Louisa washed her hands and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was well aware of her looks. She knew that many girls would have loved to have such a body, but for her it was nothing but a hindrance.
"Stop frowning. It might stay one day."
The woman next to her was Francisca, an instructor at the academy. She always had been a role model for Louisa. She was tough as nails and was living prove that a woman could make it. Louisa had the will to get there, but lacked her 'don't fuck with me' looks. She had compensated with a hard workout schedule but her training just had improved her appearance even more.
"I outrun and outperform most of the men at the academy. But at the end of the day, what people see, is just a tiny girl and a pair of tits."
Men had always reacted to her presence by staring and with dumb and weird behavior. She had gone through puberty knowing that men were judging her by her looks and the lewd remarks had become part of her life. Those were not really bothering her much as she could ignore them. What greatly mattered to her was the fact that her features were an obstacle in becoming a cop.
"You are one of the best cadets I have ever trained. You are born to become a cop. Don't let anyone tell you anything else or I will kick their ass so hard they can't sit for a month and if you ever believe their bullshit, I'll see that you will not sit on your pretty ass for twice as long, capice?"
"Maybe I should cut off my hair."
"Fuck that cadet. You will not play at their terms or they will win. You girl are putting in double the work than those bastards and eventually you will be respected for it. Now get out there and show them what you can do."
Becoming a cop had been her dream as long as she could remember and she would rather die before she would let anyone take it from her. She had to prove them wrong. But getting through final exams was not the real world. Out there she would have to face reality and she knew she would have to eat a lot of dirt to get where she wanted to be.
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"You don't look like a cop."
His words stung. She knew he wanted to push her buttons, but she was not going to give him any sign of weakness.
"Sir, with all due respect, you have my credentials and results from the academy. I have been one of the best cadets of the year."
"You still don't look like a cop. You are a young pretty girl and this means trouble. I am sure, you are aware."
The commander looked at her intensely. He sighted.
"But not by me. I am happy to welcome you to the Detroit police force."
"Thank you Sir. I will prove anyone wrong who doubts me."
"Big words young lady. You are on probation for a year. I expect nothing but perfect behavior. This also applies to situations in which you get treated unfairly. Now go and show them what you are made off."
He was right. Trouble started immediately. Sometimes she wondered how much of her misery was due to her being a rookie and how much was related to her looks. But it was clear that the station mainly consisted of chauvinist assholes. She could have filled an entire binder with sexual harassment cases, but she had decided that this would not help her case. She wanted to shut them up by showing them how good a cop she was. Her plan however backfired, as her silence was interpreted as compliance. It got worse by the day. There were also exceptions. Some coworkers were nice to her. None of them stud up for her, but they did not treat her like a piece of meat. One of the younger cops was especially charming. Relationships were not allowed in the station, but he was amazing and quite a contrast to the way others treated her. After a few weeks she gave in to his advances and started an affair against the rules and common sense. In her young mind she had pictured them to become the poster cop couple. With him she felt save, respected and she could let off steam. They had great sex whenever they were together. He was a bit on the kinky side, but she liked it. Sometimes they roleplayed cops. The would put on their uniforms and he would cuff her and fuck her hard. It was quite a turn on. She did not feel very comfortable about him taking pictures, but she was naïve and trusted him. What she did not realize at the time was that he bragged about fucking her and provided the station with detailed descriptions of their sexual activity, which gave her a reputation of being a total slut. She did not realize why, but the other cops behavior became even more demeaning than before. Her life at the station became hell. She learned what was going on, when she opened her desk drawer and found a printed nude of herself stained with dried cum. Someone had written a note, that he loved wanking to her pictures. Of course she broke up with her lover, but calling him out would have ended her career. So she endured it. Her ex-boyfriend also spread rumors that she was sleeping with other cops at the station and her reputation got completely ruined. After she had discovered the first nude she regularly found more pictures of herself in her files, in her desk and in her locker. They always were crusted with the result of some man's pleasure and after she realized that someone had ejaculated into her uniform she stopped leaving it at the station.
Her trust in relationships had been destroyed for the near future. But truth be told she missed the stress release good sex could bring. She started to go to clubs and bars and often she would go home with some stranger. The anonymity of the big city gave her protection. She loved being fucked hard and liked men who treated her roughly. It was her way to deal with all the shit she had to deal with at the station. Hard slaps on her ass were her valve to deal with emotional pain and a way for her to get back at her stupid body. Her favorite club was a hard style techno club in down town. There she would dance for hours not thinking about anything. She did not do drugs, but liked to drink a bit. Not too much, just enough to get her into a good mood. One evening one of her drinks must have been spiked. She totally lost control. She did not remember much of that evening. In some hazy fractions of memory she was making out with several men on the dance floor. Next she was giving a blowjob in a car, before dancing again at some house party. Somebody gave her a bong and she smoked it. A bit later she was going to a room with a man. He was fucking her hard on the bed. Then she sucked his cock. She remembered wondered how he was still fucking her, when she was sucking him. That was weird. Then there were a lot of very bright and blinding lights, and cops. She was taken to a station to sober up. It turned out the house was raided because someone had reported drug abuse. It had not been her own station, but bodycam footage of her being spit roasted by two black men found the way to her police station anyway. Now she really was fucked, literally. To make things worse, her blood test turned up a decent cocktail of drugs. She laid out the truth, that she had been drugged against her will. This gave her another week on the job. But her appeal was rejected. There was nothing she could do. In hindsight she better would have not returned to work. While walking through the station she had all eyes on her. When the chief called her to his office, she knew that this was it. Her dream, her career was over. She felt nauseous. She would be kicked out of the force.
"Good morning Miss Blanc. Please have a seat."
There was another man in the room who she did not recognize. Was that a good or a bad sign?
"This is Frank Rodney, state attorney."
Bad sign!
"I brought you into the force, having high hopes. Not only were you a promising cadet, you were eager to prove that women can do just as good of a job than men can do. I did not expect you to have an easy time but that you fail me so much was quite a surprise. The worst thing is that you did not fail due to being incapable. You had all the potential. You failed because you chose a lifestyle I cannot approve of. Not only did you give yourself a bad reputation you also shone a bad light on me and more importantly the station. You are indefinitely suspended and you will have to face court to explain your abuse of substances. As far as I am concerned I am done with you."
She looked over to the rubbish bin and nearly rushed there to throw up.
"However, it seems to be your lucky day. There is one more way out of this. Word of your actions has apparently got around and I have been contacted by a detective from Miami. It seems they are looking for someone just like you to help with an undercover operation. If you are up for it, they would let you help them hunt down online sexual predators. Apparently you would be the perfect bait."
