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This was commissioned work.
Twenty-four years and seven months and three days, that was how old Jaune Arc was. Graduating from the police academy with modest marks in investigation and the like, though his physical test had been better than expected. Thanks to one of his superior officers taking a shine to him, he’d aced the physical department, even with his transfer to the local police department of someplace that was far from his native home.
‘I don’t know anyone here…’
There was that, of course, but the people were homely, at least. For a somewhat major city on the west coast, it definitely beat the dull town that he’d grown up in, far removed from the whole sights and smells of the city. It’d been farmland, seven sisters that’d grown up with him and making him wear frilly dresses for mean-spirited comments and a whole lot of ‘toughen up, Jaune’ speeches by his father. It’d been either the police corps or the army, and he’d definitely flunked the army one by giving the recruiter a broken arm by accident.
‘They shouldn’t have placed those weights there! Someone did get hurt!’
The patrol car that he’d been given by the Police Chief was a beat-up one, something that’d apparently been in service since the time that the man had been an officer of the law himself, the barrel-chested man giving a loud guffaw and then going ‘this’ll do for your car, Officer Arc! It’s stood the test of time! The newer ones would just dull your spirit! Officer Ironwood here, shall be the one running you through the procedures, she had been in charge of this piece of police equipment for several years in the service!’ and leading him to a woman who made him feel like he was back in grade school, getting a test, her hair up in a bun, her expression clearly showing no nonsense would be tolerated.
‘So much for that…’
The woman who had been declared his ‘new partner’ had given him orders to ‘go out and do something!’ whilst she ‘took care of the paperwork’, grumbling a little about some of the ne'er do wells keeping their hands full of stuff for them to make notes about. The wedding ring was on her finger, so it definitely was a woman who'd married, so he didn't think too much about it when she said that she would like to be addressed as 'Officer Goodwitch' or 'Glynda'.
It was around six in the evening when he pulled the beat-up cruiser over to the local Dunking Hoe Nuts, for some good old doughnuts with coffee. Something to keep the thieves and crooks occupied, whilst Officer Arc was making the world right again.
“Hi there Officer, what can I do for ya?”
The southern accent from one of the servers was pretty cute, if Jaune didn’t check the ring on her finger first. Quite a nice golden band, thus it wasn’t quite ‘date-ready’ for Jaune to think about. Having gone through the police academy, he’d known that his pickings of girls were slim, as he’d not been the savviest of guys around. He’d learned how to wrestle some guy on PCP to the ground, but talking to girls, or women, and actually getting far enough to score? Not quite in the resume.
“I’ll have eh, some doughnuts. I mean, cops get doughnuts for their evening, right? So, doughnuts, some fresh coffee if you’ve got some, and- ah, let me get my wallet.”
He was an officer of the law and he didn’t just request the doughnuts out of his own authority as a cop. Some guy called Cartman had done that in Colorado and had been the instructional video’s subject on ‘abuse of authority’, which had been a whole segment about ‘harassing civilians and female officers of law enforcement’.
With Glynda, his partner, the thought of her as a sexual creature did not even feature in his mind, even if she did look very good in uniform. She had gone to the firing range with him and his gun, and fired dead-centre of the target every time with unerring accuracy.
‘She’d probably shoot me if I asked for coffee creamer…’
He wasn’t going to get perforated by his own partner before he’d be assigned a different one, Jaune liked keeping his body as physically intact as he could. His bad-ass ball-busting beautiful partner definitely would be someone who would be very much against her younger partner going and deciding that they’d look good together sans clothing.
“Ah, that’ll be six twenty-nine, hun. You go an’ keep our city safe, sug. Put an extra cup for ya, on the house. You come by again, ya hear. We got some good hoe-nuts.”
He’d take that as a compliment, as he spotted a girl, probably around the teenage years, a sports top with the local Catholic school emblem on it, something that had apparently been a long and well-renowned institution, her red hair in a ponytail, hesitantly looking at him.
He could tell by the look that the girl wanted to tell him something, and he grabbed his order and made a beeline for the redhead, who was brushing her bangs out of the way, clearly a little flustered by him approaching.
‘I’m an officer of the law, I am a good guy. If she has a problem, I can help with that.’
He wasn’t going to be putting the moves on a teenager, he had more sense than to throw his career away like that. Cops did not fraternize with the people they were supposed to serve and protect.
“Good eh, evening? Yeah, it’s evening. I caught you looking at me and would like to know if you’d-”
The girl turned red, looking away from him sharply, trying to keep herself in check, because he’d probably messed up with the approach. He just wanted to know whether she wanted to report a crime, not to ask her out or anything.
“Ah, don’t think I’m hitting on you or anything, I just saw you looking and wondered if you’d like to report a crime, or tell me about something you saw?”
The girl went beet-red and seemed to not be very confident, looking away from him, clearly not willing to speak up calmly, and he tried not to look like he was creeping on a young woman right now. That would seriously bomb, and his partner wasn’t there to bail him out.
“Ah- eh… umm…”
She coughed.
“Your fly is open.”
‘Oh shit.’
He zipped up quickly, aware that he was wearing his happy cartoon boxers, trying to straighten up a little. The black cop uniform was something that was stylish, but bright cartoons trying to show his playful side (and the ability to look kick-ass in the mirror.) was just not cool with the uniform!
“Ah… officer?”
