The Chief always made him feel so small.
She was beautiful on the outside. She was slim and fit, a perfect brunette bun, her lips pursed, one eye brow raised.
She was intimidating, but still very pretty. Ugly in the inside though. She thrives off making a toxic work environment. She was driven by power and money.
25 year old rookie cop Mark sat staring blankly at his chief.
The lecture had been going on for what felt like an hour now.
Chief Samantha Hardy felt he wasn't writing enough tickets. Wasn't making enough arrests. Cutting to many breaks.
"Sorry Chief, It's not work avoidance. Honestly, I would prefer to spend my time going after bigger fish. Not giving a hard time to people over petty stuff."
Mark shot back, hoping the chief would understand.
"Oh Mark.... this is your last chance. Pick up your stats or I would suggest you start looking for another job! Plenty of loser potheads roaming around for an easy bust, plenty of homeless crackheads you could toss in a cage. Could go scoop some whore or john off the street. In this city it isn't that hard to find something."
Mark left the office with his head down, heavily contemplating if maybe finding a new job would be best fit.
While on patrol the next day Mark was involved in a pursuit.
A young woman fleeing an armed robbery in a stolen vehicle.
The perps name was Britney Jane. Long brown hair. Kind of an alternative punk look.
She was a repeat offender that was constantly being let out of lockup even after committing very serious crimes.
She was a cute girl if you looked past the lifestyle she chose.
Britneys car was hit with a spike strip.
She fled the car on foot. Mark was athletic and liked to keep in good shape.
He hopped out of his car and was quickly able to catch up to Britney and take her into custody.
"It's all good, I'll be back out in no time." Britney bragged.
As much as Mark likely wanted to rebuttal, It was probably true.
Going after dangerous and violent people like Britney is what Mark prided himself in.
He wishes he was given more credit for that by his Chief, but no.
A month passed and Chief Hardy called him in asking him to turn in his badge and gun.
He had not picked up his stats in the way his chief wanted.
"Were letting you go. Your stats are simply to low. What are you doing most shifts? You haven't written a ticket in months. You hardly make arrests."
"I don't wanna give a hard time to struggling people or make busts on people that need help. I wanna feel good about locking up bad people. People who get away with things. I'm not trying to be a road pirate."
"Well then you're in the wrong profession. I wish you the best of luck with your future endeavors." Miss Hardy said as her lips twisted into a cold cruel smile.
Ugh Mark thought. His ex boss watching him walk out with a petty smirk on her face.
Days later at night Mark heard a knock at the door. Who could be at his home this late? It was past midnight.
He opened to see a few men before him.
They were all in Police uniforms, but not the ones local to the area they were in...not the department Mark worked for.
Were they impersonators?
Mark did notice they were all pretty in shape, attractive men.
One of the men stuck his hand out.
"Nice to meet you, my names Chris."
A confused Mark shook his hand. The man continued.
"I'm the head of a private underground police force, The Kinky Cops Police Department. We are recruiting more men we think would be a good fit. Men who are serious about wanting to fight real crime and dole out real justice. Not the petty shit you probably spend most of your shift focused on. We have been secretly observing you and think you would make a good fit."
Mark laughed at first. Kinky cops? But the description did sound appealing.
And he was pretty miserable with his current department.
Why not be a little spontaneous he though.
"You know what? I'm open to exploring this." Mark replied.
He got fully dressed and met the men at their hidden station.
They fit him with his own outfit, badge, and tools. The main one being a special I pad looking device.
"This is the Warrant Pad. All you have to do is enter the name of ANY suspect you are searching for and it will transport them here into one of our specialized cells.
You can detail exactly how you want them positioned/restrained and from there you can dole out some justice. We always try to make the punishment fit the crime."
They walked to a cell block.
"This suspect is 19 year old June. In and out of jail for a variety of offenses from assualt to burglary. She boasts to everyone that she enjoys In her own words, being a pain in the ass...so we decided to make her live up to that phrase."
Mark peaked in the cell. June, A bratty young blonde woman, was leaned bare assed over a chair bolted to the floor. Her wrists and ankles also cuffed to the ground. An officer sat near her bottom with a paddle.
"Keep counting, were not stopping until we hit 500 today. Then we continue with another 500 tomorrow and the next day. You'll be out when we finish all 10 sets."
June failed and screamed out in between hits.
"120! Ahhhh 121!"
They motioned him to walk over towards the next cell.
A girl was stood in the middle of the cell. Her arms were chained raised up in the air and her legs spread and shackled to the ground.
"Her names Gina Myers. She thinks it was funny to film herself running up to random strangers and groping them in public for tiktok views as a 'prank'. Never learned her lesson to keep her hands to herself."
The officer in the cell with her proceeded to dig into her under arms.
Gina jerked and pulled but she was going nowhere. She began laughing and begging hysterically.
The officer kept it up sometimes going for her sides, drilling his finger into her bellybutton, and tickling her neck and ears.
Gina bounced back and forth from laughing and trying to catch her breath to cursing at the officer and demanding to be let out.
"You're not going anywhere for a while Gina, just take it. Don't like it when someone puts their hands on you without your approval do you? At least you're getting a good laugh out of it and in that case I'll keep it up a long time. I like to put a smile on someone's face."
Gina's laughs turned into a hybrid and desperate laughter, gasps for air, and angry screaming.
"Those guys were already mid session. Here is an officer just starting. You can see how the program works from the start."
Chris then motioned to another cell, this time empty.
An officer stood inside the cell with his own warrant pad.
He typed in the name Maddy Hicks. A 19 year old girls face popped up. She was smirking in her mugshot.
The officer hit confirm. Then the prompt let him fill in how he wanted Maddy positioned.
The officer typed only Maddys head sticking out of the floor with a spider gag in her mouth, as if the rest of her body was solidified in the concrete. Only her head sticking out. He hit confirm.
Suddenly like magic a young womans head was sticking out of the floor looking angry and confused.
"That's 19 year old Maddy Hicks. Can never keep this girl locked up. She recently got taken in here because she thought it would be funny to film a homeless man eating a sandwich she gave him that she had recorded herself stepping and rubbing her feet all over. Some people do anything for clicks."
The officer in the cell explained why she was there and what she was under arrest for.
