an attic.
It wasn't used by the mom and pop gang in fact, it was just used for storage and the reason the two men were up there? Well the water tank needed repairing and that was what they were doing.
The two men were runners I found out, they went abroad and brought the cigarettes, neither were hardened criminals, in their eyes they were just doing a job that made them a fast buck.
However neither had a desire to do time in one of her Majesty's prisons but attacking me and then handcuffing me to the bed in the attic had up the ante and they were discussing in the darkness what to do with me.
They didn't realise I was awake at first, I lay still, their voices were low and came from the shadows at the far side of the elongated attic we were in.
"...she's going to drop us in the shit Louis," the first voice was Northern, from Manchester probably.
"We're in deep shit already Tom," the second voice was American with a British mother so he had dual nationality, I found out later he was a student over here and supplemented his income by being a runner to and from France.
"What the fuck are we going to do?"
"Leave her here and get the hell out whilst we can?" the American suggested and the man from Manchester snorted.
"She's seen me, and she's a copper, when she comes to her senses she's going to work out that I couldn't have got her up into the attic without some help!"
I lay still on the bed, my heart thumping wildly in my chest, were they going to hurt me? I was due to call in very soon but I knew that if an emergency came up at the nick no one would think about me until much later.
The American spoke, "Well I don't want to hurt her, copper or not, I don't hurt people and you aren't the violent type either Tommy, but we've got to stop her from telling her colleagues about us, because if she does we are well and truly screwed!"
I had to move then, my arms were hurting and I couldn't take the pain any more, I moved, the bed creaked and the men stopped talking.
"Shit, she's awake!" the American spoke and his friend swore.
"Too right I am awake," I said in voice that was not as brave as it sounded, "And you're right, you are in deep shit, both of you."
They came out of the shadows, my eyes were used to the dark by now but I couldn't see them really well, they were about the same height, same build, one had fairer hair than the other, they were young, I was 24, they were probably about 21 or 22, perhaps a bit older, and their clothes in the dark looked like grey jeans, and t-shirts, and they stared at me, lying on the bed, trussed up like a chicken and telling them that they were in trouble? Finally it was the American who spoke.
He had I later realised formulated his plan at that moment as he looked at me, he moved forward and looked down at me.
"I'd say you're the one in deep shit," he said and I managed to say in an even voice.
"I'm not the one who assaulted a police officer and has imprisoned her, am I?"
He gave this some thought and then said, "You startled me, we thought you were still outside, you came in really quietly."
He sounded almost apologetic and then he added, "I'm really sorry about this but we need you to forget you've seen us."
I couldn't believe what he was saying to me.
"You are joking aren't you?" I spluttered and I rattled the handcuffs that held me, "Even if you fucked off now and left me like this I'd still bloody well tell my superiors about it!"
I'd never live it down though, being found like this, it would go around the nick like wildfire.
"I don't think that is going to happen," the American said and he leaned over and unzipped my stab vest and pulled it open.
I didn't know what he was doing, well not right then but when he started to unbutton my regulation blouse I did realise what he intended to do and I started to struggle.
"Get off!" I roared jerking back and forth on the bed desperately, "Get your bloody hands off me!"
"What are you doing Louis?" the Northern man's voice was filled with horror, "Are you nuts or something?"
The American turned to his friend and said, "She will keep her mouth Tommy shut if she has a reason to keep her mouth shut!"
Tommy stared at him, his mouth dropping open but he understood what he was saying, I only half understood what he was saying, because I was now really frightened, and angry too.
Tommy made up his mind then, he joined his friend on the other side of the bed and started to help him to undo my regulation shirt, I was screaming blue murder by then but there was no one to hear me, and I wasn't able to stop either of them unsnapping my front fastening bra and getting hold of my nice sized boobs.
Now guys, most girls tits are really sensitive when you touch them, I am unfortunate that my tits are more sensitive than others, my ex-boyfriend used to be able to make me orgasm by just sucking on my nipples alone, he didn't even have to finger me, that is how sensitive they are.
And when you have two sets of hands fondling two boobs, well something has to give even though you might not want it too!
As their hands rolled over them, my crotch began to contract and I jerked from side to side, trying to shake their hands off them, trying to concentrate on not feeling pleasure from their unwanted touch.
But I couldn't shake their hands off, when I tried to kick out, the American used one hand to hold my leg down and his friend followed suite, neither spoke, not then anyway and I was cursing them like a banshee.