The girl was looking at him again and he realized that he might be too self-conscious about it.
“Ah, sorry. Just thinking about my patrol route. Did you need me for something?”
The girl cleared her throat, green eyes that looked like emeralds shining with that hint of youth. If Jaune had been seventeen or eighteen, he might go for the cute redhead, her eyes shimmering a little with that beautiful essence of youth.
He wasn’t eighteen, he was six years older, and he hoped to God that she wasn’t underage, because she definitely looked smoking hot.
“W-well… I go running through the park. There’s some- some delinquents at the park making a ruckus most nights, and- and I thought I’d better ask an officer whether there is a possibility that- that there might be a little intervention. It’s scary.”
That sounded like a job for an officer of the law, Jaune thought. It was not going to be a bad day in the world with Jaune Arc, a police officer (newly minted) on the job.
“I will make sure to do a sweep of the park, young miss. You can count on me to do justice, truth and the American way.”
He did the thumbs-up, like one of his favourite superheroes. He wasn’t wearing his underwear on the outside, but he would be a beacon of hope, justice and policing of the communities!
So what if he hadn’t had any formal arrests yet? He was still an officer of the law, and Police Chief Port had said that he’d look forward to seeing him in action.
“Thank you, officer. I’m… My name is Pyrrha Nikos, I’m not sure if you’ve… eh…”
The name faintly registered, but Jaune wasn’t from this area of the state, so he drew a blank.
‘Protect and serve.’
He was going to do the best job that he could in order to make sure that girls like Pyrrha could run unimpeded.
“Not really, but I’m from a small town in Kansas.”
There was that moment where he paused, and then geekily laughed.
“I’m not the son of Krypton that you are looking for though.”
The girl turned red and he knew that he’d done a good job at making sure that the girl was comfortable around him enough to air her grievances with the delinquents making a mess. Jaune had never done an arrest of miscreants, but already he could think about some grimy-looking guys, harassing some cute and innocent girl.
“Are… ah, Officer Arc, I’m-”
He took a sip from the coffee and then nodded, pretty sure that he had an idea.
“Could you describe the delinquents for me, Pyr- ahem, Miss Nikos?”
He nearly slipped into the familiar tone of addressing a girl, a habit that he’d had since he’d grown up around his seven sisters, something that came with the territory of the girls being tougher than he was, as the redhead smiled quietly, demure and sweet in her appearance.
“Ah, it’s not really… There are several groups, and they aren’t always quiet. They like to wear stuff that no modest girl would wear, and…”
He had heard that there was enough to worry about with punks these days, already having a good idea of what they could be like. Men that would look at some tender, helpless girl and then do horrible things to her, making her wear clothing, getting her addicted to drugs and then pimping her out.
He had heard the comments from the others, the briefings on organized crime and the like.
“And you would like me to patrol the vicinity so you would not have to run into them? I will make another pass of the park then, in order to ensure that there will be no such business.”
He’d ask for Glynda’s advice as well, knowing that his female partner was someone that knew the rules better than most, with that stern look that she always had on her face, the thirty-nine-year-old woman severe in most of her dealings, clearly showing the mannerisms of a professional officer of law enforcement.
“I would appreciate that, officer Arc. I am… ah, thank you for your efforts in keeping the community safe.”
He was definitely not going to let a cute girl like her suffer some sort of hoodlum’s not-so-gentle caress, to be forced into prostitution or some-such. He was an officer of the law and he knew that he should be fully able to deal with situations like this.
“You can trust me to ensure that whatever criminal elements haunt the park will be taken care of, Pyrrha. I promise, and an Arc never breaks their word.”
He messed up, the redhead blushing at him a little, his hands having grabbed hers in a manner that was reminiscent of a Shakespeare play, his eyes glancing around to see whether people had noticed, and the redhead nodded demurely.
“Thank you, officer Arc. It is refreshing to see that there is someone willing to make a change around here. They have been quite vocal about doing their delinquent ways, even- even drugs .”
A girl like Pyrrha should not be forced to be on drugs or anything like that, so Jaune resolved that he’d patrol the park twice. Once with a drive-by, the other with a patrol on foot. If he didn’t see anything the first time, the second time would have to be later. Anything that he could do, he’d make sure that he did.
“I will take care of it, if I find them. I’ll make a note of it.”
Police procedure told him that it would be something that could be logged under ‘patrol hours’, with Glynda having explained about their duties and responsibilities a little later, aware of his inexperience.
“Thank you, officer Arc. It- it’s really appreciated. I’ve got an athletics meet in a few weeks, and we are expected to make great gains, I’m not- Thank you.”
The girl was too sweet, as Jaune took a sip from his coffee, the brew waking him up fully, as he shared some of the doughnuts with her, the woman behind the counter giving him a free refill, as he made notes about the circumstances with the ‘punks at the park’.
Drugs were a common theme, and there was something with two rival factions that made it even more hazardous, since they would have some say in their members getting arrested, but Pyrrha was someone that spoke neatly and concisely, though the blush didn’t really go from her cheeks yet.
‘She’s shy.’
That wasn’t a bad thing in Jaune’s mind, knowing that Pyrrha was someone upstanding and decent. When he walked back to the police cruiser with a fresh box of doughnuts (‘No, hun, ah insist. Ye’ve got a job ta do, an’ you don’t need ta go an’ be hungry. Helpin’ our lil’ star with something’s jus’ a good thing, cutie.’), he let out a sigh.
It had been nice to talk to a girl that was just a bit younger than he was, and get information. It had been so easy, as if they’d been friends for years, rather than just barely introduced an hour before.
Jaune called Glynda’s phone, the official police phone that they’d all gotten. His personal phone wasn’t something that he’d use for that, since this was cop business.
“Yes, Arc?”
The clipped and stern tone of voice was something of a habitual thing for Glynda, Jaune had intimated by the way that others called it the ‘stern teacher’ voice, her voice barking at him a little, as if she was the academy’s drill instructor.
“I got a tip that there are some delinquents that are causing a fuss at the park. Do we have anything on that?”
He was pretty sure that it would be something that an informant would be able to dispense further information on, as Glynda seemed to shift some paperwork.
“If they’re under twenty-one, we’ve got a clemency program going for them. Chief Port has said that there’s some leeway with them, unless we’re catching them during a drug deal or something. The Catholic school in the region has a reputation for students being a little rowdy, so there is some precedent with keeping the soft mittens on, rather than the boot of the law.”
The curt and direct summation of their actions was correct, Jaune guessed, knowing that there was enough unrest with the Faunus, some sort of animal-eared and tailed people that had come to migrate to the America’s post World War II, if they were mistreated. Jaune had only heard from some people that the Faunus riots had been particularly bad, so it was no surprise that some tact would need to be exercised if dealing with some crimes that were good for a slap on the wrist.
“Soft mittens, okay, gotcha. You won’t find me beating up punks, I’ll just scare them a bit and send them home, alright?”
The woman probably gave a serious look behind her desk, as a snappy ‘yes, you’d best do that.’ and the call disconnected. Jaune glanced at the phone’s call log, with little more than three minutes and forty seconds on the call.
‘I guess it’s time for the kid gloves…’
He was going to have to patrol on foot and then punish some punks gently with the full force of the law.
He noticed that he sat down on something soft and squishy, and he turned around to find that he’d sat down on a doughnut.
“Awww mannnn.”
Now he had to get the creamy doughnut out of his work pants…
‘This just isn’t my day…’
“Fuck you too, bitch! You little slant-eyed whores just don’t know what true suffering is!”
She was a boss-ass bitch, wearing the finest streetwear, not like the prissy little outfits that the Catholic school made their little nuns in training wear! She’d even gotten her own gang together- well, more like she’d joined a gang and was trying to fight the power. The skater crowd was something that she resonated with, the pads and the board only mandatory when she was trying out new tricks, the little slant-eyed bitch having ruined her style with her whole ‘I’m so fucking cool my mom fled China, woohoo’ look.
“You! You are not even a proper girl! The Nu Style is going to wreck you!”
The chink was mewling something, her Asiatic features obscured by the hoodie that she wore, her wig, for it definitely was a wig that she was wearing, a little ajar under the beanie, but she didn’t care.
She went by Reese now, instead of her name of ‘Lenore Septima’ like her mother had graciously named her, as she was the seventh girl in the family, and she liked it that way.
“Meet me here at ten, you slant-eyed chink and we’ll see who the better girl is, huh? Come alone if you want to keep your pride high!”
She’d go to the skate park, run a few flips and then a dash, to make it feel a lot better with Alt-Girl deciding to go and stomp off to her lame loser friends.
She didn’t respect authority, and those little uppity bitches making their play for this stretch of the park, putting up a few of those tags with their slogan of ‘Nu Style’ was just awful. Skaters at least made sure to do kick-ass tricks and keep fit, rather than being some sort of ‘nu-huhhhhh, we’re cool!’ emo fucktards.
“You’re on, you tramp! You- you should not be here!”
Fucking chink and her whole pack of social rejects always made messes. She and her buddy Arslan, queen bitch of the black part of those fucking emo bastards that kept on getting into tussles with them over their patch of town.
“Of course, I should be! I’m a skater, I actually keep in shape! Ten, and if you don’t show, you’re going to be known as a bitch who can’t keep her word!”
Her eyes glinted with annoyance at the chink deciding that she’d have the last word, her expression darkening a bit more as the Chinese slant-eyed bitch gave her the finger.
‘You go and do that to your parents and you’ll be smacked right back to China, girl.’
Reese made off for the skatepark, her trusty board rolling down the hill down to the halfpipe, getting on a rail and grinding for a moment before she flipped. She was going to have a good time no matter what, spotting a cop car roll past, the officer behind the wheel giving her a look, but she ignored that. The cops didn’t patrol this section of town all that often, this was a good neighborhood, even if the chink-eyed bitches from the Nu Style kept on infringing on their cred.
“Reese!”
April, or ‘Avril’ as she preferred to be called, rolled up, a set of new wheels below the board that she rode, giving a wink and a flashy way of doing the finger-guns, the rugged jeans showing signs of wear and tear.
“Yeah boss?”
She didn’t believe in authority, but she believed that April was pretty darn cool when it came down to doing a few ollies and a ramp lift.
“You messing with the Asian girl again? Heard about the two of you having another of your pissing contests, you need to cut that shit out. You know that she’s thick with the black tiger of the fighting guys of their whole pack.”
The Nu Stylers had their own way of fighting. They grabbed the disposable boards that’d been worn out and started beating, the Stylers tended to just grab whatever was available and relied on brutish force of that whole pack of blacks.
‘And we would’ve won if you’d just kept it to you guys, rather than calling in the reinforcements.’
She was still a little salty about that, April giving a soft little grunt as she ran a hand through her hair. She was the epitome of cool, the queen of carnage. The feeling of being someone who was part of the cool kids, of having her knees scuffed and a few bruises after she’d failed a trick, to drinking beer or some weed with a blunt with the older members of the girls, was amazing.
April was amazing too. Regular heroine, too cool for boys and definitely someone that didn’t take no shit from anyone.
“She made me do it, dang it, I’m not- Avril, please. I said ‘one on one’ and she isn’t that stupid to go back on that. It’s about keeping face, and we don’t have-”
They’d had a few scuffles back and forth. There were few guys in their clique, but there were more in Nu Style’s pack of girls. That Avril was already nineteen and working on college, or well, getting into college, was amazing, but Reese knew that she’d have to put in a bit more work for herself, so she’d get the benefits of a graduation.
“Yeah, I know. Go and beat her up, if you can. You can do it, Reese. Don’t be some college dropout like I am.”
‘What, you dropped out?’
That was news to her, but Reese tried to look at it in a bright and sunny manner. More time for the girls for Avril and more mentoring in the kick-ass tricks that’d make her body ache and become the epitome of cool.
“It wasn’t for me. You be careful… now how about we see who can do the best trick and I’ll buy you dinner if you beat me? Waste a bit of time before you go and get her beanie. Get you some coffee after, for that sweet caffeine rush.”
It would be a thing she’d like to have. Spending time with Avril was something that she’d definitely consider a favourite. It would not be wasted time at all.
“You’re on. I’ll take home the beanie for you and we’ll hang it off the flagpole.”
Chinkie could go home alone.
With no beanie.
The fucking street slut was doing it again!
Reese ‘fucking bitch’ Chloris, name not quite known to her, but damn it if that little gutter slut didn’t have some sort of ulterior reason for being on her knees with those scabs all the damn time.
Mei ‘May’ Zedong, daughter of immigrants to the glorious state of decay that was the United States of America, rebelled in the peace and quiet of her own free time. It was all she could do. A wig with something to cover one eye to give her that grungy ‘I’m fucking amazing’ look, a beanie to make sure that her hair, cut relatively short and to the point.
‘Perfect politeness for my daughter’, as her father would say. She’d indicated an interest in alternative rock once, and he’d spanked her so hard it’d left marks that hadn’t gone away for a week. She was supposed to practice the Guqin every day for three hours, but she slipped out. Punky alternative rock, fighting against the system of oppression that kept her down, and being friends with some of the most amazing people that she knew, her guys at the Nu Style gang making sure that things were kept chill. They tagged a few things, she had her own special tag, made with a sniper’s scope and M-Z on it.
The shape she’d found for herself, since she always used snipers in Call of Dootey, though she lost quite a few times.
‘Go and fucking choke on a dick, you dirty little slut, you aren’t half as cool as Arslan is!’
Her parents would hate her for having a ‘halfie’ as a friend. Arslan’s mother was black and her father was Asian, so it was obvious that Arslan would be an outcast, the stylistic choice of something a little more oriental in her attire proper, as it was punk-ey enough to fit in, but May felt that it was a better choice than going and looking like some dirty trashy bitch like Chloris.
‘God, I bet you suck dick for money, too.’
She’d never really thought about doing such a thing, of course. She wanted to rebel, but getting in any sort of insinuation that she had her hymen pierced or something…
‘I don’t want my dad to kill me.’
It was still something done in rural China when a daughter shamed the family, which was a death sentence for her, her eyes glaring at her reflective surface, already feeling the anger burn a little hotter. She kicked a can, feeling how it hurt a little.
‘Alright, ten… Now to get a good glass of something sweet to keep me going.’
She liked sweets. She hated bitter flavours, so she doubted that she’d do something like coffee. She’d need to get something to make her mind pop up with freshness and alertness, and she’d go and take the final part of the skatepark theirs, so there’d be no more hooligans whooping and doing drugs and the like.
They were the classy ones.
‘Mom would never allow it if she knew what I did.’
She always tidied herself up before she went home. A bag with the essentials, a comb to straighten her hair out, the wig and the beanie properly binned in the bag and then smoothing out her clothing. Her parents didn’t mind if she was out, but she knew how to make herself look like she hadn’t been in a fight.
A police cruiser pulled up to the curb and the cop inside pulled out a cup of hot coffee, May giving a wrinkled nose at the thought of someone like that. She liked to make her parents get a bit of angst for her, since she was their only daughter, that existential fear of some white guy taking her away, but she’d never do a cop or anything like that. She could agree with that whole pack of skating hooligans, authority was bad.
‘We’re fucking lucky that the cops only screen the park once at around six or seven, before they go and bugger off to the rest of town before twelve.’
They’d worked out the schedule for which officer was on duty. Since there weren’t many out on patrol, they’d known which cars to watch out for. If one of the tough cops was around, no fights happened. If the lazy ones were out… well, it was beat time for that trashy Reese girl.
‘Looks lazy enough… god, imagine what’d happen if I got arrested.’
Dad would send her back to China to be given to some relative to marry and she’d never escape the house. That stuff was frightening and she didn’t want that, but a child was the property of their parents in China.
She couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d show Reese what a damn bitch she was.
‘Yeah… It’s beat-time!’
She showed up, ten minutes early, her metal pole wrapped with some extra duct tape to make sure that it would be a beating, but not bloody murder. You always kept it at broken noses and busted faces, never at full-on murder. That carried a hefty sentence and this was just brawling between kids.
She was going to have the time of her life.
‘Time to fuck you up, Reesey!’
The skateboard rolled up to her, Reese getting it on, as May grinned at her.
“Thought you’d be late, you green-haired cocksucker… What’s the matter, am I too chinky for you?”
She was going to beat the crap out of the girl.
“Fuck you, slant-eyes. Go back to your boyfriend that barely gets his dick hard and go ‘me so hownyyyy’.”
‘It’s fucking on!’
Jaune walked slowly through the park, checking the time on his watch. He was more adept at actually chasing down suspects, probably due to having to catch several of the cows per day trip to the pasture, to make sure that they weren’t going out and eating Mister Hendrick’s nice plants.
He was going to see whether any delinquents were there. He’d done a few cursory sweeps, spotting some skateboarders in one of the skatepark’s ditches, doing a few trips and flips, the older girl and the younger girl looking like they were having fun, and he came upon some Asian-looking girl with a zipped up jumper, looking mopey and emo.
‘Well, there’s no signs of real delinquency here…’
He didn’t turn the flashlight on, since it wasn’t that dark here in the city. He could see everything perfectly, and he spotted the two aforementioned girls standing opposite of each other.
The profanity that came from their mouths took him aback, as the Asian girl hefted a metal pole, while the skateboard girl hefted a skateboard, looking like they were going to go at it.
‘Don’t they know that hurts?!’
He was going to interfere ‘gently’ with these girls, before they’d injure themselves. They charged at each other, intent to beat the ever-loving crap out of each other.
“GO TO HELL, CHINKY! DIE WITH THE REST OF YOUR YELLOWSKIN PEOPLE! LONG LIVE TIANANMEN SQUARE!”
The skater girl shouted, as the Asian girl shouted back, Jaune reaching the two of them as they swung their weapons at each other, and it’d probably kill one of them. He’d done the lessons in disarmament, but the shout of the Asian-American girl was loud in his ears as he blocked both weapons.
“SUCK COCK IN HELL, CHLORINE GAS!”
The impact was pretty serious, as he felt the metal bat hit his ribs and the skateboard hit his side on the back, the two girls faced with a wall of Police Officer, Jaune barely remembering when he’d pulled his taser out and tazed the Asian girl, before he thumbed the button to hold, and turned around to the punk.
‘Time to get the suspect on the ground. Can’t let her strike me again.’
It hurt quite a bit, but he was going to do as his partner had suggested.
“On the fucking ground!’
‘Gentle and with mittens.’
The green-haired punk made a sound as he forced her against the ground, getting the cuffs out and binding her arms behind her back and cuffing them, making sure that there was nothing she could do to get loose, panting a little, spitting a clot of blood onto the ground.
“What the fuck?! HEY!”
He looked at the green-haired punk that’d just unleashed a torrent of verbal filth, Jaune grabbing the Chinese-looking girl’s shaking arms, the prongs in her chest unleashing their last few shocks, as her teeth chattered, his second set of cuffs pulled out, locking her arms behind her back.
“You’re coming with me to the police station, girls.”
Jaune checked the Asian girl over for damage. He should have called for backup while the girls were beating the shit out of each other, but he wanted to prevent this from turning into a massive thing.
‘Mittens, not a boot…’
“You committed a felony, you know?”
‘Scare them a bit…’
The green-haired girl was struggling, as Jaune saw the Asian girl come back to awareness, the taser’s voltage having been set at an adult’s level.
“Striking an officer of the law is a felony.”
He could recite the code from the sheer amount of practice that he’d had, as he grabbed the two young women and then hoisted them up, easily. They were light, or they just didn’t have that much experience.
“Time to get you in the car and booked.”
The Asian girl wet herself, Jaune could see the urine drip down her thighs, as he didn’t really care all that much, as long as it had not gotten into the interior of his car.
Clean-up jobs were the worst.
“Oh god, please officer, I don’t want to go to jail, please, I’ll never do it again, I swear, I’ll-”
‘That’s good. I’ll take you to the station, you’ll get a little glass of something nice and hot, and I’ll drive you home with a stern warning never to do something stupid like this again.’
He’d better take the long route. A trip through the countryside was enough for them to feel a bit of fear. Since the park was in the northern area of town, it would allow them to get a bit of fear, as he’d let them simmer a little in the back of the car.
‘Thank god there are some steel bars that keep me safe.’
May was panicking. She’d hit an officer in the chest with her weapon and he’d responded by tasering her. The rush of adrenaline at the realisation that he could’ve shot her and killed her in self-defense was something that made the urine drip down her thigh, as she tried her best to keep from hyperventilating. Reese was being wrenched up to her feet as well, and May tried her best to keep herself under wraps, but this was already starting to go the way of the Dodo.
‘Shit, shit, shit. If it was just some cop that we knew, we could feign friendship, but this is a new guy. My parents are going to kill me, or send me off to China.’
She’d never really wanted this to happen, but they’d both slammed their weapons into the chest of a cop, an on-duty officer who’d stopped their fight. This was already a misdemeanour but he was making it a felony, and she knew that she was legal enough to make this a very serious mark on her record.
‘Shit, shit, shit… ’
She’d hit a cop. If her parents found out that she’d been booked for slugging an officer with a deadly weapon, she was going to be dead. They didn’t mind some defiance, but going against Authority would definitely bug them.
“What’re you gonna do, officer? Gonna beat the two of us back, huh? You’re not going to be able to prevent me from running, once you’re sticking with chinky here!”
Reese was going to make a run for it, and get the cuffs off some way or the other, May knew, her eyes catching Reese’s victorious look. With a different dye in her hair, Reese could just be another girl, even with the war paint changed to look differently.
She had no such defense. The number of Asian people in the city could be counted on three to four hands, well, families at least, and she was part of a reasonably well-to-do family.
“No, you two are going to walk. Now .”
The young officer, probably around twenty-six or something, spoke with a tone that ordered, and Reese took a deep breath at the sight of the police service weapon that was pointed at her.
“O-oh- okay, I’ll walk, I’ll walk.”
Reese’s pants were getting a wet stain on it, the officer of the law looking very manly and domineering, May feeling the last glimmer of hope drain from her.
“Get walking, beanie girl. I’ve parked my car on the other end of the park, so you’ve got some legging to do.”
May swallowed and walked together with Reese.
“This is all your fault! If you guys couldn’t keep out of our area, this’d never have happened!’
She heard Reese hiss at her and she was going to go and retort, until she remembered where she was, who she was with and the officer that she’d hit with her weapon.
“Shut up! We’re in deep enough shit as it is!”
She had to get out of this somehow. She knew that she would be dead if her parents heard the word ‘felony’ ‘arrest’ or ‘police officer injured’ in conjunction with her arrest, she’d be beaten or worse.
“Girls, keep walking.”
How this cop could remain so calm was beyond her. May tried to think of a way to make sure that she wouldn’t be arrested. She didn’t have money on her, so she couldn’t offer him a bribe, so that left only the other option.
‘They must not find out.’
She’d have to play up to the Asian fetish stuff that she’d heard about. A cop, a white cop especially, wouldn’t mind having some Asian girl give him some ‘relief’. It didn’t work on female cops, but this one seemed to be out on patrol alone.
‘If he’s brought a partner with him, we’re screwed.’
She could probably deal with one guy, suck his dick a bit until he got his kicks off, then wash away the taste of his spunk with something sweet once she’d been released from the cuffs with the cop taking Reese to jail and whatever, and be home-free with only the faint memory of sucking some little white dick.
‘I’m not going to jail for this!’
She was going to do whatever it took, even if it involved making the white cop get some racist urges out of her. Miss Cinder always said that white supremacy was the greatest threat to the world, so she’d have to make use of her Asian instincts to get one up over that dickhead.
‘I bet he’s got no response to that.’
It’d be closing her eyes, uttering some stuff that Reese would love to use, a bit of swallowing and then getting free. She was not getting into hot water with her parents, even when she saw the beat-up police car, the older model looking like it’d been built with the old style of police cars, with a heavy metal grid between the cop at the front and the felons in the back.
‘In the new ones, they wouldn’t have such a heavy metal griddle… Damn it, I heard about how to get out of one of those, but on the old models? Those things are like steel cages.’
He ordered them to stand next to the car, opening the car door up.
“Get in the car, girls.”
He wasn’t taking chances, as the pistol was aimed at her, May getting in, the car door shut at her side, May feeling a little uncomfortable with how things were going, as she could hear Reese complaining.
‘That’s it, act like the trashy bitch you are… Guess who’s going to be going free after little white cock gets sucked? Me!’
Reese was pushed into the car and the door locked from the outside, the cop getting in at the front, starting to radio it in. May glared at Reese, who didn’t look very pleased with her either.
“This is all your fault, you rainbow-haired harpy!”
The officer called it in.
"Hello? I’m doing the northern part of the patrol, and I’ll be at the station in… say, forty-five minutes? Think you’ve got some bandages for me? There was a bit of a ten-fifteen, but I’ve dealt with it.”
May paled, the code saying nothing to her, but Reese hissed.
“Shit, that’s prisoners detained, damn it, we’re really going to jail.”
May resolved herself. She was getting off scot-free because she was going to do it.
They started to drive, through the northern part of town. The woods laid to the north, the road a little bumpy, but the officer remaining in perfect control of the car, shifting gears from time to time to better get up certain paths, as the hills grew larger, and she cleared her throat.
“Ah, Officer? I need to go.”
He glanced in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes definitely not too dreamy, but not that bad-looking, as he gave a query with his throat.
“To the bathroom. Ah, could you pull over for a bit?”
She was going to have to go either way, as the man sighed.
“Sure, I can do that. You’re both getting booked though.”
He made sure that Reese was properly cuffed to the divider, May getting out, playing up her little petite figure. It was time for the Asian girl to get some white man happy, as he led her out to the bushes.
‘I can do this…’
She wriggled her hands a little, and she looked at him.
“Could you, eh… help me with this for a bit? Having my hands free would really help a lot, sir.”
Meek and submissive, like her mother had always told her to be towards those in power, he gave a shake of the head.
“You’ll do what you do, and I’ll turn away after you go. You should be able to push them down well enough to get your underwear off.”
‘Shit…’
She crouched, feeling embarrassed as she went, but he did turn away, as she got up, walking to him and bumping against him, him turning around and catching her before she’d bounce back and made a bigger mess of herself.
“Careful. I’ll help you pull them up again, and-”
She felt his hand grab her underwear and tug it up, and she bent forward, brushing her head against his groin.
“I’ll do anything to not get booked, Sir. Anything .”
He would be like putty in her hands, as he helped her pants up and she knelt in front of him, her teeth finding the zipper and tugging it down, his hand on her back, allowing her access.
“What?! No, you’re going to get booked and I’ll-”
The zipper she pulled down fully, and then tugged his pants open, seeing the bulge in his underwear. It would be just a little bit of closing her eyes and acting out a little racist fantasy.
“Sucky sucky, mister Officer…”
She chanced a look up. She’d always styled one of her bangs over her eye, so she’d make sure to look professionally punky, but she wasn’t impeded in her vision much. An agog look on his face, mouth half-opened, slack-jawed at her audacity, as her teeth bit into the bulge softly, and she tugged it loose.
“Show me that big white dick, I’m-”
It hit her face. The smell of a man’s sweat, of those balls and an adult’s smell hit her nostrils, as she could feel what seemed to be a sausage land on her beanie, looking up at the half-flaccid cock.
‘Oh my Mao and Jinping…”
It wasn’t even hard yet, but it was thick and large, growing slowly. He held her by the shoulders, as May swallowed a little. She’d make sure that he’d be pleased, as it grew harder. Thickening and swelling up, this wasn’t some kind of human penis anymore, she guessed, because it was bigger and thicker than most she’d seen in the naughty movies that she’d watch with some of the others, her throat going dryer than the Gobi desert, her eyes watching carefully as that beast of a dick grew harder.
‘Are all white men this big?!’
“Ah…”
She heard him speak up, and her mouth grabbed the blunt head within it, the taste making her wrinkle her nose, her eyes closing as she tasted sweat and the salty taste, pushing her head down.
She choked, coming up again, her arms still behind her back, as she licked over the sides.
“Ah… ahh…”
Like a deep manly grunt, he came to thrust it against her face, pushing under her beanie, the wig nearly falling off, as her tongue licked over the side. It was disgusting, but freedom was worth more than just a bit distaste for her, as a felony would remain with her forever.
“Come on, white man… Don’t you want to ruin some chink’s throat? Come on, fuck my face.”
He backed away and May could see in the fading light that big hard cock, the blonde pubes giving it a measure of normalcy for that horse-sized dick that he was carrying, her mouth open, and she felt something deep inside her quiver.
“Mister Officer, I’ll suck you really good, okay? I’m… Hmmm, don’t you want to?”
She’d have to try harder. She didn’t know if he was gay or not, but it definitely would not be received well if she’d gotten delivered back home with an arrest on her record. Gay or not, for a moment May hoped that she’d have to deal with a gay guy, because this dick was not going to go down easily.
“I don’t think you should do this. You’re a delinquent, you’re going to be dealt with and-”
She seized the advantage, getting his cock in her mouth again, the large stave of turgid Western Imperialism, as her father was so fond of quoting, sliding down her throat. She choked and gagged, but held firm, her throat full of that huge dick and swallowing, until his balls laid on her chin and there was a definite gag reflex working to milk that gargantuan dick of his.
‘Cum, damn it, I’m not able to-’
She could feel a little light-headed, as she pulled back, easily eight inches of hard dick exposed to the air, her throat feeling pained as he stood there like a turgid totem of tumescence, his cock hard in her sights, as she crammed it down again. Her head was seized by his large hands, as he pulled her head back and she felt a bit of meekness shoot through her. He had big strong hands and she could feel how clear her throat was, as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, her panting heavy, that massive dick looking like it wasn’t happy yet.
“Whatever your name is, I’m-”
She had to do something about this, before he’d stop.
“I’ll suck your dick and you’ll let me go, alright? A favour for a favour.”
She plonked her head down on that cock again, his hand grabbing her head, before he groaned. Salty taste on her taste-buds, he seemed to groan pathetically as his seed erupted into her throat, the clogging scent of his cum in her nostrils, as he pushed her head away. It was a moment of relief, as she tasted the salty bitter spunk on her tongue, before the one-eyed cyclopic head of that cock spurted another thick gush of ball-slime right on her face, covering her face, as his hand slipped and he grabbed the beanie and pulled it, a thick coating of the jizz covering it, as she reeked of it.
“Oh god, oh my… Oh god.”
Thick splotches of cum rained down on her face as he pulled away, May still on her knees, gaping at that massive orgasm that’d splashed on her face. She was a little taken aback.
‘Do all men cum like that?’
He had a massive cock and it was still hard, gaping at it, as he grabbed it and a thick gush of seed splashed onto the ground. It was more than she’d expected.
‘If that cums inside me I’m- I’m going to get pregnant.’
Her parents would definitely kill her for that. No westerners allowed inside her Forbidden Palace.
“Okay, you’re not going to be booked. Just… Ugh, I think you need to go wash up. You’ve got it all over your face and your hair. My apartment’s nearby. We can hop to it and get you clean.”
That would be lovely. She was jerked up to her feet, and thankful for the wipe that wiped off most of the cum from her face, thrown away in the bushes. He was at least nice like that, even if he’d given her the first orgasm that she’d ever seen in real life.
She was pushed back into the car roughly, looking at Reese, who was fuming, sniffing the air while the officer walked around the car to get into the driver’s seat.
“What the fuck did you do, chink? Did you- Did you fucking suck him off?!”
May grinned.
“At least I’m getting off with a bit of sucky sucky, you bitch. Rot in jail for all I care… I’m at least getting off, and all it needed was a bit of sucking.”
The punk bitch was going to jail. She wasn’t.
She’d won.
After a shower or something to wash her face.
Jaune felt a little awkward, bringing the two young women (he wouldn’t title them girls, because they definitely were grown up and looking very fine) into his apartment without the fuss.
The beanie-wearing girl had been enough trouble as it was, even if she’d gotten his pants down and sucked some dick. It would be a lie to say that it hadn’t been hot, especially with her accented Asian voice. Not something he’d pass up on, even if it was a gross dereliction of duty. Glynda would have frowned at him, as he pulled the bathroom door open and then started running the tap.
“Let me get things done for you to get clean, girl.”
She looked at him with a smug look, like his sisters did on occasion, her expression making him feel a dark craving impulse, as he breathed in deeply, aware of the feelings that he’d hidden during his youth, of having the weakness to never say no to a girl.
He’d gotten better. Police academy had toughened him up and it’d made him excel. The paperwork was hell, but he was able to go toe to toe with some of the biggest hard-asses of the academy without question.
He wiped her face with a wet cloth, hearing how the other girl seemed to complain about his pumpkin pete cereal collection special edition hoodie. It’d been at a premium of eating the cereal for nearly half a year, and it’d been his , a good relic of a foregone time, as he cleaned the Asian girl up, her beanie pulled off and wiping her hair down, spritzing a bit of base deodorant on her.
‘Gotta look police-proper, for when I bring you home… A bit of scuff and a little rubbing of your face, and we’ll make you come out like Asia’s best little trooper.’
He’d gotten good at fibbing things on the fly. He’d gotten really good at that thing after bullshitting his way through the examination's theory part, as he left her in the bathroom to go and inspect the punk girl that’d come with the other one, feeling a little pain in his side, and pulling his shirt off.
‘Well damn, I think I got nicked.’
That was the effect of getting hit by a skateboard, he guessed, as he went for the bandages.
“Aww, big policeman getting hurt?”
There was a rough voice calling him out, as he looked at her as he bound the wound, his expression darkening a little at the tone that the girl had taken. These two girls definitely reminded him of his sisters, and not in the pleasant way. Bratty and spoiled, and one of them definitely had been trying to get off, but he’d make sure that she’d shut up.
“You’re getting booked, girl. There is enough evidence of you attempting to commit murder of a police officer.”
The bravado shattered, as her eyes went wide, Jaune continuing his bandaging, debating whether he’d scare her a little more.
“I don’t care what you say. You’re a criminal. Your word against that of mine? What can a- whatever your age is, do against an officer of the law, someone who has actual injuries, girl?”
It was a bluff. It wouldn’t fly with a further official investigation. If Glynda had been there, there’d be no sudden blowjob by the Asian girl or anything else. The two would be booked and released, with their record amended.
“Now just sit tight and wait for your… whatever the two of you are.”
He was done with their crap, and there was nothing that they could do to stop him. A nice girl had asked him to do something about their delinquent ways, and he’d gotten some nice doughnuts out of the deal. He got to the bathroom and dragged the Asian girl out, his expression clearly showing his displeasure, the two girls now sat on his arguably ratty couch, his eyes looking them in the eyes.
“I’m going to take the two of you to the station. You will be booked. I’m-”
He hissed and saw that the bandages were getting bloody, the two girls looking to be pale as a sheet, and he gritted his teeth, clearly finding that there was more damage to his body than he’d thought.
“I’ll make sure that you get hit with the charges that make sense. If it was my partner, you’d be dead. There’s a reason why police officers can shoot someone and you could have killed me.”
He should get that checked out, as he ran through the checklist of what to do. No blurry vision, but two girls that he’d have to deliver to the station, write up an incident report, put them down as ‘juvenile informants’ and then smack them on the wrist a little.
They didn’t deserve prison for hitting him. He’d gotten his cock sucked… which was still something he felt a little guilty about.
“You’re a fucking pig, you asshole!”
The green-haired girl responded, charging at him unexpectedly. Jaune responded in kind, the girl slamming her face against his raised knee when he dealt with her, a teenager never being able to fight against an adult, let alone a man against a woman.
“That was an assault of an officer of the law, young lady.”
Hardly a lady.
He’d have to get this girl some sense, or else she’d become a greater nuisance in the future, with someone who didn’t have the scruples that he did.
“You fuckin-”
He wasn’t an aggressive officer, but the barrel of the gun poked against her head.
“I think we’re going to calm down a little, green-hair. Sit the fuck down.”
‘Treat them with the mittens and the soft touch, right?’
God, he hated teenagers that acted out like this, ignoring the fact that he’d been rebellious once too.
‘So much stress…’
He’d have to get them back to the station too.
‘What would you have done, Glynda?’
A question for the ages.
This was commissioned work.